Jun. 13th, 2005 @ 09:01 am
Galahad rocks with Gawain back and forth and gasps as the heat flooding his body. "Mine," he assured swiftly, just in case Gawain hasn't gotten the point just yet.
Gawain runs his hands up and down Galahad's sides.
"Yours," he agrees before gasping, "Oh.. Gal'- ah!" Gawain closes his eyes and groans wordlessly, unable to hold back any longer. He plunges into Galahad one last time before he climaxes.
Galahad's breath catches in his throat and he lets out a sharp moan, falling flat as he exhales and gasps out Gawain's name, his thumb barely moving anymore as he flicks it over the head of his length.
He gasps and pants raggedly as he settles. "Gawain, I..." he gasps, inhaling deeply. "Oh gods, just let me come down first."
With a breathless chuckle, Gawain simply moves so that he is partly draped over Galahad. He feels hot and sticky and exhausted but also incredibly relieved.
Galahad gasps for a while until his breath returns to him and he turns to find Gawain staring at him. He grins, hands idly stroking Gawain's back.
"There seems to be this odd, heavy thing on me," he muses aloud. "Quite warm. Very nice to look at."
"Really?" asks Gawain, peacefully. "I do believe that you'll find it to be a pretty permanent fixture, you know."
Galahad just laughs warmly and kisses Gawain atop the head as he wraps his arms around him. "Good," he grins. "No girl comes between us," he swears seriously, giving Gawain a half-stern look. "And if they try, I'll show them why."
His gaze turns cold. "That girl, the one I don't even care to recall her name. I want answers from her."
Gawain nods before laying his head on Galahad's chest. He sighs. "We do need answers. And we need to stop this carry-on."
He rests his hand, almost possessively, on Galahad's hip and closes his eyes.
Galahad adjusts until he's comfortable and lets out a soft sigh. "I'd never sleep with a girl and lose you," he swears. "I'm stupid, but I'm not that idiotic," he swears.
Gawain laughs; a pleased rumble. "You're not that stupid," he murmurs. "Although there are those who might think that your choosing a hairy, bad-tempered Knight is a little foolish."
"Oh?" Galahad comments with a raise of an eyebrow. "And who would those 'those' be? Name names, now, my hairy, bad-tempered Knight?" he teases with a swift kiss to Gawain's collarbone.
Gawain grins and shifts slightly. "The other
hairy, bad-tempered Knights, of course."
He strokes Galahad's back, pulling him closer. "I think they're just jealous of me, really," he says with a smile.
Galahad gives a 'hmph'. "They should be. I am a rather precious commodity that everyone should have."
He settles against Gawain. "Tomorrow. We'll get Tristan to help us. We'll tie her up, demand answers. Put all this to rest."
"Not everyone should have you," says Gawain. He holds Galahad closer. "Just me," he growls softly.
"And I agree. We will get to the bottom of this and have done with it!"
Galahad looks up, feeling a little soft for the moment, but he doesn't care, he needs Gawain to understand this properly. "Gawain," he speaks quietly. "So long as you want me, I am only yours."
"Now rest," he urges. "You're probably tired."