Apr. 5th, 2005 @ 05:53 pm
"Gawain," Galahad calls out, his head tilting back to the ceiling as he lets out a long moan, back arching forward violently and pushing against Gawain, stroking their hands over himself harder and harder until finally, it's too much.
He bites his lip hard enough that it begins to bleed and he lets out a yelp, shouting Gawain's name as he climaxes.
He breathes heavily, tightening his clasp on Gawain's hand. "Girls would pay," he murmurs, "to get claimed by you."
Gawain climaxes mere (thunderous, pounding) heartbeats later and collapses on top of Galahad, effectively pinning him to the bed.
"They'd pay?" he asks shakily. "Then what have I been doing wrong all these years I have been paying them
?" He grins and shifts slightly to the side, resting his cheek on Galahad's shoulder.
"You just didn't frame your offer properly," Galahad groans slightly, giving Gawain a slight shove off him, burrowing his nose in Gawain's neck. "They all know how good you are, they all talk about it. They would pay to have you," he grins and pokes Gawain on the nose, "do to them what you just did so wonderfully to me."
He gives a sated sigh, draping one arm over Gawain's waist. "Mmm," he murmurs, grinning a little wider. "You are good."
"Thank you," mumbles Gawain, content to lie entangled with Galahad for a few moments.
"Wait," he says, propping himself up on one elbow. "They all talk
Galahad lies on his back, drawing small circles on the sheen of his chest, grinning up at Gawain. "Oh, quite. Details and stories. You've had a prolific and quite mythical sex life, you know."
Galahad turns and pushes Gawain onto the bed, crawling atop him and straddling his hips. "You get more sex than Lancelot according to the girls. And boys."
"I'd have to wonder how I ever manage to get any sleep if I am alleged to have had that number of conquests," says Gawain and he runs his hands up Galahad's stomach and chest.
Galahad laughs as he feels a shiver go down his back. "I'm only disappointed that I'm so rarely involved. It's always roman nobility this, and stable boy that, and tavern wench here, whores there, Lancelot, Tristan, Arthur," Galahad rolls his eyes. "You didn't start any of those rumours, did you?" he questions, arching an eyebrow.
With that, Galahad eased off and pushed out over Gawain's body until he was completely covering him.
"I did no such thing," says Gawain mildly and he wraps his arms around Galahad. A low rumble of contentment sounds in the back of his throat. "So, Galahad-my-love, should we make plans to woo some unsuspecting girl?"
His arms tighten around Galahad as though to ward off the thought of any interloper into their comfortable arrangement but he cannot deny the underlying thrill that comes with such a plan...