Lancelot's mouth watered staring at the beauty bared to him.Miles upon miles of brown skin warmed by the sun as often as Galehaut could manage, the dark curls always going every direction at once, those delicate gray eyes that could contain rending storms but were so gentle when gazing at him.Acres of well-honed muscle that could snap men in half like twigs but always touched him like something precious.Or fucked him so hard he couldn't move the rest of the night.
Tossing aside the last of his clothes, Galehaut gave his hardening cock a few idle strokes before climbing onto the bed and spreading Lancelot's thighs like a conquering king."Such a pretty little thing, and all for me," Galehaut murmured.He spread his hands over Lancelot's thighs, thumbs dipping low to spread his ass and bare his hole, hissing at the gleaming oil already there."Are you so hungry, then?Have I not kept you properly fed?"
"Feed me now," Lancelot said on a groan, moving restlessly on the sheets, as much as he could, anyway, with a mountain between his spread legs.
One of those enormous hands wrapped around his cock, practically dwarfing it.That shouldn't be so arousing, but Lancelot's cock only grew harder, didn't it?
Galehaut bent to kiss him, claiming his mouth like a conqueror, until Lancelot's lips throbbed and there wasn't a single thought left in his head.That hot mouth nibbled at his jaw, then worked its way down, down his body in leisurely fashion, licking across his nipples, biting at his sides, trailing kisses along his ribcage.He lapped up the fluids already smeared across Lancelot's stomach, then grasped his cock once more and suckled the head teasingly.
"Bastard," Lancelot gasped out, hands flailing, one fisting in the sheets, the other sinking into Galehaut's hair in a futile effort to make him do a proper job of things.
Instead, Galehaut withdrew easily, rising up fully, those broad shoulders taking up all the space, blotting out the firelight and candles behind him."I won't leave you wanting, pretty thing.I intend to have you thoroughly,ravenously.Until you pass out from pleasure while I'm still fucking you and wake up too full and sated to move."
Lancelot whimpered, eyes closed, head back, cock twitching so hard he might have come if Galehaut had kept talking."You are good at sating my hunger," he finally managed.The words were true.He'd rarely suffered a bad fuck, but nobody had ever left him as satisfied as Galehaut.That very first night in his bedroom, in the beloved castle that was one more thing he would lose for choosing Lancelot, he'd fucked Lancelot so well and thoroughly he'd been brought to tears and slept well past the sunrise hour when he'd been free to leave.
He tried to sit up, reach out, do some touching and teasing of his own, but Galehaut was having none of it."Gale—"
"You were laid out like an offering, and I intend to enjoy you as such," Galehaut said."Prince of Tides, you were made to be worshipped."
Lancelot laughed breathlessly, though it turned into a moan as Galehaut's hot hands resumed touching him all over."Don't call me that.Am I the offering or the worshipped?I can't be both."
"Shush," Galehaut chided."Don't pick apart my compliments."He dropped his mouth over Lancelot's cock, making him wail, hands flying up to hold fast to the headboard as he thrust shamelessly into Galehaut's hot mouth.Galehaut, though, being the horrible person he was, pinned his hips so he could do nothing but take what he was given.Lancelot cursed and pleaded at the teasing sucking, so close to what he needed but never quite enough.
He wailed far louder than he'd ever admit when Galehaut pulled off his cock."You son of— Finish what you were doing!"
"Can I still fuck you if I do?"
Lancelot gave him a look of utter bafflement."Why would you not?Ilikewhen you fuck me, in case you somehow did not notice that our entire journey to Camelot.Knowing you, I'll just rise to the occasion a second time."As he'd anticipated, that sparked a challenge that Galehaut could not resist.
It was all the warning he received before that hot mouth took his cock deep again, so he touched the back of Galehaut's throat, and he sucked and laved with full dedication to the task, provoking Lancelot to spill in practically no time at all.
He was still struggling to get his breath back when Galehaut's fingers slipped back—and then it was his turn to groan as he was reminded that Lancelot was already slick and ready for him."You certainly knew what you wanted from me tonight, didn't you?Why anyone thinks you're seeking invitation to Guinevere's bed when you are the most cock-hungry—"
Lancelot yanked him down into a kiss, face flushed scarlet because Galehaut wasn'twrong, but he didn't need to go announcing it to gods and nosy residents lurking outside the door either.
Galehaut nibbled at his jaw as they parted, the smirk entirely in his voice when he said, "Did I fluster you, beloved?"
"Your brazen words always fluster me, and you know it, knave."
"You are always calm as still water or wild as a raging storm, but rarely do I see you anything as humble as flustered," Galehaut replied, painting his body in kisses again as two of his thick, hot fingers pushed into Lancelot's body."I find it endearing—enchanting."
"You already have me spread out like a whore, there's no need to offer up sweet words.Do what we both want, Your Highness."
Galehaut kissed his nose before rising up on his knees again.Lancelot sighed happily at the sight, the mass and strength of him, the effortless ease with which he managed all that strength, used it far more for kindness and pleasure than for violence.All his for the next several hours, to enjoy as he pleased.
Grasping his thighs, Galehaut spread him wider than ever and pulled Lancelot slowly onto his cock.All the thoughts in his head spun away again as that cock, as impressive and considerable as the rest of the man, filled and consumed him.
"Shameless and greedy," Galehaut said softly, voice all satisfaction and matching greed."You take my cock like you were crafted for it, pretty thing."
Lancelot could not form words, only moan and flail once more for the headboard, because the ever-so-fine trembling in Galehaut's body said that soon he would need the anchoring.They were both breathing raggedly as Galehaut finally seated himself.Lancelot groaned, knuckles white where he gripped the headboard, though his hands were sweat-slick and likely to lose their grip before long.He was split wide and stuffed full and utterly addicted to the feeling.To this man who had bewitched him like no other.Called him beautiful instead of enemy, and surrendered his entire life on the chance of what twenty-four hours might bring him instead."Fuck me, already, knave.You know I can take it.Was I not here waiting, all but begging for it?Have me."
"Have you I will," Galehaut said on a growl that thrummed in the bones, a giant of old come to raze a human village and take any prize that struck his fancy.Grabbing Lancelot's hips not quite hard enough to bruise, though Lancelot wouldn't complain if he had Galehaut's fingertips marked on his skin later, he set a punishing pace that threatened to break Lancelot and the bed, pulling out and thrusting back in, taking him apart piece by piece.Sweat stung Lancelot's eyes, obscuring his vision, leaving him lost in a world of heat and pleasure and panting breaths.
Galehaut pulled out roughly, flipped him over and put him on his knees, and fucked back into him, arms like bands around Lancelot as he slammed into him over and over, using him so thoroughly that Lancelot's vision went not just blurry but spotted black, tears streaming down his face from the depth and force of Galehaut's strokes, the overwhelming sensations setting him aflame from the inside out.
He screamed as he came a second time, spilling over the beautiful blanket that would have to be discarded now, falling to the bed, not even able to brace himself on his elbows, simply cling to the soiled bedclothes, as Galehaut used him a few minutes more before finally sinking in and coming hard.
They lay there several minutes, Galehaut's slowly softening cock still filling him, fighting to get their breaths back.Lancelot ached from temple to toe, sore in ways that the most arduous practice could not leave him, tender in ways that would leave him unfit for horse riding for a day or so.Good thing he did not have anywhere to be, and salves made by Elaine and Guinevere that would ease him.They did love to smirk and giggle as they handed over their clever workings.
