“Slow--slow down.” Hands trapped his hips, steadying him, holding him back, and Gareth writhed against the restriction for a moment or two before settling into a sort of trembling acquiescence, his hips rocking very slightly nevertheless. Lancelot kept him like that for a minute, lightly shuddering with the sensation of holding both of them back. Gareth curled both hands over his, making low and pleading sounds in his throat, then nearly growling when Lancelot tightened his grip and thrust deep, deeper, setting a new rhythm that made him arch his back and grasp for something solid. His fingers dug into the bedsheets.
He treasured this, even when it was only physical, nothing deeper than need and passion warring on the surface. He loved it more thoroughly when Lancelot took him, driving into him and needing something deeper than just the acceptance of his body.
Right now he felt connected, needed, and filled. Lancelot was taking him from the back, deeper penetration than he had ever before experienced, and he was lightheaded with it, already rising on each thrust, gasping when Lancelot’s hand curled around his cock and stroked him until he spasmed unexpectedly in release. “Yes,” he hissed, purposefully tightening, squeezing until Lancelot made a strangled sound and bit into his shoulder, filling him with liquid warmth.
Gareth reached down, curled one hand around Lancelot’s and drew it to his lips.
“I love you,” he breathed, delicately licking, unexpectedly fierce. “Don’t ever forget.”
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Date: 2006-08-25 02:08 am (UTC)“Slow--slow down.” Hands trapped his hips, steadying him, holding him back, and Gareth writhed against the restriction for a moment or two before settling into a sort of trembling acquiescence, his hips rocking very slightly nevertheless. Lancelot kept him like that for a minute, lightly shuddering with the sensation of holding both of them back. Gareth curled both hands over his, making low and pleading sounds in his throat, then nearly growling when Lancelot tightened his grip and thrust deep, deeper, setting a new rhythm that made him arch his back and grasp for something solid. His fingers dug into the bedsheets.
He treasured this, even when it was only physical, nothing deeper than need and passion warring on the surface. He loved it more thoroughly when Lancelot took him, driving into him and needing something deeper than just the acceptance of his body.
Right now he felt connected, needed, and filled. Lancelot was taking him from the back, deeper penetration than he had ever before experienced, and he was lightheaded with it, already rising on each thrust, gasping when Lancelot’s hand curled around his cock and stroked him until he spasmed unexpectedly in release. “Yes,” he hissed, purposefully tightening, squeezing until Lancelot made a strangled sound and bit into his shoulder, filling him with liquid warmth.
Gareth reached down, curled one hand around Lancelot’s and drew it to his lips.
“I love you,” he breathed, delicately licking, unexpectedly fierce. “Don’t ever forget.”