Drabbly-drabblety?

[lyricality]

I AM USING THIS ICON TO FEEL ACCOMPLISHED.
It is not working.

To follow a developing trend (yes, two people is a trend, hush up) and to have an excuse not to work on my portfolio, I am offering to do drabbles. Liek OMG, yes. My weird and varied fandoms are as follows:

Star Wars (don't break my brain too much with this)
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
PotC
HP
Sherlock Holmes
Lady in the Water
YuGiOh!
Tabula Rasa (have we established by now that this is, in fact, a fandom? =P )
King Kong (2005)
The Secret of NIMH
Once Upon a Time in Mexico
Anastasia
Gravitation
FFVII (including Advent Children)
Lazytown (I haven't actually tried this. It might be disturbing.)

...There is a high probability that you will get smut, or something close to it, because I have not been writing a lot of smut and am thus deprived. In fact, if you absolutely do NOT want smut...you should probably say so in your request. Eh heh heh. *tries to look innocent and FAILS*

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“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.”