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“Oh,” came the disconcerted reply.
“That’s…good.”
Arthur shook his head.
“Not so good. I don’t know what they think of me.”
Lancelot frowned.
“Just tell them then. And ask directly.”
Then, as if he thought better of it, he blurted, “Or don’t.”
“Don’t?” Arthur echoed, his voice strangled.
“I want you to have what you want,” Lancelot said slowly, “but I don’t want them to take you away from me.”
Arthur’s breath hitched.
It fucking hitched like a pining milkmaid for her swain.
“You could keep me,” Arthur said, stretching his neck and sitting up more so that his face was but a breath away from Lancelot’s.
“How?” Lancelot demanded immediately.
“Like this,” Arthur husked—
And closed the last inch that separated their mouths in the softest, gentlest kiss.
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Lancelot was initially shocked at the contact.
Not that Arthur would touch him like this, just a light press of his lips upon Lancelot’s own. Arthur touched him casually all the time. He didn’t…dislike it.
No, what shocked Lancelot was how soft Arthur’s mouth was, but firm at the same time. How gentle were his lips, despite the prickly beard.
It was only a moment, barely a breath, that Arthur did this before pulling back and opening his eyes to look at Lancelot again, even though Lancelot kept his own eyes wide open the entire time.
Arthur wore a strange expression on his face as his dark blue gaze, almost black now, searched Lancelot’s own.
“Was that…do you…”
He couldn’t seem to finish his sentence, and Lancelot didn’t have an inkling what he meant to say, so he simply waited.
Arthur swallowed, his throat moving hypnotically.
Lancelot had always found the man’s throat inexplicably appealing. Long and corded, strong yet vulnerable.
“May I kiss you again?” Arthur asked, his voice deeper than usual, like the bottom of the ocean deep.
Oh. That was a kiss!
Lancelot had seen the other men take their kisses from willing women, but none as gentle as the one Arthur gave him.He had never been curious about the more intimate side of physical relations (he quite liked fighting though and excelled at it), but he supposed he wouldn’t mind if Arthur took another.
After all, he was always curious about Arthur.
“You may,” he said solemnly, staring down at his King.
