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It was good to finallyfeel.
Emotionally and mentally, he wasn’t entirely sure. Just that it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted. He felt lighter, closer to his old self when he’d first taken the crown. But somehow also new.
Strong arms wrapped around his chest from behind, and a long, thick rod prodded between his ass cheeks.
“Want to go again,” Lancelot mumbled, still half asleep, using Arthur as an anchor to keep himself upright.
Arthur huffed a sound between a snort and a laugh.
It seemed that the stoic knight had been changed as well.
He’d always stayed close to Arthur in order to protect him, but he’d also religiously maintained their personal space. Now, he crowded Arthur like a stallion herding a mare in heat. Even half asleep, he was subtly humping Arthur’s ass, though Arthur didn’t think he was aware of what he was doing.
“Piss,” Arthur reminded him.
But as he turned to the toilet to do his business, Lancelot didn’t let go.
Arthur didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was bordering on ludicrous how he struggled for many minutes to relieve hisbladder because his cock was half hard from wanting the man plastered to his back.
When he was done, he shuffled to the large stand-in shower enclosure, with Lancelot still attached to his person. He turned on the spray to cold to douse some sense into both of them. But before long, their body heat turned the artificial rain into foggy, lust-scented steam.
Lancelot was fully awake now, his hands wandering across Arthur’s front, his touch rough and possessive.
“I like your body,” the taciturn knight admitted in a low, wondering voice.
The observation was startling, given the fact that Lancelot never talked about how he felt or what he thought. At least, he never had with Arthur.
“I like how big your muscles are. How hairy you are compared to me.”
The man was a veritable chatter box now. Arthur wondered how long this forthcomingness would last.
He liked it.
He tried to ignore the questing, busy hands, and began to wash himself with soap.
“You’re starting to get hairy too,” he reminded Lancelot.
“You now have stubble on your jaw, where you’ve always been smooth.”
“I like it,” Lancelot said matter-of-factly.
He was in a good mood this morning, what with all the “likes” he was throwing around.
“I like abrading your skin with it,” Lancelot said, rubbing his bristled jaw in the center of Arthur’s back.
“Especially the tender skin of your bollocks and cock. To leave my mark and wear your scent all over my face.”
Arthur dropped the soap.
Fuck.This man!
What had gotten into him? Since when did he think like this, much less voice his thoughts out loud so blatantly?
Inflamingly.
“Pick it up, King,” Lancelot purred at his neck, swiveling his hips so that the hard, plump head of his cock bumped against Arthur’s too-sensitive hole.
“You pick it up,” Arthur growled, turning around and pushing him back a step, fisting his hands.
