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Take it hard and long and deep. To fuck and rut and dominate until he pumped every drop of semen he possessed into the other man.
And then, he’d keep on rutting just to stay inside of Lancelot. Because he wanted to live inside the other man and never leave.
But that wasn’t what he did.
He knelt behind Lancelot and palmed the warrior’s muscled arse, spreading the cheeks open to admire that shy pink hole. It was puckered closed now, though it fluttered like a trembling mouth.
He’d never done this before. Not with women.
But right here, right now, with this man, he wanted to doeverything.
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Lancelot didn’t know what to expect. He just knew he’d submit to anything Arthur wanted to do to him.
That kiss…it broke open something inside of him.
It was unlike anything Arthur had ever given or taken from him before, and different from anything he’d ever demanded in return.
Now, he was a trembling, disoriented mess. Everything was jumbled inside. Only instinct remained.
Andfeeling.
There was so much of it. He couldn’t make sense of it.
A strangled groan escaped his lips when Arthur’s tongue flicked his hole. He’d done the same to Arthur, eaten his ass as if it was the juiciest peach, but he’d never been on the receiving end.
Somehow, it was different. He’d never felt so…vulnerable before.
Laid open and raw.
Arthur was careful yet commanding. Soon, that tongue thrust beyond the first ring of muscle. And what he did inside…
Gods! Lancelot felt as if he were melting. Breaking.
His arms and legs gave out beneath him, his cock seeking the friction of the grassy ground.
Arthur followed him down as if they were one, maintaining their connection, spearing into him with that hot, sleek muscle, making him shake even harder.
Lancelot was on the edge of another release already. He humped the grass mindlessly as he simultaneously pushed his arse back into Arthur’s face, desperate for more.
He neededmore.
But Arthur pulled back, stalling Lancelot on the precipice, the pressure and pleasure within so enormous, he felt he could burst with it.
“I want to see you,” the King husked, guiding Lancelot to his back and bracketing him with corded arms braced beside his shoulders, hard thighs between his own, spreading Lancelot wide.
He looked up into Arthur’s face, dazed, flushed and half stupefied from the incredible pleasure Arthur wrought from him.
Arthur stared back, one hand cupping the side of his face. His blue eyes were oceans deep, darkened by lust and something else.
What?
What was that something else?
Arthur didn’t speak with words, not out loud and not through the Bond they shared. But there was a universe of meaning conveyed in his gaze.
Lancelot felt confused and dizzy at the enormity of it all.
