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Leon hated how much he wanted Gwaine of all people. The dark-haired knight was brash, loud, obnoxious even! And yet... he was beautiful in his laughter and the easy way he took whatever life threw at them.
He was also very frustrated; he absolutely hated how everyone but him got to be Gwaine’s conquests. He might have pettily abused his position as the first knight and sent the last few knights Gwaine boasted about sleeping with to the furthest border. He might have accidentally scheduled a routine patrol with only himself and Gwaine. Purely by chance, of course.
Which was where they found each other right now. Setting up camp after a day's worth of riding between Camelot citadel and western outskirts, Gwaine kept up his usual prattling on. “Oh, and just the other night I showed the newest barmaid why it was such a tremendous idea of hers to wear a low-cut dress. I think she will keep wearing such things now.“ He chuckled. When Leon didn’t reply at all, not even making noncommittal sounds, Gwaine actually turned to the older knight. “What crawled up your ass this time? I know you’re the stuck-up one out of all of them but even for you you’re tight-lipped. Would you prefer a tale of my latest tumble with another knight? Is that more entertaining for you?“
Leon set down the bedroll he was carrying and straightened up. He growled - the only warning he gave Gwaine - before he focused fully on the other knight and finally snapped.
With a sturdy step forward, and calloused hands grabbing soft curls, Leon’s other arm wound around Gwaine’s midsection and pulled him flush against the leather armour of his companion.
“Le-”
The first knight of Camelot didn’t even give Gwaine a fighting chance; he crushed their lips together, bitingly, hungrily, ensuring they stayed tight together, pressed flush from head to toe.
He kissed like he fought and fought like he kissed. Precisely and relentlessly.
Leon was sure in his movement as well as dominating. He felt the smaller knight in his arms go pliant. ‘Good', Leon thought, ‘after this, you’ll know who to turn to.’
Gwaine had managed to stoke something possessive in Leon. That beast, so well contained over years and cultivated only in the darkest corner of his mind, had finally been released.
Gwaine broke the kiss, panting against swollen and bitten lips, feeling puffs of air across his own cheek in return. “Leon?” It was small, unsure and so unlike Gwaine that Leon gentled.
“I’ll show you. When I am done with you, you will know where to go to be satisfied. No one else anymore. Yes, sweetheart?”
The first knight could feel Gwaine shudder in his arms, both backing up a bit, and gazing searchingly into each other's eyes before Gwaine seemed to find what he was looking for and let himself go. “Gods, yes.”
It was whispered like a prayer, and Leon swore he would make sure to worship this man properly once home. But for now, he needed to take care of their lust. Even if this was a somewhat safe patrol route, one could never be too cautious.
He pulled them against each other again, hand still curled up in Gwaine’s hair, scratching gently and making the man moan.
“You’re so beautiful, moaning so prettily,” he muttered, enthralled by this being in his arms.
In response, Gwaine let out a breathy moan and pushed their crotches even closer together. “Come on Leon.”
He was about to decline the demand when Gwaine continued. “You can take me apart as much as you wish when we’re not in the wild.”
Gwaine had a point. As unhappy as it made him, Leon couldn’t neglect to think about the risk being out here posed after all. Mouthing against Gwaine’s half-exposed neck, fighting the urge to bite and claim the other man, he got a hand between their bodies and into Gwaine’s rather sloppily tied breeches.
“No smallclothes? No wonder you always complain about long rides.” Leon may have been admonishing Gwaine a little for it, but deep down the first knight was very happy with this.
The younger man moaned unabashedly as Leon’s fingers wrapped, cocksure, around his member and set a punishing speed. Leon wondered if Gwaine recognized some of his more outlandish stories’ details in what Leon was doing to him now. The first knight knew everyone believed he didn’t listen to those. Leon in fact listened closely, jealously guarding every detail in his mind to use for self-indulgence or what he hadn’t thought he would gain; the opportunities to re-enact them with Gwaine.
A firm stroke and a slutty moan later saw the two of them pressed up against a tree, when Gwaine’s knees grew weak.
“Leon.”
“Yes, sweetheart, that’s it. Moan for me. Moan my name, only mine.”
“Good God, Leon!” Gwaine let his head fall back against the tree, eyes firmly closed breath coming harshly. Leon towered over him, not by much but enough to drink in the picture Gwaine painted and to have to lean down to kiss his exposed neck.
“Ah~ more, please this is not enough!”
“So demanding.” Leon spoke against salty skin, nipping it gently. Then he increased the speed of his hand. Gwaine tried to spread his legs further, but all he achieved was pulling his breeches taut and he let out a frustrated groan. ”Off-”
“No.”
“But Leon-”
“I said no.”
A whine. A smirk pressed into soft skin, soothing the place Leon had bitten.
Leon put a tiny bit of distance between them, brought up his other hand, and spat into it a couple of times before replacing the dry one with the other; making for an easier glide and therefore faster speed.
It seemed, that was all Gwaine needed, for his whole body went tight and he barely managed to utter a warning.
The first knight stepped aside, hand keeping the rhythm, and cum shot from Gwaine’s reddened prick onto the forest floor.
Gwaine leaned fully against the tree, trying to bring his breath back under control. Leon saw how the younger man needed a moment to come back before turning his head to Leon and -
Leon’s pupils were wide when Gwaine, still panting, went down on his knees. Well-trained fingers easily removed armour and worked deftly on the strings of Leon’s breeches before Gwaine let out a displeased groan. “Smallclothes? Really?”
Leon chuckled before groaning. “Hmm not all of us can be such a-”
But the first knight was cut off as Gwaine managed to get Leon’s throbbing cock out and didn’t waste any time. He planted a kiss on the head, savouring the taste before taking Leon’s dick in his mouth.
Leon struggled to find a good place to put his hands. He settled on clasped behind his back, which led to him spreading his legs a bit further into the deeply ingrained, proper knight-presenting stance - back straight, chest out, gaze straight ahead. The whole action shoved his hips forward, deeper into Gwaine’s throat - who moaned in turn.
The vibrations felt heavenly and Leon started to move out just to push back in, trusting that Gwaine would tell him should his limit be reached. Instead of protesting, Gwaine simply opened up more and did his best to accommodate Leon.
Another hum made Leon nearly shoot his load and he grabbed his vambraces tightly in his hands to keep position. “God- Gwaine. You’re so good. Who’d have thought your mouth was good for something else but blathering about your escapades?”
When Gwaine tried to draw back, Leon shot his hand back to the front and laid it warningly against the back of Gwaine’s head.
He looked down, Gwaine looked up, and Leon couldn’t help the smirk on his face even if he had wanted to. “Look at you, trapped by my cock and hand. You do so well sucking cock Gwaine. Don’t stop. Suck and swallow.”
Gwaine’s pupils blew wide and he pressed his lips tighter, hollowed his cheeks, and sucked. He toyed with Leon’s cock with his tongue, pulling out any and all tricks he knew. The groan from Gwaine vibrated over the sensitive wet skin of the first knight’s cock, which was the final straw. Leon came, softly moaning Gwaine’s name.
Leon felt his cock twitch and pulse, loading Gwaine’s mouth with his cum. Leon could see Gwaine blush; eyes looking pleased and blissed out.
Leon could hear his own heartbeat and was certain that this is what he had been yearning for, for so long. Gently he caressed Gwaine’s hair.
‘You are mine now, Gwaine. I will treat you right.’
In a faint whisper, after they distanced themselves and righted their clothes, Leon spoke aloud: “If you’ll let me, I want to court you.”
Gwaine turned back to him and grinned. “I think I’d like that,” before adding cheekily; “after all, you promised to show me who I belonged to.”