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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: R. Some bondage.
Pairing: Arthur/Lancelot
Disclaimer: These versions aren't mine.
Feedback: Would be nice.
Notes: Takes place before the movie. For commodorified.
Summary: Impromptu sex. No redeeming value whatsoever.
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One moment, the cat was sitting quietly in the corner, apparently dozing while Lancelot attended to some broken reins. The next, the damned furry thing had dove through the bridle after a mouse, and the leather straps had snapped tight around his wrists, too quickly for him to jerk away.
Ten minutes of struggling did nothing except to get his jerkin tangled into the mess and half-pulled up his chest. Irked and exhausted, he fell backward onto the floor.
Arthur's raised eyebrow was probably the last thing he would've liked to see. "Trouble?"
"Don't. Start." Out of embarrassment, Lancelot avoided eye-contact. Which was why he was taken by surprise yet again.
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"Damn it, Arthur-" tongue "--when I get-" teeth and lips "--free-"
Handsthighsgrindslide. Lancelot's knees buckled, thus dropping his thighs right into Arthur's ready hands.
His head banged something as his back was shoved up along the beam, but he hardly noticed. "When you get free, you'll still have to fix the reins," Arthur mouthed against Lancelot's neck.
Biting did no good; it only got Lancelot speared on Arthur's prick like a suckling on a spit. But then flesh shifted, warm oil gliding around inside as-"And you'll help, damn you. Or else you'll be hunting today without me."
"Never."
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