[Truth be told, he'd been restricting himself to grinding against Bedivere as a way to draw out the time he had to touch and taste, part of him fearing that this was just a one-off thing, or that he wouldn't get to do this again: this constant reminder of how mortality extended to even the time they spent together elicited a surge of intensity within him that he hasn't dared to describe yet.
But if Bedivere asked - he couldn't say no, really. Because his own actions were driven by the exact opposite of rejection.]
Alright.
[He'd dip his fingers further down, tantalizingly close to Bedivere's dick with the full intention of teasing him.]
no subject
But if Bedivere asked - he couldn't say no, really. Because his own actions were driven by the exact opposite of rejection.]
Alright.
[He'd dip his fingers further down, tantalizingly close to Bedivere's dick with the full intention of teasing him.]