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1 through F › A Knight's Tale
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,949
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0
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Repast
Repast
Scattered across the cloth that had held their picnic were small empty bowls. A feast of lords; clotted cream and jam, a knife stuck in the last sliver of creamy soft cheese, crumbs from the rolls bought fresh and warm from the local baker. Of the impromptu picnic, only a few sweet pastries remained uneaten by the two unlikely lovers.
“I ate too much.”
Geoffrey Chaucer laid back against the fallen tree that hid them from view and sighed, he, too, was replete.
“I ate too much.”
It was a truly mournful, sighing complaint.
Chaucer choked back a laugh at the groan from Wat. Squinting, he cocked his head against the setting sun, watching as the red headed squire rubbed his rounded stomach stomach, giving his lover a sly smile as he loosened his trousers.
“Really, you think you ate too much?”
Slipping his hand inside his pants, Geoff began to stroke his hardening length. He gave a soft moan that had nothing to so with overindulgence and everything to do with the heated look cast his way.
Wat turned onto his side to face the herald and smiled, a rare, genuine smile. “Well, I might fit in just a little bit more.” He rolled over to his knees and crawled over to Geoff.
Pushing away Geoff’s hand, Wat made quick work of the older man’s trouser lacings and bent down to suck on the freed cock. Cupping the heavy balls and pulling on the foreskin, he began to give small licks to the velvet softness.
Geoff relaxed and his head dropped back to the tree that held him sitting upright. His eyes slid shut as he felt the languid heat curl from his toes and up through his limbs.
Biting his lip, he muffled his gasps as Wat sucked and touched and nibbled. Pushing
back against the tree, he arched his back, thrusting into Wat’s mouth, aching to go deeper and deeper. A final groan and he spilled into the squire’s mouth.
His hands wound their way through the short red hair and tugged gently. Coaxing his lover up into his arms, he asked, “A wonderful end to a fine repast?”
Wat chuckled, cuddling in closer. “Hmm.”
Geoff tucked himself back in his trousers, wanting nothing more than a nap. With his arm around his lover, he closed his eyes. He’d repay the favour to Wat later that night. For now, they dozed, a truly good ending to a fine repast.
Scattered across the cloth that had held their picnic were small empty bowls. A feast of lords; clotted cream and jam, a knife stuck in the last sliver of creamy soft cheese, crumbs from the rolls bought fresh and warm from the local baker. Of the impromptu picnic, only a few sweet pastries remained uneaten by the two unlikely lovers.
“I ate too much.”
Geoffrey Chaucer laid back against the fallen tree that hid them from view and sighed, he, too, was replete.
“I ate too much.”
It was a truly mournful, sighing complaint.
Chaucer choked back a laugh at the groan from Wat. Squinting, he cocked his head against the setting sun, watching as the red headed squire rubbed his rounded stomach stomach, giving his lover a sly smile as he loosened his trousers.
“Really, you think you ate too much?”
Slipping his hand inside his pants, Geoff began to stroke his hardening length. He gave a soft moan that had nothing to so with overindulgence and everything to do with the heated look cast his way.
Wat turned onto his side to face the herald and smiled, a rare, genuine smile. “Well, I might fit in just a little bit more.” He rolled over to his knees and crawled over to Geoff.
Pushing away Geoff’s hand, Wat made quick work of the older man’s trouser lacings and bent down to suck on the freed cock. Cupping the heavy balls and pulling on the foreskin, he began to give small licks to the velvet softness.
Geoff relaxed and his head dropped back to the tree that held him sitting upright. His eyes slid shut as he felt the languid heat curl from his toes and up through his limbs.
Biting his lip, he muffled his gasps as Wat sucked and touched and nibbled. Pushing
back against the tree, he arched his back, thrusting into Wat’s mouth, aching to go deeper and deeper. A final groan and he spilled into the squire’s mouth.
His hands wound their way through the short red hair and tugged gently. Coaxing his lover up into his arms, he asked, “A wonderful end to a fine repast?”
Wat chuckled, cuddling in closer. “Hmm.”
Geoff tucked himself back in his trousers, wanting nothing more than a nap. With his arm around his lover, he closed his eyes. He’d repay the favour to Wat later that night. For now, they dozed, a truly good ending to a fine repast.