Room 303, Tuesday Evening

[bitchprince]

After an exhausting day, there was little Arthur enjoyed more than getting to lounge about his thankfully not-an-alcove bed, which was just about as good as the one he had back in Camelot. He was already in his nightclothes by now, and he was fairly sure that whatever happened, he had a good night's sleep coming up on him.

If you didn't know him any better (and most people on the island didn't. Even many who thought they did) you could almost say he was completely back to normal, had put That Weekend out of his mind, and was continuing on as per usual.

You'd be wrong. So would Arthur, who made deluding himself into an art form when he felt like it.

He was just going to concentrate on the whole good night's sleep - have a hunting dog now - nice bed thing. That was about in keeping with his sanity. (That, and considering everything that Reno had put on his mind. It was always nice when life accommodated your denial with more responsibilities)

He wasn't yet aware that in a few short hours, he was going to be bustled out of his room by cranky rodents, no.

[[ door is cracked, post is open! -- and thread with Leto nws. sigh ]]

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[bitchprince]

"It could be a lesson of some use," he mused, then pressed a kiss to Leto's stomach. About an inch or two too high.

[future_sandworm]

"Exactly what am I supposed to learn?" Leto replied, voice hoardse. That Arthur was quite good at doing that when he set his mind to it?

[bitchprince]

"Patience?"

That was some impressive mock-innocence there, but he did move down half an inch.

[future_sandworm]

That made Leto laugh, even if the sound came out oddly. Perhaps speaking just gave Arthur strange ideas and so he said nothing more, and just looked down at Arthur.

[bitchprince]

One hand came off of Leto's hips to take a hold of him, the other pushing him gently against the door. He stroked once, pressing another kiss along the line down. Maybe he couldn't actually get Leto to beg, but he was going to have a fairly good time in trying.

[future_sandworm]

And as Leto expected he might enjoy it too, even though his senses might tell him he needed more, now, he didn't mind playing this game. He wasn't going to beg. His fingers clenched in Arthur's hair.

[bitchprince]

"No more clever commentary?"

His mouth found thigh just as his hand found a slow, teasing rhythm to settle into. This was very elaborately, very purposefully giving himself something else to focus on for as long as he possibly could.

The fact he was forcing Leto to hold out for it was just a happy extra.

[future_sandworm]

"Usually you complain when I talk to much," Leto managed, gasping. Of course, he could turn this around again and push Arthur on to the floor.

[bitchprince]

"Unfortunately," he continued, moving closer to the inside of Leto's thigh again - he didn't have that much patience, "I can't silence you like this every time."

[future_sandworm]

Well, that might in some cases be a little too public which would make Merlin too upset. But Leto was not in a state where he was able to point this out. He watched Arthur, breath shivering.

[bitchprince]

Arthur's hand made a fist at the base.

He grinned up once. "So much for the begging, then," he said, pulled back a little, and sucked the head into his mouth.

[future_sandworm]

Even if Leto had thought of a clever reply to that, he wasn't really able to form the words. With a groan, he tilted his head back.

[bitchprince]

One of these days, Arthur was going to get Leto to beg. It'd be like a project, of some kind. Splaying the fingers of his other against over Leto's hipbone, he bobbed forward, as much as he could without straining himself.

He was going to keep on looking up just for the fun of it.

[future_sandworm]

Arthur was welcome to have that is a project if he wanted. Right now Leto wasn't thinking, not even of the game of not begging. All that was on his mind was the pleasure building up and his body anticipating the release. He closed his eyes, not even aware that Arthur was watching him.

[bitchprince]

Now that just wouldn't do.

He ran his hand around to Leto's arse, giving it a rather firm squeeze as he picked up his rhythm, slow and sure. Most of the time, he had absolutely no interest in games - this was a rare abberation.

[future_sandworm]

The squeeze surprised Leto and he let out a moan and tugged at Arthur's hair. Faster, that was good, and he mumbled something along those lines to communicate it.

[bitchprince]

Better. It really wouldn't do for Leto forget he was there. He left the lightest scrape of teeth in answer, his fingers failing to leave their position, digging slightly into Leto's skin, as he picked up his speed.

If Leto forgot it was him again? Well, there was always the cold-shock method. (He wasn't possessive. He just wasn't a replacable doll, either)

[future_sandworm]

The slight pain and the threat of more didn't make this less pleasurable, quite the opposite. Leto's eyes widened and he gasped, leaning against Arthur to keep his balance as he came, his body shivering with pleasure.

[bitchprince]

Not very considerate of him, but whatever. Arthur stayed where he was, not too far, up until he was done; then he pulled back, spitting at the floor to get the worst out of his mouth. The rest he'd have to swallow, then.

He let go of Leto's prick to wipe off his mouth. He had... a considerable problem, at this point.

[future_sandworm]

Leto sank to his knees, looking at Arthur with rather unfocused eyes. He suspected he should return this favour somehow, and he would once he had caught his breath.

[bitchprince]

As it was, they were at eye-level, so Arthur would more than abuse the opportunity to snag his hair and kiss him hard and fiercely.

Possibly knocking him against the door, but Arthur didn't notice nor care.

[future_sandworm]

That didn't bother Leto much at this point. The kiss was returned, although it would have been impossible not to when it was given in that way. Then, pulling back a little, he mumbled: "What do you want?"

He could come up with something himself, of course, but Arthur did have this preference for being in charge.

[bitchprince]

There was a brief moment as he eyed Leto straight on back. For some reason, the past few weeks' arguments were flitting through his brain like that much spare something.

"Figure something out," he said, finally, leaning his forehead against Leto's.

[future_sandworm]

Leto might not be overly creative at this point, but that didn't mean he wouldn't come up with something. He kissed Arthur again, gentler this time, and wrapped one hand into his hair as he pushed him backwards onto the floor.

[bitchprince]

So maybe completely blank seemed endlessly appealing tonight. It was what prompted Arthur to go willingly and with no protest at all, settling against the floor like he was the one who'd gotten his release already.

If his foot hooked around Leto's ankle in the process, then so be it.