Knight!Simon, who’s broad and brutal under normal circumstances, more scar tissue than flesh where the years have carved him open, now reduced to something small and shaking in Prince Gaz’s bed.
Massive frame trembling with every roll of Gaz’s hips, the full thick length of the prince’s cock buried inside him, stretching his hole wide, burn sitting constant and deep. Tears track down his scarred cheeks in hot, silent lines, sniffing wetly, the sound pathetic from a man who usually looms over everyone else. Broken whine slips free when Garrick rocks in just a fraction deeper.
Gaz bracing one hand on Simon’s scarred chest, feeling the frantic thud of his heart beneath the keloid’s, coos low and sweet, soothing a skittish animal. “There now, my knight. Look at you, falling apart so nicely for me.” His other hand grips the back of Simon’s thigh, keeps him folded open, legs pushed high and wide. “Breathe through it. That’s it. Such a good boy when you’re stuffed full like this.”
Simon’s hands fist in the furs beneath him, knuckles white, muscles in his arms shaking with the effort to hold still. Every thrust dragging a fresh whimper from his throat, wet and choked, his own cock lying heavy and leaking against his stomach, untouched and aching.
Fullness too much, Gaz cock pressing relentless against his prostate, makes fresh tears spill over, rim fluttering and clenching around the the prince. Sniffs again, loud in the quiet room, and Gaz leans down to kiss the corner of his wet eye, hips never stopping.
“Shh, I know,” Garrick murmurs, voice warm and coaxing even as he fucks him deeper. “My big, fierce knight… reduced to tears on his prince’s cock. You’re doing so well for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds.”
Another thrust, deeper this time, and Simon’s back arches hard, a low, broken keen tearing out of him as the tears keep falling.
