Chapter Ten – Intimacy

Arnel's heart pounded as David leant back on the bed, drawing him on top. This was different than before. It wasn't clinical or forced. David wanted Arnel's hands gripping his side. Arnel wanted David's arms around him too. He unclipped his second bracelet and threw it aside. Threading his arm under David's body, Arnel untied the flimsy cloths covering his waist.

Naked and trembling in the cool night air, they lay exploring, each becoming relaxed in the other's company and warming up through natural body heat and a suddenly intensifying passion. A bottle of oil mysteriously appeared in David's hand and the cool slick made them both shudder when it trickled over their cocks. There was a quavering sigh as David stroked them together. He looked up at Arnel inquisitively.

"My name's Arnold, by the way. My human name."

"Suits you," David murmured. "Can I still call you Arnie?"

"Actually, I never gave you permission to do that," he smirked. It soon transformed into a frown as he concentrated desperately on keeping his voice down as David trailed his lips lower and took his cock in his mouth again. The man was a fast learner and the oil made each bob of his head smooth and swift and heated. Arnold tensed at the finger probing lower and circling his puckered hole.

"Sorry," David gasped. "I got carried away. I shou-"

"Keep going, for the love of Cloistus, keep going," Arnold rasped, his thighs almost clamping shut on David's head when he pressed a finger inside infuriatingly slowly.

"I think we got that the wrong way round," David mumbled sheepishly.

Above him, Arnold shrugged. "We'll just have to try again until we get it right."

"I like the sound of that," he replied, nosing against the slowly rising chest underneath his head.

"But for now, I should get back on duty."

"Can you?"

Arnold attempted to sit and immediately gave up with an agonised wince. "Perhaps not."

"Soz, mate."

Arnold shook his head and blushed. "It's not your fault. You were very accommodating to my nervousness."

"One should always be a gentleman in bed, if nowhere else," he grinned. "But I should definitely get some practice in tomorrow. I don't know if the King will be as patient." He curled back up beside Arnold. "Besides, if you're guarding me I can't think of a better place to be than right next to me. No-one can get past that."

"Maybe so, but I'm in no condition to be fighting anyone off. Though," he added wryly, "if I'm honest I probably wouldn't anyway."

"You'd leave me to fend for myself? Some guard you are," David admonished jokingly.

"I'd hand you my spear before I legged it, I'm not completely despicable."

David chuckled, carding Arnold's curls through his fingers. "That's something I suppose. If it came down to it though, I'd protect you."

Arnold shifted beneath him but there was no reply other than the soft hum of pre-snore breaths as he drifted to sleep, David following suit moments after.