The night sank in the Far Far Away. She enveloped the city with her dark cover. Most people slept tightly and watched dreams. Some worked at night in the catering. Night did not go around the castle, except Arthur. Artie lay on the bed and did not sleep. The young king had a lot of things - thoughts did not leave their heads. Suddenly, a rustle was heard - Artie pretended to be sleeping. Someone crouched on the bed.
- Artie, I know that you are not sleeping, - said the arrived, stroking the blond's shoulder. Arthur recognized this voice and opened his eyes.
- Lancelot,- the Artie muttered sleepily, raised himself on his elbows. - What are you doing here?
- I wanted to know how you,- Lance answered. - You can not sleep.
- I've been doing royal business all day, and now thoughts prevent me from falling asleep, - Artie rested his head on the pillow.- Artie put his head on the pillow.
- I can make sure that thoughts do not bother you, - Lanselot leaned over and whispered to the lips. Artie rose, touched the face of the interlocutor and gently stroked him. Lancelot took the blond's hand and kissed her gently. Then he approached Arthur's face and kissed his lips. Both caressed their lips and caught tongues. Lance stroked the hair of Artie. After a kiss, lovers hugged. The blond was melting in the hands of Lancelot.
- How good I am in your arms, - the blond muttered. Lancelot only smiled and walked his lips along the neck of Artie, gently exposing his body. Lance's breath seared his fair skin, and it sent goosebumps. The blond closed his eyes and groaned sweetly. Lance, seeing Arthur groans, gently and slowly stroked his body. Artie lay on the bed. Lancelot's hands were warm, like a fire that did not burn, but warms. Black -haired hastily section of himself and hung over Arthur. Artie, seeing a naked guy, blushed like boiled cancer, but the darkness hid a reddened young man. Lancelot gently and slowly studied the body of the blond with his lips. Artie closed his eyes and groaned muffledly from Lance's warm lips. They burned and caressed his fragile body. Lancelot reached a member of the blond and took it with both hands. Artie raised himself and saw Lance, carefully considering the head. There was a dumb question in the eyes. In response, the black-haired began to slowly and carefully lick the head of the penis, sucking slightly. Arthur fell on the bed and whined sweetly. He felt affection and enjoyed. Lancelot gently walked his tongue along the trunk and at the same time looked at Artie enjoying from the caresses. Artie licked his lips with his tongue and gently touched his body with his hands. The blond bent his back and moved his hips. Lance took out a member from his mouth and, putting his hands on the waist of the young king, pulled to him. The blond raised his head and began to watch Lance. Lancelot carefully entered Arthur's anus and, tilting his back back and leaning his hands on the bed, began to move.
Artie groaned and succumbed to Lance's thrusts. He continued to caress his body gently. Soon one hand touched the penis and began to stroke him. The blond fell on the bed and opened his mouth with pleasure. Lance smiled and accelerated the movement. Arthur clutched the blanket and closed his eyes. Shocks brought pain and at the same time enjoyment. Having made several shocks, Lancelot took Artie and hug him. The blond breathed finely in the chest.
- I am so pleased, - Artie muttered.
- And I look, you like it when I enter you,- Lancelot grinned.
Lance passionately kissed the lips, and Artie answered him with passion. The guys kissed and stroked each other. Lance quickly studied the neck of Artie. The blond hugged Lancelot and laid his head on his shoulder. Soon, Artie threw Lance onto the bed with his hand and saddled his cock. The young king moved his hips. It hurts and it hurts. What was more, he could not understand, because the mind refused to think when Lance was nearby and gave him moments of oblivion. Lancelot laid his hands on the hips of the young king and began to help him.
- It looks like a loser saddled you, isn't it, Lance, - Artie smiled. Lancelot grinned in response and stroked his thigh. Then he got up and hugged the blond - Artie hugged in response. The guys kissed passionately. Artie continued to move his hips, and Lance moved towards him. The room was getting hot. The night brought passion and pleasure for two. Lancelot, having made several pushes, stopped, taking a deep breath, but not the least bit sorry about what had happened. Artie collapsed wearily on his chest.
- You succeeded,- Artie said on the exhale. - My thoughts are purified.
- I promised that after pleasure, thoughts would not bother you,- Lancelot whispered in ear and stroked chest of Blonde. - If you are not enough, then I can repeat.
- Leave it for later, if suddenly thoughts are disturbed again,- Artie refused and slowly began to fall asleep. - Lance, stay in the room - I want to fall asleep with you,- Lancelot kissed the top of Artie and covered himself and the blond with a blanket. Both fell asleep in their arms.