At first, it was just stolen kisses initiated by Lancelot. Usually when they finished their nightly rounds and were walking through the vast hallway that led to the Egyptian wing of the museum. Lancelot would be sure to cast wary glances around before he dared make a move each time. It began with the Knight kneeling at Ahkmenrah’s feet, who would grasp the Pharoah’s hand in his own armor-clad one, pressing a kiss to the coffee-colored skin as he bid his King a good night’s sleep. It progressed to the Knight not having to kneel later on, because Ahkmenrah expressed that he felt the gesture to be too formal as their relationship began to grow from King and Knight to lovers, and Lancelot had changed to planting kisses on the younger male’s hand to pressing tender Goodbye kisses to Ahkmenrah’s cheek. The gesture always leaving a rosy glow to the Egyptian’s skin as he made his way back to the Royal Tomb for the day. Lancelot always made sure to do so right before the turning corner of the hallway too, just out of eyeshot of the exhibits in the Egyptian section, especially that of Pharaoh Merenkahre. The nights grew on, and each goodbye kiss grew more heated, with Ahkmenrah always reprimanding Lancelot for initiating each make out session when anyone could literally turn a corner and walk in on them. The Knight had ceased to care about that fact, and never failing to muffle the young Pharaoh’s complaints with passionate kisses.Ahkmenrah had failed to notice that the Knight had sneakily pressed him up against a rough hieroglyphed wall this time, all the while never letting their mouths part. He felt steel-clad fingertips kneading at his thighs through his tunic, each movement of the Lancelot’s hands becoming more needy, in sync with how hungrily the older male pressed their lips together. “Lancelot…! What are you-!?” The Pharaoh managed to get out a few hushed exclaims of surprised before he was hoisted up by two strong arms and pinned firmly against the rough wall, his surprised yelp only managing to escape to ears of nearby exhibits because Lancelot had proceeded to silence him with another kiss. Having no choice, Ahkmenrah had to reduce to looping his legs around the back of the Knight’s thighs for support, which only encouraged Lancelot to press their bodies even closer together, the coolness of Lancelot’s chestplate providing a little relief for Ahkmenrah’s rapidly heating skin, making him tremble in pleasure.“We can’t be doing this-hah- here..!” Ahkmenrah managed to mutter as he took several breaths within the short break Lancelot allowed between kisses, “Someone could-hah-walk in-and-mmph..!” The Knight had moved to nibble at his King’s neck, and as Ahkmenrah continued to pant and scrabble at holding onto Lancelot’s shoulder pauldrons, Lancelot breathed hotly into the other’s ear, ”Oh? But your body is telling me otherwise…” And he gave a purposeful grind of his hips, making the younger man’s brown eyes widen and his mouth gape as he attempted to take in more air in his frenzied state. “We both know how much you’re enjoying this,my King.” He stopped nibbling at Ahkmenrah’s neck after that, pulling back to enjoy the sight of Ahkmenrah with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.“Just shut up and kiss me.” Ahkmenrah growled, his annoyance of not being able to think of a come-back quickly dissipating as he pulled Lancelot in for another kiss, the Knight only chuckling quietly as he obeyed his King’s demand.
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