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He wasn’t sure when this had become commonplace. In fact, it was a bit surreal. Before his rather unpleasant parting with his crew, he’d never spent one on one time with other people, actively avoiding growing close to others or allowing them intimately into his life. Yet now he had two crazy men in his life that wouldn’t leave him alone, pestering him and becoming a part of his daily life. He wished he could be angry about it. He felt like he should be angry about it. But somehow this annoyance had faded into something...pleasant.

Lancelot’s hands were always terribly gentle when he pulled away bloody bandages...especially from where Sieg’s eyes had once been. He was sure it must be grisly. Yet Lancelot never commented on Sieg’s wounds, he only pestered him to let him tend them. 

Originally his acceptance had been reluctant, but Sieg was eventually forced to deal with the fact that being so injured and getting used to being blind was...not something he could handle entirely on his own. So, for now at least, he allowed Lancelot to help him with some things.

Gentle touch from another person was something he had never really known til now. The first time Lancelot had changed the bandages on his eyes and cupped his cheek carefully, he couldn't help but shiver. Since that day the strange bounty hunter had introduced him to a host of new things; Things Sieg never would have imagined he could have imagined wanting or craving. yet here he was. He’d learned softness between two people could be...quite enjoyable.

He hated that he needed help with simple things. Bathing was something Lancelot had grown tired of watching Sieg fail miserably at, and refused to take Sieg’s rather LOUD protests in heed, responding by picking him up and carrying him off to the bath. Sieg huffed and pouted as Lancelot sat behind him in the tub. “Is this really necessary?” he demanded.

“Yes,” Lancelot rumbled, his tone not inviting argument. “If you don’t keep your wounds clean you’ll have trouble.”

Sieg huffed, but couldn’t argue since he knew he was right. “Fine,” he grumbled.

“Just relax,” Lancelot chuckled, pulling Sieg back against his chest. Sieg sighed and leaned his head back against the bounty hunter’s shoulder as he soaped up a sponge. Slowly and gently Lancelot started to lather Sieg’s muscular chest, humming tunelessly as he did. Sieg shifted and sighed softly, finding thee sensation pleasant. With his free hand, Lancelot started tracing long fingers over Sieg’s chiseled abs. 

A shiver wracked Sieg’s body as he sucked in a sharp breath, and a smirk formed on Lancelot’s lips. He dragged his nails along Sieg’s abdomen, causing the ex-pirate to gasp sharply, his cheeks starting to flush. Yet, he couldn’t quite bring himself to protest, his body feeling a touch more heated than he was certain the hot water could make him. 

Lancelot hummed lowly, setting thee sponge aside to trail his hand up Sieg’s body till he was dancing his fingers below the stitches at his throat. slowly. slowly. he gently curled long fingers around Sieg’s throat loosely, pressing the palm of his other hand to Sieg’s abdomen and slowly dragging it downward.

The runnemage let out a hot, heavy breath, starting to tremble slightly. The rasp of Lancelot’s callouses against his skin were so terribly acute thanks to sieg lacking sight as a sense. Touch and sound had become heightened, in this moment to a terrible degree. 

“Hah-- ah--! L--an--ce--!”

Lancelot hummed lowly once more, his smirk never leaving his features. “Yes, Sieg?” he purred into his ear, his breath ghosting hotly against sensitive skin.

A soft, pathetic whimper left the runemage as he panted out hot, desperate breaths as he arched and trembled under the bountyhunter’s hands. “M--mmgk--!”

“See?” he purred, nipping Sieg’s ear lightly. “This isn’t so bad...”

Sieg heaved a hot breath as Lancelot danced his fingers about his waist, teasing him and working him up more and more, feeling his pulse racing in his throat. Lancelot was no stranger to such things...Sieg, on the other hand, was, and giving him so many firsts could almost make Lancelot remember what insatiability felt like, before he had grown so numb. A quiet hunger long since forgotten; quashed and silenced so long ago made a soft growl rise in his throat.

Sieg jolted in response to the sound; quiet as it was, it resounded in his ears and made him give another soft whine. “La--n--ce--! F-fu-- ah--!”

A wolfish grin overtook Lancelot’s features, his eyes half lidding as he watched the younger man arch and writhe in his hold. he purred in sieg’s ear once more, his fingers inadvertently growing just a bit tighter around his throat as he jolted again. “Shhh...careful...” he purred soothingly. “You’ll rip your stitches if you squirm so much...”

He slid his thumb up the side of Sieg’s neck, slowly, then brushed along the contour of his jaw, finally tracing his lower lip. as he finally wrapped his fingers around Sieg’s aching cock, he pressed his thumb past his lips, muffling the lewd moan the runemage gave as Lancelot slowly started to stroke him. “That’s it,” he purred as Sieg bit into his thumb, muffling desperate and oh so adorably lewd sounds against his skin. 

Lancelot squeezed along Sieg’s cock here and there, humming and nipping his ear again, relishing how the runemage quaked in his hold. Knowing he could make such a powerful person melt into such a quivering mess was rather satisfying. He nuzzled just under the stitches on his neck as Sieg’s cock started to pulse in his hand. “Mmmn...good,” he hummed against Sieg’s neck. “You’re doing very well,” he murmured against his pulse, prompting a desperate whine from Sieg as jolted once more, his cock starting to throb.

Finally Sieg was pushed over the edge, his back arching sharply and his body going stiff as he came nice and hard, much to Lancelot’s satisfaction. He stroked him through his release, making sure he got as much satisfaction as possible.  Sieg collapsed back against Lancelot, panting and gasping for breath as he came down from his pleasured high, trembling as Lancelot wrapped his arms around him, holding him tenderly and humming softly. “See? It’s not so bad, right?”

“F...fuck off,” sieg breathed, huffing softly.