#ikerev lance

"Oh really? You are going shopping" Lancelot eyes you and you walk over to him. His eyes linger on the skin your outfit is showing. 

"You look so good," he murmurs, standing up to kiss you, his lips firm and commanding. You sense the hint of jealousy coming from him. 

"But, you are not going out dressed like that" he murmurs in your ear. 

"I thought you liked it?" Innocently pushing his buttons. A soft pout graces your lips and he glares at you. His hands make his way to your hips, holding your body close to him. 

"You are mine, I don't want others staring at you" he whispers in your ear. Kissing the spot beneath your ear, his tongue traces the sensitive parts of your neck as he pulls your clothes off. 

"Ahhh, Lance, what if someone comes in?" You can't help asking and Lancelot pays no attention to your question, picking you up and setting you on his lap facing the door. Lancelot pushes you to lean on his desk, peppering your skin with kisses and bites. His hands trail to your entrance, teasing it to hear the mewls fall from your lips. 

"My men know better than to barge in here. We will atleast get a knock. But I thought you wanted to be seen? Wearing something so flimsy, so revealing out in public." The possessive and jealous growl is back in his voice and you shudder unintentionally  at his words. The possessive side of the King always has desire flooding your middle, a heat flushing your skin as he continues to tease you. Working your entrance with his fingers, kissing your most sensitive spots. You let out the breathy moans off his name. His fingers prepare you, while you are briefly aware of his hand leaving your hips. The sound of a zipper greets you and you let out a low groan when his cock presses against your entrance. 

The king teases his cock at your entrance and you can't help the whine that falls from your lips. 

"King Lancelot please" begging to be filled, the King finally grows old of teasing. With a strong thrust the King bottoms out. Setting a rough pace, Lancelot thrusts into you, his lips teasing your shoulder. You grasp his desk, feeling every stroke send more desire pooling in your core. Thrusts starting to stutter, Lancelot pushes you further to his desk, the angle change has stars appearing behind your eyes. 

When the coil snaps, you rest your head against the desk, your body riding the high. A few thrusts later, warmth fills you as Lancelot spills his seed. Resting his body against yours. He tugs you back into the chair with him. 

"I think I might stay in today" you murmur softly. A snort sounds from the King as he pulls his mantle tight around you, hiding your body from view. Reaching down in a drawer he pulls out one of his oversized shirts for you. His mantle covers the rest of you as you lay against his chest. His fingers idling on your hip, you press a couple of kisses to his neck,a disgruntled rumble forming in his chest.