Gay knights are better

William Manderhorn wondered if his father knew that the Red Black Bear had come to Wales. Somehow he thought not. Otherwise he would have heard his father throwing a fit. Mace Manderhorn angered was not particularly renowned for his temperance.

But there he was, clad in red and black with a little smirk quirking his lips, arms crossed over his chest. “Good afternoon,” he said, in his pleasantly low voice.

“Lord Manchauten.” William said, warily, masking his surprise. “What – er, brings you here?” And how in hell did you slip in unnoticed? He suspected, however, without too much thought, that it had something to do with a kitchen maid and a well-placed cock.

Or a kitchen boy, for that matter.

The man was a regular- “Been a bit, hasn’t it?” He said, coolly.

William flushed. Damn. “Yes. I suppose it has.” The last time they’d met, Otto had put a lance through his leg. His family had been roaring for blood, and forbidden the Black Bear from setting foot in Wales again.

Apparently, as with many other cases, he had paid the order little mind.

The little smirk widened. “I do hope you won’t hold our last meeting against me.”

Truth be told, Willa remembered little of their last meeting. “Clearly you’re not so concerned about it, seeing as you are here despite, I believe, explicit orders by my father.”

The Black Bear waved a hand carelessly as though the wrath of House Manderhorn was the most minor of his concerns. “I don’t believe you’ll summon him.”

“Why not?”

“Curiosity, at the least.” The smirk widened in a way that made William shift, slightly uncomfortable.

“Why do you way that?”

“Mm.” William had seen Otto move before, like a snake, but he’d forgotten how fast it was. Two fingers under his chin turned his face up to meet the Black Bear’s smiling eyes. “Am I wrong?” William stared at him uncomfortably.

He really should hate the man, or at least be angry with him. The age-old family feud aside, it was the Black Bear’s fault that he could no longer walk but had to limp. But to his chagrin… “No,” he said, reluctantly. “You are not wrong. What do you want?”

Oddly, the Black Bear laughed. “Well. That is the question, isn’t it?” And then Otto kissed him.

The pressure of his lips was firm, warm, and unyielding, making no compromises; his tongue pressed between William’s lips, tasting faintly of spice. The Black Bear’s fingers caressed his jawline as he pulled away slowly. William floundered.

“What do you think-” Otto licked his lips, languorously, and the words vanished. He stammered helplessly, and found himself wondering if that spicy tongue would taste as fine the second time. If the rest of his body would…

He wanted to whimper.

“I thought you were a pretty little rose,” Otto said, eyes dancing as he grinned. “I’m not wrong, either.”

“How did you-” William said, finding his tongue again with relief, trying to push himself up out of his accustomed chair, book slipping forgotten to the ground. The Black Bear interrupted him by striking again, pulling him the rest of the way up. With a yelp, he overbalanced and half fell into Otto’s arms. Who kissed him again, behind the ear this time, tongue teasing at skin he’d never known could be that sensitive. His mind seemed to cease working.

Otto purred a laugh in his ear. “It’s a pity you can’t stand on your own or I’d take you against the wall.”

William managed to catch his breath. “And whose fault is that,” he said, breathlessly, trying to make it sufficiently accusing. To his frustration, Otto laughed, lustily. The sound made him shiver pleasantly.

“I could make some inane pun about jousting, William, but just for you I think I’ll refrain…” His powerful hands moved down his front, the tips of his fingers slipping under the waist of his trousers. He heard himself moan, faintly, head falling back against the larger man’s chest. His head seemed to be buzzing, faintly.

“Oh,” he said, pointlessly, and tried to cling to his thoughts by his fingertips as Otto’s hands worked deftly at undoing his pants, still half holding him up. “You can’t possibly think-“

But then Otto’s other hand slid between his thighs and squeezed his good leg, and he lost track of what he was saying again. By the time he’d found his train of thought, the Black Bear already had him half naked and was nipping playfully at his ear.

“You look quite pleasantly surprised,” he murmured, breath whispering tantalizingly over the shell of his ear. William shivered.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied, voice quavering as Otto’s hands continued to tease at him, and the Black Bear laughed again, low and in his throat, and pulled William’s hips sharply back so he could feel the other man’s arousal against his buttock. Faintly, he heard himself moan, again, and Otto released him, shoved him forward, and pushed him down on the bed, hips over the edge and knees on the floor. He tried to turn his head to see behind him.

The Black Bear squeezed one of his buttocks, casually. “Spread your legs, William, please,” he purred, and without waiting brought his legs apart, leaving him spread eagled half-on half-off the bed as Otto’s hand slid between his legs once again, stroked his stiff manhood, trailed under to fondle his balls and further back. William whimpered with a queer mix of nervousness and anticipation.

The Black Bear put a hand over William’s mouth as he oil-covered fingers into his body, muffling his cry. “Save it for later,” Otto murmured, hands drawing his hips up a little off the bed, teasing again.

He let William watch as he undressed, stripping off the red tunic he wore and then the black undershirt before starting on his pants. He wasn’t slow about it – and William could understand, hearing the pace of his breathing and feeling the ache building in his own groin – but he had time to drink in the details anyway. Defined muscle, powerful but lean, built for speed and grace.

Though of course his eyes were drawn mostly down the stripe of hair from his navel to where Otto’s manhood jutted upward. He felt his hips twitch, pulsing down into the mattress. The Red Black Bear smiled at him and stepped around, standing between his spread legs.

“Please,” William heard himself say, and Otto laughed again, took a hold of his hips and thrust into him.

This time he didn’t muffle the howl, startled for the simultaneous pain and pleasure. He squirmed violently, hands clenching on the blanket, and Otto moaned quietly behind him in primal satisfaction.

“Gods. You are quite the Rose, aren’t you,” he murmured, fingers pressing into his thighs as he began his movement, pumping in and out with powerful ease as William whimpered, back arching, startled by the pleasure rising in waves. His heart thudded too loudly in his ears and he moaned again, but this time there were words in it.

“More,” he said, helplessly, feeling himself flush bright rose red. “More, gods, please-“

The Black Bear grunted a laugh, panting a little. “Only if you call me Lord Manchauten,” but he could feel the cock in his body press deeper and whined, helplessly.

The noise Otto made was deep, a groan of satisfaction, and William felt him come, his seed spurting into his body in a way he never could have imagined would feel – good. He ached, though, and quivered, needing.

Otto turned him over with ease, pulling away, and tsked, mildly, that wicked little smile quirking his lips. “Can’t have that,” he murmured as William fought not to cry anything else embarrassing.

Hand curling around his base, the Black Bear went down on him slowly, tongue teasing in lazy circles. He didn’t reach half of William’s length before the younger man came with another yelping cry of surprise. Otto stepped back, looking amused.

“Well. Well, well, well.”

William panted, and once again found himself entirely lost for words, still sprawled helplessly on the bed with his own cum on his belly. Otto grinned at him again.

“I’m afraid I can’t linger,” he said, striding over to the pile of his clothes and pulling his breeches back on. “I think your father might be – upset if he discovered I’d-” He coughed, delicately, “Deflowered one of his little roses.”

William felt himself flush bright red. The Black Bear strolled over and tapped his knee. “Not that I regret it. But I don’t think he’d…understand.” His smile was wicked. “And much as I do like to play with your father, I do rather value my life.”

Finally gathering his wits, William pushed himself up as Otto pulled his shirt on. “…that’s all?” He said, and then felt rather childish. Otto laughed at him outright. “Yes, that’s all. Though I think…”

“A goodnight kiss will suffice,” he said, still smiling, and then turned. His voice was flippant as he took hold of the doorknob. “Do write, by all means,” he said lightly, and then glanced over his shoulder. “And come and visit, if you can manage it. My wife is very – adventurous, sometimes.”

He laughed at William’s blush and slipped out, closing the door quietly behind him. William stared after him, still naked, gaping, and stunned.