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George has always been the perfect servant, never a hair out of place. How else is he supposed to be the best servant Camelot has ever seen?
With his ever diligent effort and attention to detail he has become quite favored by the nobles, as they know he will get whatever task that needs doing done at the highest caliber.
It’s the first night of Camelot’s harvest festivities. The nobles merrily laugh together while elegantly making their way through the served food. The tables are rife with all sorts of dishes prepared by the kitchen. There are glazed meats, roasted vegetables, sugared fruits, and all sorts of other frivolously decorated cuisine. And what would a banquet be without a wide array of varying mulled wines and honeyed mead?
The cozy flames of the chandeliers sparkle off the gold adornments of the room as well as the colorful leaf garlands that tastefully decorate the room from its ceilings to the tables.
The musicians spiritedly strum and bow their instruments filling the room with upbeat and exuberant music that only fuels the lighthearted atmosphere.
The week prior had been rife with all kinds of preparations. The only saving grace for the servants was that no visiting nobles would be making an appearance, leaving the staff to their regular duties rather than serving fussy and demanding lords or ladies of the court.
When the feast starts to get more boisterous George finds himself being singled out by the lady Alys. She’s a younger noble, recently just aged enough to attend banquets and the like. She’s still learning the more advanced rules of etiquette, though she’s starting to get a mischievous streak.
She is rather insistent that George accepts her drinks as recompense for his assistance in her dress emergency the other day. And an emergency it was! Her vibrant yellow dress had gotten red wine spilled on it! Thankfully George was able to not only find her a quick change of garments, just as refined, but he also was able to get the stain out before it fully settled in.
But thanks to that he’s now in a rather precarious situation. The Lady Alys keeps offering him goblets of wine. And a noblewoman should hardly be talking to him during a feast, never mind offering him drink. But, as a servant, it is his duty to fulfill the requests of those who rank higher than him. At first he is able to politely decline, but as she herself starts to become tipsy, she insists, and a proper servant would never turn down a request from a noblewoman.
And that is how George finds himself on the verge of tipsy while working the first night of the harvest celebrations.
In all honesty George is almost glad for the wine, it helps dull the absolute chaos that the hall has fallen into. Though truth be told it’s understandable. The harvest has been beyond plentiful this year and they should have more than enough food to last them through winter. So nobles and staff alike are all excited.
As usual, the knights are the most rowdy of the bunch. Shouting and jeering as they tell tales of their heroics and make silly wagers about who will be warming who’s bed for the evening. Now George would never partake in such tomfoolery, he wouldn’t dare talk about a noble behind their back (maliciously) or even stop to consider who may be lying with whom. It is none of his business, especially as a servant.
Though at least it isn’t every knight. Sir Leon is at least attempting to reign in the other knights, though rather unsuccessfully. When the knights aren’t out training or in battle they don’t tend to give the first knight the respect he deserves. It’s a shame they don’t. The man certainly deserves it, he is as perfect a knight as they can get, the true embodiment of what a knight of Camelot should be. He’s hard working, takes his job seriously, does what is right, and is a great leader. At least from what George has heard, he doesn’t get to see the man in action often lest he happens to be attending duties outdoors while the knights are training. And though they have only spoken on a few occasions the man seems polite enough.
George is shaken out of his thoughts when the first knight looks over to him, clearly having felt someone looking at him. The servant is quick to avert his gaze as to not be rude.
Currently George has nothing to do other than stand here holding this flagon of wine and hope the Lady Alys will not thrust any more alcohol upon him. So when he feels eyes lingering on him he can’t help but glance over, only to see the first knight to similarly avert his gaze, a bashful smile playing on his lips.
Though the knight’s smile quickly falls as he tries to stop two of the other knights who have finished arm wrestling and have opted to try actual wrestling instead.
It’s at that moment Lady Alys pours George some more mulled wine. The servant fights down his grimace. Not that the wine isn’t delicious, matter of fact it's better than delicious, but someone of his status shouldn’t be drinking something so expensive. However, there’s a small voice inside him telling him to give in, to enjoy the festivities and food because in all honesty when will he ever get another chance? What an outrageous idea. How could he ever be the best servant to ever work in the castle if he so gratuitously partakes in luxuries explicitly reserved for nobility? Not to mention he doesn’t have a particularly high alcohol tolerance. He just doesn’t drink very often, too busy with work.
It isn’t for another two hours that Lady Alys finally decides to move to the dance floor. At this point, George has certainly had more to drink than he should, especially while working, but he isn’t quite drunk yet. Though he is tipsy enough where he finds he doesn’t mind that he’s ever so slightly swaying with the music rather than taking up his usual perfect posture. In all honesty, with a quick glance around it still seems he might be the best off out of anyone else in the hall. The knights are still as rowdy as ever at their table, nobles dance stepping on each other's toes, moving offbeat thanks to their inebriation. Even some of the other servants, those particularly favored by their masters, are being provisioned sweets and drink. While the others sneak away with their own ale when they think no one is looking.
His eyes drift back to the dance floor where Lady Alys does her best to keep in step to the music. George isn’t attending her in particular tonight, she had just sequestered him away early in the night. But not wanting to get wrangled up with any of the attendees who are well past drunk at this point, he stands along the dance floor in case the lady has any more sudden requests.
The nobles elegant outfits shimmer in the candlelight as they twirl around. The vibrant colors of dresses, coats, and the ever familiar red of the few knight capes create a show all on their own. It’s mesmerizing to watch.
The servant is shaken out of his trance when someone bumps into him. He stumbles forward but catches himself only to be knocked into by another servant hustling by. The wine in his flagon sloshes as he tries to find his footing. A warm weight settles on his back helping steady him.
“Are you alright?” The closeness of the sound has him tensing in surprise.
Much to George’s shock Camelot’s first knight is now standing beside him, firm hand still on his back.
“Yes.” The servant clears his throat, “Thank you.” The words feel heavy in his mouth.
The other servants usually know better than to bump into him, but with the hall in such chaos, he supposes a rushing servant or two is inevitably not going to be paying attention to where they are going.
“Good evening George,” The man says companionably, removing his hand with a smile that brightens his face.
The servant’s stomach swoops in a rather strange way. He hadn’t expected Sir Leon to have remembered his name, only having spoke a few brief times before.
“Good evening to you Sir Leon.” George bows his head in a polite yet not too subservient manner.
“Quite the voracious evening tonight, would’ve you say?” The knight chuckles, glancing in the direction the other servant scampered off in.
“Certainly. Everyone is in high spirits tonight.” George agrees, his eyes instinctually flicking in the same directions as the knight’s.
Leon looks back to him with a knowing yet coy smile as if he is sharing a secret only the two of them are in on. “You seem to be enjoying yourself tonight.”
George’s cheeks heat up as he turns his gaze to the floor subserviently, “I am terribly sorry if you found my actions to be-”
“Oh, no.” The knight interrupts him with a sheepish chuckle. George looks back up to him. “Not at all. My apologies, I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant, it’s truly nice to see yourself letting go a bit.”
George’s brow raises in surprise. “Oh.” He isn’t quite sure how to respond to that, it doesn't help that his brain is functioning at about three-quarters its usual speed.
The knight turns his attention back to the dance floor before continuing, “Everyone deserves to relax from time to time.”
George puffs out a breath of amusement following the taller man's gaze, “You certainly do.”
The knight turns back to him with a questioning look.
“Ah. Just,” George’s cheeks heat up once again, if he hadn’t been so relaxed from the alcohol he might have tried to make a hasty escape in embarrassment. “having to constantly shepard the knights.”
Sir Leon chuckles brightly, his eyes twinkling with mirth, “I admit they’re quite the handful.”
“I don’t doubt it.” The corner of the servant’s mouth quirks up. It’s rare for George to converse with someone so collegially without having to divvy out work tasks. It’s quite nice.
“I always make sure to decompress, when I can spare the time.”
Something lingers under the surface of the knight’s words that George can’t make out, though it certainly isn’t unpleasant.
“Though,” Leon continues affably, “That’s far and in between.”
“Well it's no surprise,” George stares a moment too long trying to discern whatever it is lingering under the knight's words, “someone so diligent as yourself, doesn’t get often to unwind.”
“I could say the same for you.” Leon’s smile melts into a smirk, his gaze dips lower on the servant’s frame before trailing back up.
The action, however small it may be, has George’s stomach doing that strangely pleasant swooping again.
George wouldn’t say his diligence is a hardship particularly. Especially given his station, working inside the castle rather than outside like the stableboys or gardeners, or really any of the outdoor staff. Though he will admit nights like this where the halls have fallen into boisterous chaos are rather draining.
“I wouldn’t say it’s a hardship. I love what I do.” George answers honestly and probably much more casually than he should to a noble, but his tongue is rather loose given his current state. And he so rarely gets to have such pleasant conversations.
The knight's smile brightens, “I can’t say I’m surprised. I doubt anyone who dislikes their livelihood would be so good, at their job.”
George feels the flush returning to his cheeks, something about the way Sir Leon says that has a pleasant flutter twirling in the servant's abdomen.
Leon hasn’t had a terrible amount to drink tonight, more than normal sure, but he still has all his wits about him. Yet watching the way George’s cheeks pinken has him feeling further intoxicated. It’s enthralling.
He has spoken to the man few times, but each time they are in the same room the knight can’t help the way his eyes always find the servant. It’s actually rather strange. Part of a servant's job is to blend into their surroundings, to not draw attention or be a distraction, then when they are called upon it's as if they materialize out of thin air. And while there may be a few rare exceptions, well really just one major exception, not that anyone other than the King would say anything to Arthur about his manservant. George isn’t like that, he doesn’t draw attention the same way Merlin’s insubordination does. Rather the servant is just so good at his job that one can’t help but notice him.
Since George is so good at his job one would think he would be practically invisible, yet he is so proficient Leon can’t help but notice him each time. And when he caught the man’s intrigued look earlier this evening, well he wouldn’t want to miss his opportunity to speak with such a curiously alluring person.
“Perhaps,” Leon continues leaning down closer to the servant's ear, his voice lilting with beguiling intrigue, “I could show you how I take time to de-stress.”
George’s brows raise a fraction, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly in a mannerism he’s never been able to fully stop himself from doing. The warmth of the knight’s breath has his own breath catching in his chest.
The opportunity to become better acquainted with the first knight is exciting. Not in the way of trying to gain favor, George is more than happy with his current position. But more so in the way of having more of these pleasant conversations with someone who is as civil as himself.
“I would be delighted.” George answers, looking up to him with a genuine smile.
Leon’s breath rushes out of him with the way the servant's face lights up all his features.
“Very well,” Leon says a bit breathlessly before finding his footing once again. “Shall we?”
The servant's brows raise nearly to his hairline. “Right now?” He looks around the hall worriedly.
“Oh!” Leon exclaims, “We don’t have to if you do not want to. Please, I don’t want you to feel pressured just from your station.”
“It’s just,” the servant's eyes slide back to his, “The king has yet to leave.”
It’s improper for anyone to take their leave before the king during any kind of event, festive, courtly, or other.
“Ah,” Leon’s smile reappears on his face, “Well, I’m sure that he wouldn’t notice one knight and one servant missing. And if for some reason he does, you can just say you were attending me. Of course only if you want to.”
A type of excitement bubbles in George’s stomach that he hasn’t experienced in a long time. As the knight said, everyone deserves to relax, and if the first knight of Camelot is capable of sneaking away, then perhaps the best servant could too.
“Okay. If you’re sure.” George answers in an excited whispery voice that really isn’t any quieter than his regular speaking voice, just more breathy.
“Only if you are.” Leon answers with a smile just as eager.
With one more look around, lady Alys still twirling the night away, he nods his head.
“Alright then.” Leon leads them out a servant door carefully, his hand guiding the servant from the small of his back.
They stumble their way through the halls sharing amusing tales of the attendees. With the king having not left yet the halls are completely deserted, the only sound other than their own snickering is the occasional crackle from one of the torches on the walls.
“I mean it was quite hard to miss.” George says before bringing a hand to his mouth in an attempt to cover his laugh, “Lord Bennington of all people!”
Leon steadies him again with a hand nearly wrapping around his waist but with the good mood George finds himself leaning into the knight.
“Truly,” Leon laughs, “I would never have expected him to-” He cuts himself off and they both stop mid-step.
There’s a high pitched laughter coming in from the corridor behind them, along with the very distinct clicking of a noblewoman’s shoes.
Leon looks to George whose expression has quickly fallen into dread.
The servant's pulse spikes immediately. It seems they weren’t the only ones with the idea to sneak away early. But he, striving to be the greatest servant Camelot has ever seen, can’t be seen skipping out on the banquet, the rumors will surely spread of his disloyalty and he could be put in the stocks, or worse demoted.
The quick paced clicking is growing louder along with the jubilated laughter.
Before he can register what is happening George is being pushed into an alcove he hadn’t even known was in this corridor, his back against the cool stone and Sir Leon crowding well into his personal space, so much so the knight’s chainmail is pressed against his own chest.
Leon has a palm splayed against the wall beside George’s head, he quickly lifts his other to gently cover the servant’s mouth, a gesture to silently tell him not to make any noise.
George tenses at the contact but relaxes once his addled brain registers what is happening. He does his best to listen for the passersbys in the corridor but all he can hear is the pounding of his own heart.
Sir Leon’s hand is calloused from years of sword fighting though he smells faintly of the honeyed mead from the banquet. The man looms over him like this, his cape could practically cover them both with their proximity.
The knight’s steely eyes are trained on the entrance to the alcove, his focus just as strong as if they were hiding from an invading enemy.
They stay like that for a few moments before the knight turns back to him.
Leon looks to the smaller man, he hadn’t realized just how much shorter he is until this moment. His face has that lovely pink flush to it again. Leon slides his hand to instead cup the side of his face in order to see more of the blush on the man's cheeks but he can’t find it in himself to fully stop touching the man.
The footsteps are fading far into the distance but Leon does not move. Now that he has found George’s gaze it’s as if he can’t look away. His eyes are a striking shade of blue, even in this dim lighting.
The footsteps are growing more distant by the second yet the tension does not disappear from the charged air surrounding them.
It’s the servant who finally breaks the silence with a whispered, “Thank you.”
The words draw Leon’s attention to how the servant’s lips frame each syllable, he can’t stop his brain before he blurts out “May I kiss you?”
The knight watches captivated as George’s brow pinches upwards and his eyes widen in surprise in an adorably innocent look.
George swears his heart nearly stops right then and there. Out of all the things he had been expecting to happen, the first knight of Camelot asking to kiss him was certainly not on that list. But the way his stomach flutters and his breath catches urges him to say yes.
Sir Leon is certainly an attractive man, there is no doubt about it. In any other circumstance George would have gotten far too embarrassed and fled, he is not very experienced with matters of the heart and gets overwhelmed by such things easily. Not to mention he has never kissed another man before, his only kiss had been when he was much younger, a serving girl when they had both just started working at the castle, it was a chaste and quick thing, though not unpleasant.
George can’t deny the intriguing atmosphere that has been lingering between them all night, and thankfully the wine has calmed his nerves. So he finds himself whispering a breathy “yes.”
All of the nerves along Leon’s body light up at the word, as if lightning lightly caresses his skin, stealing his breath away.
The knight leans forward and gently tilts George’s face up, the servant squishes his eyes shut adorably and Leon can’t help but smile before pressing their lips together.
It takes a moment but George is able to relax into the kiss. Then Leon starts moving his mouth against his. The feeling has sparks erupting in George’s lower abdomen. It doesn’t take long for George to try to mimic the knight’s movements, his hands instinctively find their way around the taller man, one shyly curling around his neck the other twining in his hair.
A satisfied noise bubbles up in George’s throat before he can stop it, but his embarrassment fades as quickly as it surfaced as Sir Leon grunts pleasantly as he slides his tongue along George’s bottom lip.
The sensation has the servant gasping, Sir Leon takes that moment to salaciously slide his tongue past George's lips.
Embers of confused want fizzle down George’s spine, curling into his heated stomach, it stirs with the alcohol only adding to the fuzziness, assuaging any doubts about this he might have had any other night.
Even with all the exhilarating new feelings the servant finds himself rightly embarrassed when Sir Leon’s leg slots between his, trapping his erection against the man's thigh, just below the start of his chainmail so there’s no doubt the knight feels it.
George pulls his head back minutely until it bumps against the wall. Leon pauses, when the knight opens his eyes his pupils are nearly overtaking the blue of his eyes. Their breaths puff hotly between them.
The moment Sir Leon opens his eyes Goerge has to look away as the embarrassment becomes too strong, his hands slackening on the knight. “I- I’m terribly sorry.” His voice comes out croaky.
“What for?” Leon asks softly, his thumb brushing softly against his cheek.
George sputters some more though he is not able to form any coherent words.
Leon, seeing his struggle, is suddenly hit with understanding, he can’t help but chuckle. The knight uses his hand to gently turn George’s face back towards him.
“I would be more worried if you weren't having such a reaction,” Leon purrs with a kind yet confident smile. It has all sorts of fluttering stirring in the servant. “I assure you I am responding in kind.”
George can’t stop the way his eyes flit down to the knight’s crotch, though the man's chainmail is blocking him from seeing anything. His eyes flick back up to Sir Leon’s demure smile.
“We can stop here, or we can continue and I can show you exactly what you are doing to me.”
The lightness to Leon’s voice calms whatever worry was still lingering in the servant's chest. He had never thought he’d be able to draw such a reaction out of another man, and a knight no less. A devout servant would never do such a thing with a noble, especially not in the corridor of his workplace. But he can’t deny his own arousal and curiosity. He knows men can take pleasure from each other but he had never entertained the idea until now, he can’t deny he is more than intrigued.
“I’d- I’d like to keep going, but-” George worries his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Please, don’t feel as if you need to continue for my sake we can stop-”
“No!” George says a bit too desperately, his hands tightening on the knight to keep him from moving away. “I urhm- I’ve just never…” He trails off.
The knight's smile turns somehow even softer and in that moment George knows that no matter what is to happen he’ll be safe with Sir Leon.
“That’s alright, I won’t go too far, I’d I can walk you through it if you’d like, or we can wait.”
George can't help but avert his gaze downwards bashfully as his face is swathed in a new wave of heat, “I'd like to keep going,” he looks up through his lashes shyly, “please.”
Leon surges forward, lips kissing that delicious look off George’s face.
The servant melts into the kiss again, eagerly opening his lips for more. Leon pushes his leg forward again and George makes a beautiful keening sound as his blunt nails curl into his neck and scalp. “God,” Leon groans, “If you’d give me the honor, I’d love to be pleasured by such a lovely mouth.”
George swallows his words eagerly. He has heard of such stimulation but has never partaken in anything of the like himself. And as he is throwing all caution into the wind why stop now? “I’d like to try.” He answers honestly.
When Leon needs to take another breath Leon pivots them around so his own back is to the wall instead. “On your knees George.” He rumbles into the servant's mouth.
The way Leon murmurs his name in a benevolent command has the haziness in George’s head growing even stronger. He sinks down to his knees, he’s never been one to disobey orders.
“I want you to use your mouth on me, use your lips and tongue to suck. Understand?” The knight asks breathily as he hikes up his chainmail with one hand, his other untying his laces.
“Yes.” George answers, he’s familiar with taking directions, though they’ve certainly never made him feel the way he does now. “You’ll tell me if I do something incorrectly?”
Sir Leon smiles down at him brightly, “Is that what you would like?”
“I want to learn and pleasure you to the best of my ability.” George answers dutifully, but the pink in his cheeks and the eager shape of his wide eyes give a more alluring significance to his sultry yet deferent words.
Leon swallows harshly, “Tell me at any moment if you want to stop. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir knight.” George’s lips quirk up ever so slightly.
Leon has always been proud of his position, he has worked hard over the years to become such a devout knight. And while he appreciates the power and respect that comes with the position it has never been something he has ever craved, until now.
He is able to fumble his trouser laces enough so they fall past his knees, using his free hand he shuffles his smalls down as well.
George knows Leon is a tall man, larger than most. And while Goerge may be a tad shorter than average he was in no way lacking in sense of manhood, he was well average. So it hadn’t occurred to him that Leon, being a larger man, could possibly suggest that every part of him is large. So when the knight’s cock springs free he nearly gasps.
How he is supposed to fit that in his mouth is beyond him.
He looks up to see Sir Leon already looking down at him, a twinkle of something in his eye George can’t quite discern.
Leon brings a hand to the servant's golden hair, it’s unbelievably soft. “Go slow, I’ll walk you through it.”
George nods, taking a moment to admire the flush that dusts across the knight’s cheeks and nose, before turning his attention to the appendage in front of him. It’s similarly flushed but in a more aggressive way, the tip beaded with precum that gleams in the very little light this alcove allows.
The hand in his hair gently eases him closer until he is nearly nose to tip with Sir Leon’s cock. Waking up this morning he would have found such a situation so improbable it would have been laughable, yet here he is. It’s exhilarating. The endless urge to please and perform his duties well has become a cavern of some other kind of yearning to please that he does not have the time to think about right now.
Butterflies dance in Goerge’s stomach as he leans forward. He curiously licks the precum from Sir Leon’s cock, it’s not what he had expected, not bad but he wouldn’t say it’s good either. He gives a few more curious kitten licks and the hand in his hair tightens.
His eyes flit up to see Sir Leon’s heated gaze watching him with an intensity he hadn’t known possible.
“You’re doing good. Keep going.” The knight encourages softly, his voice gravelly.
George takes a deep breath, a failed attempt to calm the prickly arousal in his stomach.
He tentatively wraps his lips around the tip of the knight’s cock. The hand in his hair tightens further as the taller man’s breath hitches in his chest. The reaction has George’s already simmering arousal explode into heated ruptures throughout his body.
The servant, keeping the knight’s earlier words in mind, slowly pushes further down on his prick, being sure to add a gentle sucking pressure while questioningly moving his tongue around. The texture is surprisingly soft against his tongue, it’s quite pleasant. He is able to move about three-quarters of the way down before his throat violently tightens and he pulls back with a wet choking sound as he fights down the instinct to gag.
“Omph-” Sir Leon’s voice comes out a bit garbled, “Sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have warned you.”
“It’s- It’s okay.” George’s voice is scratchy. “I know now.” And without wasting another moment he takes the knight back into his mouth, now knowing where he needs to pull back.
The sudden pressure has Leon’s head falling back with a rough groan as he desperately fights the urge to thrust his hips forward.
It unsurprisingly takes George no time to figure out what he is doing, while he starts off a bit clumsy and messy he quickly finds a rhythm while laving the most sensitive spots of the knight. Since he can’t get the base inside his mouth, George instead uses a hand to work the rest of the knight’s cock in tandem with his mouth, using his spit to slicken the glide of his hand.
“God,mmph, just like ah- yes, like that.Fuck that’s so good. You feel so good.”
The groans and grunts of pleasure from the knight have George’s own erection straining against his smalls that are now sticky with his own precum. He wants to reach down and work himself while pleasuring Sir Leon, the thought alone has him dangerously close to cumming, but he doesn’t know what the etiquette of these sorts of situations is, and in any case, he shouldn’t distract himself from pleasuring Sir Leon.
He risks a glance up only for his desire to somehow increase even further. The knight’s head is resting back against the wall, his chest is panting with ragged breaths as he watches George through lidded lust filled eyes.
George can’t stop the wanton moan that forms in his throat, his free hand coming to rest on the knight’s thigh in a firm grip in an attempt to ground himself.
“Fuck.” Leon groans as his hand tightens to an almost painful but very pleasant tug in George’s hair.
The knight’s hips stutter forward as he pulls the servant towards him. Tears spring into Georeg’s eyes but he does not try to pull away, his lust now valiantly fighting against his gag reflex.
The hand in his hair urges him to move fast so he does, unable to stop the wanton sounds in his throat but each one is met with an answering sound from the knight as his breaths get more and more erratic.
Leon hunches forward, his eyes never leaving George’s face as he tugs the servant off his cock at the last second before his orgasm shudders through him. Ribbons of come land on George’s face, one dangerously close to his eye but it lands just underneath. The sight alone has an exhausted moan leaving Leon’s mouth.
They stay there for a few breaths before the lust induced haze fades enough for Leon to come to his senses, his legs still wobbly.
“Oh shit.” he falls to his knees across the servant, “I’m so sorry. I should have asked, shit.” He starts wiping his cum off the servant's face with his bare hands.
“Mmph it’s okay.” George says as his face is wiped a bit harsher than needed. He barely pays it mind though, the only thing on his mind is his throbbing erection, well that and the utterly lewd and debauched feeling of being coated in Sir Leon’s cum.
George has to grip himself through his trousers to stave off his own orgasm as a small whimper makes its way past his lips.
Leon, who has still yet to tuck himself away, has the breath knocked out of his lungs at such an obscene sight, his spent cock gives an interested twitch, he can already feel himself growing hard again. It’s such a startling feeling that he hasn’t had since he was years younger his mind blanks for a moment, utterly baffled at how George is able to have such an effect on him.
God he’s in trouble.
“Can, can I touch you?” He asks unthinking.
George’s eyes flick up to his before flicking to the knight’s now cum covered hands, amusement sparkles in his eyes.
“Ah.” Leon feels the blush take over his face. “I uhm- I have a handkerchief in my pocket.” He looks down only to see that his semi-hard spit glistening prick is still out in the open.
The look on the knight’s face has laughter bubbling out of George. This is such an absurd situation.
Leon’s chuckles are quick to mingle with his own, filling the quiet air around them.
When their laughter dies down a bit, Leon smiles endearingly at the servant, “I don’t really do this.”
As if that wasn’t clear by their current position. But Sir Leon feeling as if he needs to say as much warms George’s chest.
“Me either.” George whispers through a smile before he realizes what he’s said. “Well, I mean, obviously as I’ve never…” he trails off.
Leon smiles brightly at him and George finds himself chuckling along with him again.
The servant clears his throat. “Here.” He digs into his own trouser pocket and pulls out a white handkerchief with a green embroidered ‘G’ on it.
“Thank you.” Sir Leon smiles bashfully and starts wiping off his hands.
His eyes drift back up to the servant who watches each movement intently. Before his hands are fully cleaned Leon brings two cum slick fingers in front of the servant's puffy lips.
There’s a moment of hesitation where Leon almost regrets the action, but hungry satisfaction purrs in Leon's chest as the servant takes his fingers into his mouth.
The taste is strange on George’s tongue, it’s strangely more pleasant than the precum that had coated his tongue. He swirls his tongue around the knight’s calloused digits, being sure to fully clean off any remaining residue.
When Sir Leon extracts his hand George can’t stop the way his eyes immediately fall to the knight’s growing erection.
“Can I touch you? I’d like to make you feel good as well.” Leon murmurs, leaning closer so their lips are almost touching.
“Please.” George murmurs back. He already knows this will be a night he will never forget. He is never one to do anything so reckless, and to break away from his routine, even if it’s only for one night, he’ll never forget it.
Leon brings their mouths together. It’s softer and less desperate than earlier but just as exciting.
George moans into the knight’s mouth as the man’s hand caresses his already impossibly hard cock through his breeches.
The servant's head spins so much he feels as if the world is tilting. And after some fumbling with his laces the fresh air hits his heated cock that is quickly encircled by Sir Leon’s hand.
The texture alone is so different from his own hand. The knight leans forward until George falls back onto his elbows, knight between his legs and mouth being fervently explored.
Leon’s grip is strong and sure as he works George and the servant can't stop mewling into the man's mouth as he writhes below him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this.”
The unexpected compliment has George just on the cusp of release.
“Christ.” Leon’s voice cracks, “Can I-” George opens his eyes to look at the man who is looking down between their bodies.
Leon’s own now hard cock is centimeters away from his own and it’s clear what the knight is asking.
“God yes, please.” George cants his hips up just enough so that the back of Leon’s hand brushes against his own cock.
Leon groans, pushing his face into George’s neck as he instead wraps his hand around the both of them, he smells of mint and cedar wood.
Leon’s cock against his own is smooth, his length is still slick with Goerge’s own saliva and Leon’s hand is quick to spread the spit over both of them.
George lets out a bawdy moan perhaps a little too loud given their location but he doesn’t have the mind to care at the moment. Leon nips and licks at his neck, it’s a tickling sensation that pushes him to the precipice far too quickly.
“S-sir- Nngh Sir Leon I’m- Ah- I’m going-”
“Ah, fuck, yes Goerge, cum, I want to see you cum, want to see you fall apart against me.” Leon’s voice is rough, dripping with lust against his heated neck.
“Mmph- nngh- Ah!” Is all George is able to get out as his orgasm slams into him, he tosses his head back, eyes scrunching shut as he finds his release. In the midst of his finish he can feel Leon tense against him and his groin is suddenly even warmer than it had been a moment ago.
Unable to hold himself up anymore Goerge falls back fully onto the floor, Leon quickly following him, the man at least angles himself so most of his weight is off to the side rather than crushing the smaller man below him.
They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath and working through the post orgasm fog.
Leon is the first to move, he fishes out his own handkerchief and starts cleaning off the mess that is now covering Goerge’s groin. Though truthfully there’s a part of Leon that doesn’t want to clean it up, that wants to have the man walking around like that covered in their shared spend.
George hisses at the friction that sends overstimulated palpitations to his heart, with a hushed apology Leon makes quick work of cleaning up and even slides George’s garments back up before his own.
Leon smiles down at the blissed out contented look on George’s face. He looks younger when he’s so at ease.
“So,” Leon starts, “feel more relaxed?”
It takes a moment for George’s brain to register what he is referring to. He lets out a breathless chuckle. “Most certainly. Perhaps I should decompress more often.”
A sly smirk slowly makes its way to Leon’s face, though the trepidation in his eyes is clear even to Georeg’s hazed mind. “Well, perhaps I could show you some other ways to relax, and we could both enjoy the benefits. Of course, only if you’d be so inclined.”
He knows he’s playing with fire but George is nothing if not efficient, surely he’d be able to find some free time if he moves his work schedule around a bit.
“I would like that.” He smiles softly.
“As would I.” Leon smiles back. The knight runs a hand through his hair before clearing his throat. “Well, it’s getting late, we should probably turn in for the evening.”
“Right.” There’s a strange pang of unexpected dissonance in George’s chest. “Of course.” He pushes himself up but Leon is quick to offer a hand.
The knight pulls him up easily, so easily that he stumbles into the man's armor clad chest.
“Perhaps,” Leon brings a hand to his hip to steady him, “you’d like to spend the evening in my chambers? Relaxing of course.”
George’s eyebrows raise. He can’t imagine Sir Leon still having pent up energy, though he is a knight so perhaps he has a higher vitality. But perhaps in a bit, George would be able to-
“Ah!” Leon blushes a bright red when he catches what he said. “Uhm I mean sleeping. Relaxing in the literal sense.”
The idea alone has a pleasant exhaustion pulling at George’s lids, “That sounds quite nice.”
“Very well.” Leon lets go of his hip, his content smile falls to a more serious expression as he looks to the exit of the alcove. “I’ll exit first to make sure no one is near, you can follow after.”
George nods in understanding, not wanting to be caught by any nobles or nosey servants.
With that Leon exits. George waits for a few seconds but when the knight doesn’t say anything he assumes it’s clear. So he stumbles his way out of the alcove.
He freezes in his spot as he sees the Prince and his manservant staring right at them.
Embarrassment floods through George so strongly he’s surprised his face doesn’t set aflame right then and there. Though in all honesty out of all the people that could have caught them, it could have been much worse. And with all the special errands the prince has made him run lately, he has his suspicions of the two themselves.
They approach closer and George is able to easily fall back into his work persona, years of rigorous training paying off very well in this moment.
Once the Prince and his manservant are close enough George speaks up. “Sire.” he says stoically as he bows respectfully. “Merlin.” He greets with a small bow of his head as he rights himself.
George clasps his hands in front of him, an attempt at hiding any evidence that may be lingering from moments before.
His nerves spike slightly when neither man returns his greeting. Instead, they just look between him and Sir Leon with very peculiar expressions.
George nearly jumps when Leon speaks up from beside him. “Arthur. Merlin.” He greets both men, a bow of his head to the prince.
“Leon.”
“Leon.”
They answer at the same time. Their voices tight with an emotion George is positive isn’t anger, but he still can’t exactly place it.
Merlin glances to the Prince before turning his attention back to them.
The silence is long and drags on far too long, it’s making George so restless he nearly starts squirming in place.
Leon clears his throat. “Is everything alright my lord?”
“It’s perfectly fine.” The prince answers stiffly. There’s another pause before he continues. “We’re… Merlin, tell Leon what we’re doing.” The prince’s face comes out demanding, a tone he often takes with his manservant.
Merlin looks to the prince before looking back to them again, his focus is on Leon though it frequently flicks over to George. “We were just, headed to Arthur’s chambers.” He answers flatly. “Not!” His sudden volume nearly has George jumping out of his skin, “Not like that of course! Just- you know, I must get the prince ready for bed.” He finishes in a tone much more formal than his usual speech.
The Prince takes a deep breath, not turning to look at his servant once.
“Right.” Leon answers, “We’ll just… be on our way then.” He clears his throat again, “George.” He calls for the servant to follow him before he moves to step around the unmoving Prince and his manservant.
“Goodnight my lord.” George bows. “Merlin.” He addresses as he steps quickly to catch up with the first knight.
Neither of them turns back as they walk to the knight’s wing.
When they turn the corner and can no longer be seen George leans against the wall as he takes a deep breath.
Leon stops and turns, there’s an abashed yet sympathetic smile on his face.
“Arthur and Merlin won't tell anyone. They’re both good friends of mine.”
“How can you be so sure Sir Leon?” George’s voice is pitched up minutely in panic. He can’t lose his job, it’s his entire life's purpose, what would he ever do if he could no longer serve the crown, how would he ever make a living, where would he live if not the servant's wing, where would he-
The knight’s chuckle draws him out of his spiraling thoughts. “Because I know them.” The knight looks around conspiratorially before leaning closer “And Arthur would be the last person to report a noble dallying with a servant.”
Hmph. So George’s hunch had been right. It makes him feel rather good, it’s his duty to pay attention to the nobles and know their needs, so to catch onto something like that the Prince was actively trying to hide. Well, with George’s recent tasks perhaps he wasn’t trying to hide it so much from George than others. The realization of having the Prince’s trust has a wave of pride washing over him.
Leon’s smile widens before he moves a steady hand to his back. “Well, shall we?”
They make their way to Sir Leon’s chambers in the knight’s wing, and if George leans into the knight a bit extra on their walk, well the knight certainly doesn’t complain.