"For you to loosen up a little," Gwaine shoots back. He may like it rough, but he knows there's a long day's horse riding tomorrow. He's not going to make Elyan suffer unnecessarily.

Pulling his fingers back once he thinks Elyan can take it, Gwaine spits into his own hand, his saliva a rough and ready lubricant for his dick. Crawling forwards, he pulls the other knight's legs up over his shoulders, and presses himself inside.