Sir Gareth wiped sweat from his brow as he entered the torchlit tent, his armor clinking against Sir Thorne's. "You fought like a man possessed today," Thorne said with a smirk, his eyes raking over Gareth's form. "Or were you just trying to impress me?"
Gareth chuckled, stepping closer. "Impress you? I was saving your arrogant hide from that charging fool. Admit it, you're horny for a real challenge." Their banter sharpened as Thorne grabbed his arm. "Challenge this, knight. I've seen how you stare at my ass when you think no one's looking."
Tension crackled as clothes fell away, revealing hard bodies glistening with sweat. Thorne dropped to his knees for a blowjob, taking Gareth's cock deep while panting, "Your cock's so hard it could pierce armor." Gareth groaned, fingers in Thorne's hair, the wet sounds filling the tent as he grew dripping with need.
They tumbled onto furs, horny and urgent. Thorne's ass was tight and wet as Gareth thrust in, both men sweating and panting. "Fuck, your pussy-tight hole feels better than any victory," Gareth growled. Thorne laughed sharply, riding back hard. "Call it what you want, but make me come."
The climax hit like a sword strike—Gareth came first, filling Thorne with cum, then Thorne followed, spilling across their chests amid gasps and dripping heat. They collapsed, bodies entwined, the air thick with satisfaction.
Yet as dawn's light crept in, Thorne whispered, "This was only the first round, my rival."
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