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You were on him in moments. In a heated mess of need that had been driving you mad for much longer than you were comfortable admitting to yourself, let alone to the object of your fantasies.
You had no idea what the midnight air seemed to do to the two of you. The hushed chats under golden candle flames, or maybe it was the wine that made your brain tell you you had to keep getting braver with each word spoken. Each subtle move closer to the unseeable man, or when his hand would land on your inner thigh, much more unsubtly.
And then another minute later, the Knight was carrying you into your bedroom, hands fitted up the skirt of your chemise messily, holding you in a most undignified way for a man of his sophistication.
But, oh, that just made it that much more exciting. To think that he could be so bold, all to please his Lady… You could already feel your heart soaring.
A loose sleeve fell off of your shoulder when he sat you down onto your bed, kneeling down in front of you. Even as he was, he was still so tall... His head fit perfectly into the side of your neck, kissing along your pulse until it met the exposed skin of your shoulder. You shuddered softly when invisible teeth nipped at you, and you knew there would surely be a mark when there was light enough to see it.
“Someone longs to hear how your voice will call out for him”, he said between kisses, leaning up, up, up to push you into your mattress. The Knight dragged his hands up the backsides of your thighs, lifting them to fit alongside his own to where they would dangle off of his hips, and carefully pinned your wrists to the spot just above your head. Everything all at once, you felt breathless.
Then a knee fit between your legs upon the bed, you could see the fabric dipping from the weight, and you gasped out the smallest whine.
The Knight was on top of you, his cloak draping around his much larger stature and caging you in beneath him. Though you couldn’t see his face, you somehow knew that he was holding your gaze as much as he could. Your heart was pounding, doing your best not to let it show through.
He seemed to be able to tell, though, with the breathy laugh he gave. “You’re trembling, my Lady. Someone hath not even begun to please you in the way he truly wishes…”
“I… I’m sorry,” you said, flustered at him pointing it out. “I’m not really sure what to do, I-I… think.”
Your voice was so meek and pathetic, and you could almost cringe at how unsexy all of it sounded; it's not like you had any experience with… this, any of this, on top of the Knight being such a damn romantic, it left you fumbling to keep your head on straight. Anytime he opened his mouth, you felt so winded… He was always sincere and forthright about his every thought. You didn’t understand it, as someone as reserved as yourself. You just couldn’t imagine that shyness being some kind of turn on when it made you so embarrassed.
“There is nothing to be sorry for. No, for it means Someone gets to look at your rose-colored cheeks much sooner than he would have anticipated,” he whispered, tracing a thumb along your cheek. Even the armor itself had a tenderness to it, and your head instinctively turned into his touch.
“Someone wants to touch you, and make you writhe upon his fingertips, however many times it shall take in order to satisfy you. It is what One is made for.”
Your face was ablaze, oh Maker above in their Heavens, and you couldn’t quell the ache you felt in your core when his knee pressed just the right way into it. You exhaled sharply, feeling the adrenaline borne by his words rake through you.
“B-But, you… you deserve to feel good, too, my Knight. I-I want to be able to do that for you,” you offered bravely, pushing as much as you could out through pinned-shut eyes and furrowed brows. You felt guilty getting all of the attention, all of the pleasure, on top of the fact that receiving so much from him was overwhelming in its own right. But he merely leaned down, almost entirely ignoring the point you were trying to make. His lips pressed into the edge of your jaw, tongue brushing it with its own soft warmth.
“Thou shan’t worry about that right now, that is something that shall come in due time. Right now, Someone wants thee to focus on only your own desires. Hm?”
The Knight was asking you, or more… Making you agree with him. You flushed, shifting your eyes from where his face would be, and nodded.
“Good girl,” he accepted, pressing into you again and making you shiver.
The pet name alone could’ve made you tip towards the edge right then and there, and your hips jolted with his motions. One of his hands came down to grab at your side, almost guiding your waist to keep going in that way. Was all this truly all he wanted? To watch you act like this, watch you rut yourself on him, pathetically?
The easy grind of your body felt so delicious, though, even if the bursts of electricity it sent up your spine were so small and barely there at all; the magic imbued in his body was only adding that much more to the feeling. Your knees shook from where they were hiked up the Knight’s sides, and your lungs struggled for air in the frenzy of it all. Your brain felt like mush, but all you knew was wanting more.
“Does that feel good, my Lady?”
Your voice wavered with a huff. “...Y-Yes,” you managed, eyebrows furrowing upwards. Your wrists strained as you pulled, wanting to cover your mouth and hide any noises that could possibly slip past your lips, but the arm holding them above your head refused to budge. “I-I’m sorry, I’m sure t-this isn’t– v-very pretty–”
“You are my Lord,” he stopped you quickly before you could continue, “and Someone will not let you chastise yourself for participating in carnal pleasures. One can decide for himself what he finds attraction in.”
The Knight released your hands, to fit his own beneath the arch of your back and lift you up his knee. If it weren’t for his mass supporting you, you would feel as if you were floating–but your chest met his, perfectly flush, and you could feel your face grow in temperature from the closeness. You let out a gasp when he began to push you forward, now grinding your hips into the fullness of his own thigh. “A-Ah, Knight–”
“Is this better for you?”
Your head was swirling, unable to truly process everything so quickly; the Knight’s smooth voice was so gentle and genuine, but it was right there, so close to your ear, and– and he was surrounding you in himself, so that only he could hold you whilst you crumbled. You fisted his cloak, pulling at the fabric and letting yourself move. You felt the rumblings of a laugh come from the Knight’s chest when your face pressed into it, looking to bury yourself; not that it was very possible with an invisible entity that you could only feel the form of.
“That’s it,” he cooed with praise, and you couldn’t help but moan into him when he leaned down to pepper kisses into your ear, and down your neck.
But all of it was too much, and you could feel your stomach beginning to tighten as your pace quickened and your grinding became much more greedy; chasing a high that you knew was coming on much too early. In the forefront of your mind, you felt ashamed at the fact, knowing that it must look silly to be so hopeless that just the bare minimum was enough to get you to finish. But, no… No, that shame was taken over and consumed by the need that was burning inside of you, the unshakeable want to use him as you pleased.
There was always the worry inside of you, that maybe it was selfish to truly take him as he was, despite how often he bore his heart to you and reassured you that he was yours. Like you weren’t worthy of being the Lord he saw you as, and in turn, instinctually resisting his own need to serve.
With your head pressed into his warm chest, you couldn’t help but realize it then, as the height of your orgasm was mere inches away.
Maybe… Maybe it was okay, just this once. To allow the Knight to be yours, and let him weave the threads of your pleasure in every way you’ve craved.
A gauntlet came to tangle into your hair, gently tugging at the strands on the back of your head, and with eyes screwed shut, you felt your orgasm finally reach its crescendo.
You let out a choked sound, a high-pitched whimper as your hips ground onto his thigh hard, trying to ride it out for as long as you could on that firm, thick muscle. Fireworks of white popped behind your eyelids, and the familiar sparks from earlier crawled along your muscles, reaching each end of your fingers and toes until all you could do was quiver.
You were sure you had made a mess of yourself, if you were to peel back the wrinkled folds of your clothing that was bunched up over your legs, but the Knight said nothing that could even be taken as a complaint. Like usual, it was only about you.
Your lungs heaved as you tried to catch your breath, ever so slowly coming down from the high that had surged through you. The hand that cradled you through it came loose from your hair when he felt your body become lax, carding through it softly.
“Someone is glad that he could help you satisfy yourself–or, if One is allowed to be most selfish… He is glad that he could be the one to satisfy his Lady,” he said through the smallest smile, you could hear as much in his voice. You couldn’t help your own weak smile that tugged at your lips in return.
“A-Ah, uhm… I-I hope I didn’t m-make a mess…” you croaked, feeling the stickiness between your legs when you lifted yourself on weak knees. You carefully removed yourself from the Knight, gown falling down to hide the reminder of your release that was stuck to you.
Your eyes flickered between his invisible figure, and the wet patch that glistened under the moonlight seeping into your room.
Evidence that he was there. Fully there, in a physical form, but you only couldn’t see him. But there it was, in full display for both of you to see–with the proof of your indescribable pleasure spread across his upper thigh like sugary icing.
“Oh,” was all you could stutter. Your face burned, oh no, and you only curled in on yourself in shame, pulling your arms into your chest and refusing to look up towards his eyes. “I-I’m so–”
…
The words caught in your throat the moment you saw an armored thumb travel down to wipe up the shimmering mess upon his leg, only to lift it to… Oh no, no!
“S-Stop! Knight, don’t–”
You heard him swallow, and it was too late, no matter how fast you thought you could catch his hand.
“Someone was simply curious as to what kind of taste someone like you would have,” he stated simply, like it was obvious.
You let out a squeak, stunned out of horror, unable to think of a proper response besides–
Well. No, you had a thought. But… you couldn’t just say that out loud. The first thing that often came to your mind wasn’t… It wasn’t decent, not in the least bit.
Then again… You came this far with him, right?
You hid your face behind your hands, turning from him shyly. You could surely collapse by now with how hard your heart was slamming against your ribcage, you were certain of it.
“H… How– do I t-taste…” you whimpered out like a lamb, doing its best to be brave in the face of the predator. You opened an eye to peer through your fingers–as if that would even help you garner what his response would be to begin with, you admonished yourself.
The Knight’s cloak shuffled, and you realized he was pushing you down into the bed again, this time leaning over you with both arms planted at the side of your head. He brought his head down to your breast, peeling that forgotten fallen sleeve even further down to expose the skin of your chest. You felt an open-mouthed kiss just above your nipple, and you sighed, chest dipping with how breathless you suddenly felt. His velvet tongue continued upward, feather-light up your collarbone and neck, until he buried his nose into the locks of hair that fell against your ear.
“Absolutely divine, Princess.”
The Knight’s glove traveled down your body, until it ghosted just above your lower-belly with a touch so delicate it was barely there, making you jump with want. His fingers danced across the expanse there, only to be stopped by your clothes and the metal armor covering himself.
The ticklish teasing made you ache.
“My Lord, could you please remove Someone’s gauntlet? It is in his way,” he asked, enunciating his words clearly–but it wasn’t spoken like it was a request.
A hum rose up from you in response, your thoughts barely coherent enough for you to even realize that you were moving on autopilot. You’d hardly even given it thought by the time your hands reached his armor, unclasping the metal and pulling for his forearm to come loose. It made a heavy clunk sound when he was finally free, and suddenly the air felt thick in your throat when you saw him; or rather, what you couldn’t see.
You had never given it much thought before, but the gauntlets really did provide quite a bit of help when it came to his presence. But without it… There was no other way for you to see him.
There was a strange feeling that trickled down your spine, in that moment. It wasn’t quite fear, no, you knew that you were always, unquestionably safe when you were with the Knight. That much was true, and would remain so. But there was something unsettling about being left completely in the dark on what he would do; your eyes were locked into the space you thought he could be, unsure if it was even correct.
The Knight chuckled, watching you from above as you let his armor piece fall off the side of your bed. “How interesting. Does Someone’s lack of a visible form make thee excited?”
He punctuated his words by dragging his fingers–his real fingers, you could feel his thrumming, magic flesh–across your leg, pulling the hem of your nightgown up so that he could slide underneath.
“H-Hah–” Your entire body twitched at that, unable to stop the noise that forced its way out in anticipation. A chill ripped through you, eyes flitting closed as if it could hide you from his unmoving stare. It was like he found his own pleasure in simply watching you unfold. Even without eyes to look into or features to guide you, it didn’t stop the Knight from having the aura of a sculpture carved from marble–constantly following your every move with centuries-old grace.
You could feel yourself begin to leak when a thumb grazed over the undergarment sticking to your folds, soaked through with slick.
And then the Knight’s fingers dipped into the fabric, and you could’ve keened.
“Oh, my Love, how wet you’ve become… It would be so easy to take thee with Someone’s own hands. Is that what you want?”
A finger glided through you, brushing against every sensitive little spot he could find. You wanted more, anything, any possible friction and touch that could bring you to that peak again. Just one wasn’t enough, not when the Knight was so eager and ready to keep you going.
Fists gripped the sheets until they’d gone white from the bone, and you swallowed down all of your pride before opening your mouth to speak. Your throat felt dry with anxiety, but you figured you had to give him something to work with after speaking to you with such warm, sweetened words all evening; words you knew you would replay in your head on lonesome nights, when he wasn’t there to meet you at your door in secret at your beck and call. When he wasn’t there to back you into the room, tall stature curving into you in a way that would make you feel intimidated and frightened, if it were anybody else.
Instead, it would make your heart pound, instilling a feeling of solace within you.
So, maybe you owed him a little something in return.
“I… I-I want to… f-feel you. I-In your arms, I want to–” you flushed, unable to shake the image of yourself splayed out and begging like a lovesick dove out of your mind, “I w-want you to hold me. Please, Knight.”
The Knight was silent. For a brief moment of time, you saw him completely, utterly motionless, not even the sound of a breath breaking the night air; he was stunned. The only things you could hear were your own shallow gasps and heartbeat hammering against your eardrums, the two of you gazing at each other in perfect patience.
The sight of his shoulders actually sagging as he laughed is what took you by surprise, though; his elegant demeanor had dropped for a single second to allow just the slightest bit of unpoised laxity, and you soaked it in like a sponge.
He was always the one pampering you however he could, but you were the one truly enamoured by him.
You jolted when his bare hand pulled from you, but found yourself sitting up when his other came to take yours off the bed, holding it softly in front of him.
The blue and gold cloak leaned down, and you felt lips press into your knuckles. A smile tugged at your lips, it was impossible to stop the fluttering in your stomach at such a gesture.
“It would give Someone great pleasure to have you close. Truthfully, it…” the Knight paused, and your head tilted curiously. Was he actually flustered? “Though it may not seem like much to thee, it does more for this Knight than one may guess. T-To put it most simply.”
“...I-I see.” You blushed. You hadn’t even thought about it like that, hardly considering that he actually enjoyed everything he was doing to you in that way.
But, somehow, it brought another question to mind. You sat up on your knees, hand still in his. “Um, Knight. If you don’t mind me asking– Is it the same for you? T-This, I mean,” you gestured vaguely with your free hand, pointing between the two of you, “I… I would feel guilty knowing that I couldn’t return all of this somehow. Like I said earlier, you deserve that much, too.”
Agh, it was silly, you knew it. You didn’t even know where all that had come from, but you couldn’t stop everything from tumbling out; maybe it was rude of you to press him like that, when all he was trying to do was stick his fingers inside of you like a gentleman–
In the end, you should have guessed that he would treat it as seriously as possible. “That is a difficult question to answer… The short answer is, no. Someone no longer possesses the same physicality as thine own.”
Your awkward smile began to falter, disappointment evident on your face. You weren’t really sure what to make of that. Even still, the Knight continued.
“But this does not mean it is impossible to feel things of a more intimate nature,” he spoke, slowly pulling you towards him to sit you in his lap–this time, your back was pressed to his chest, facing away from him. You could feel his voice vibrating lowly against you when he continued. “Things, like… Lust. Desire. The sweet electricity of release. Someone’s body is made up of many strange things; including the feeling of every single way his partner’s heart may beat for him.”
He leaned himself into you to push his nose into your ear from behind, nuzzling you as his uncovered hand fluttered against the exposed flesh of your thigh; it wasn’t inherently sensual in nature, but simply him showing you how much he admired you for simply existing. Tears pricked at your eyes, suddenly overwhelmed by the night’s events. You were glad he couldn’t see it.
“So, what, you can… Feel the things I do, or something?”
If it was any louder beside your head, you would’ve thought you’d heard him snort, and you let out your own in response.
“One is the sword at your side, our souls entwined into one. Would that encourage thee to enjoy it all the more?”
A pause lingered between you as you pushed your own head back into his. “I think so, yeah.”
“Then–like your protection, safety, and happiness–Someone shall do everything within his power to ensure your satisfaction. It is what he wants.”
Sitting snugly in the Knight’s lap, he hooked his gauntlet around your belly, giving you leverage and pulling you close; your arms held onto it tightly when you saw your clothing lift again, his invisible hand looking for its place against your core.
Your heart was beginning to pound again. There was no stopping him this time, not after everything he’d told you, and you could hardly stand the wait for it anymore.
It was a mixture of things, really. A small inkling of fear dripping down the back of your nape, worried that you wouldn’t be able to enjoy any of it like you wished to. You’d heard stories over the years, of the ones that just didn’t like it. Even despite that, though… You knew that you were in loving, careful hands. Patient hands. If there were ever signs of discomfort, of any kind, he would make sure that you were okay with exactly the roads down which you both were headed. Knowing that was enough to calm the fear, because you knew that you could trust his devotion to you, if nothing else.
There was a spark of something inside you when you imagined how exactly it would all play out, and you couldn’t stop the whine that escaped your throat completely involuntarily. “Please–”
The fingers that teased you earlier found their way back to their rightful place, sliding over every spot that would make you shiver, and in a slow and agonizing movement he finally sank the middle digit into you, as far down to the knuckle as possible.
At first you huffed, trying to get used to the feeling of something inside of you–it wasn’t like you hadn’t taken part in some self-love before in your life, no, but no matter what nor how hard you tried, that was something you just weren’t brave enough to keep at. It always left you with an ache in your belly, telling yourself that it totally, definitely felt better than it really did.
Everytime it happened, you just swore to yourself it was the last.
You wanted this to be good, though. It had to be, just once.
Another finger pushed in gently, once the Knight took notice of your breath slowing; he must be able to feel how anxious you are, you thought in the back of your mind. A choked whimper escaped you when it came, and his entire body went perfectly still afterwards. Waiting for you to adjust, you guessed. He shushed you quietly, cooing an it’s alright, Someone is here, relax.
Your chest heaved, you panted, feeling full. You weren’t even sure if it was something worth being overwhelmed by, unsure about what the universal consensus on two fingers from a six foot ten Knight was; but at the very least you felt impressed by how far you finally managed to come. An odd sense of relief and a bit of pride washed over you, despite the way your lower half burned as you tried to get used to it all.
After a bit of time that felt like hours to you, though, the burn began to dull. Carefully, you wiggled your hips a bit, like getting comfortable in a chair, and air sucked in through your teeth at the feeling.
So far so good, you supposed. It wasn’t like it was horrible–but definitely strange. You could work with that.
“You’re doing well, my Love,” the Knight whispered close, rubbing soothing circles across your hip where his thumb could reach. “Shall Someone continue?”
Your eyes shut as you nodded, swallowing. “Y-Yeah.”
And so the Knight did. Slowly, at first, scissoring and nudging and moving them in a way that could help keep the initial pain at bay and turn it into something much more enjoyable. You knew, deep down, that he wouldn’t rush into anything with you unless you too acted on those feelings.
Bit by bit, the feeling grew–the familiar heat in your stomach that burned much differently, that begged to burn hotter until it seared into your flesh and consumed you whole.
You tried your best to meet his thrusts with the rocking of your hips, but it proved difficult with how his other arm held you down, keeping you stationary. You let out a groan of frustration when you realized you couldn’t move, and an amused hum and click of a tongue made you throb.
“Aht, slowly, now– Someone will not be rushed. It is your job to let him help,” he said, almost like he was punishing you for doing anything more than sitting there and taking it like he expected of you. It was hidden behind kind words, like how he wanted only to please you and it was his duty, you only needed to accept the pleasure you so justly deserved from your humble servant; but you knew he was trying to twist them into something that would make you squirm, something primal and dominant to wind you up until you let it all go on his beautifully rough hands.
You only began to get even wetter, you could hear it, sounding so salacious as his fingers squished into you–it had your head falling backwards into his chest.
Oh, Makers above, if this was what it could truly feel like, you didn’t understand why you had ever put it off. All because you were afraid of something unknown, hah.
“Nng–h, K-Knight,” you moaned, clutching and scratching at the metal gauntlet faceted against you like it was a lifeline, desperate to hold onto something as the oncoming torrent threatened to sweep you away. “I-It feels s-so–”
“You are so easy to pick apart, darling.” The Knight’s voice sounded so gravely, low in tone and dripping with a kind of honeyed lust you never thought you’d hear laced into his tongue. “Is it Someone’s fault? Dost thou want to be devoured by him, just like how he yearns to watch you unravel for him?”
A third finger slipped into you, so much easier than the ones before it, and you practically sobbed when the heel of his palm pressed into your clit, rutting into you firmly. It was absolutely excruciatingly wonderful, your vision swirling with every curl into the spots he knew would make you euphoric. You felt an open-mouthed kiss against that place on your pulse just below your ear, a hot whisper of your name taking its spot on your skin soon after.
Pepperings of kisses found themselves along the line of your jaw, mouth eventually meeting your own messily (at least, it was on your part). Your lips smushed against his with reckless abandon, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the propriety or modesty of it all; all you could think about was this Knight, how his hand was grinding into you wetly, making your entire body tremble as that cloud from earlier fogged over your senses, making it impossible to distinguish whether or not you were even speaking over your own racing heartbeat.
“I– I-I can’t–” You kicked your heels into the mattress when everything in your belly finally snapped, a strangled, garbled cry escaping your throat as you finally, finally came; breaking that messy and arguably embarrassing kiss when your body struggled against his, the Knight’s arms holding you still to work your orgasm out of you himself. You could feel every muscle in your body straining to break free, you weren’t even sure as to why–it felt so incredibly good, you just couldn’t fathom why you would want to escape it. The Knight holding you down with old, practiced strength only made the flood of bliss washing over you all the more delicious.
His hand slowed to a stop as you crashed down from it all, vision smeared from the tears that threatened to spill past your cheeks, but you only rocked your body into him in protest. “N-No, no! K-Keep going, Knight, p-please–!”
You shook, body overstimulated and overwhelmed by how sensitive everywhere he touched suddenly became, but you wanted–needed more, more, more–just a bit more, and you could cum again, you knew that it wouldn’t even take much more to get there–
“Anything you wish, sweet thing,” he murmured, as your face turned into the crook of his neck desperately.
With eyes glossed over, you watched blearily as slick-coated digits hurriedly rose above your head, and the sound of a vulgar suck followed, reverberating through the air. They returned to where you wanted them just as quickly as they’d left, sinking back into you with gorgeous ease and making you mewl in delight at being filled again.
That palm pushed rougher into your clit, fingers moving faster and much more sloppily, so unrefined and obscene that it could’ve disgusted you if any part of you had any right mind left. Your insides fluttered, it was all so breathtakingly torturous, and just as quickly as the last one disappeared, your body pulsed with a second–this time much less aggressive, it melted through you, and you wept.
You felt every ounce of your pleasure spill into his palm, pooling between each finger and onto the sheets below. The sound you made was much more akin to a squeal rippling through your lungs, almost too softly to even make out if he wasn’t right beside you through every heavenly second.
“De toute beauté,” the Knight breathed through a smile, above the echoing, stickied rhythm he guided you with through your release. His own breath was labored, shallow underneath his gentle mutterings–and hearing so from him was just as intoxicating as anything else, you thought. “Someone would never have guessed you had it in you…”
It was much gentler, now; though the Knight pushed you over the fevered edge with such encouragement, the way he carried you through your whimpers had a tenderness to it that you savored. Lightning pulsed through your veins and your sweaty palms slid over the metal still around your waist.
You were completely spent, body relaxing as the wave of pleasure seeped through each and every nerve.
Soothing, slow kisses planted onto your cheek after a while–after you’d caught your breath, mind clear enough that you finally had the ability to pick your head up off of the Knight’s chest. You weren’t exactly sure when he had even removed his hand from your sex, but you were grateful that you clearly hadn’t felt it; you were already sensitive enough as it was. And then it dawned on you, too: you were still technically clothed through it all.
It hardly mattered now, though. At some point, the Knight had gotten up, gently sitting you down on the bed before wiping the trail left by tears off of your cheek with his armored hand (he dared not soil your beautiful face, after all; even if it had been tainted with your own fluid). Something about… Going to the washroom to get his Lord cleaned up, you thought he said. You didn’t care much about the exact wording, mind still fried and dazed. At least he hadn’t said anything important to you; you were sure he could sense just how wiped you were.
The Knight returned with a washcloth, basin, and change of undergarments in-hand. Right, there was no way you could go to bed as you were–your face bloomed red when you finally noticed just how soaked-through everything was.
Kneeling down on the floor in front of you, he helped you undress fully and took the cloth, dipping it into the basin thoroughly before bringing it to wipe at your inner thigh; you shuddered when the hot towel met the coolness of your skin, but a wistful sigh soon replaced it when the warmth poured into your tired muscles. No more fire, no more frantic need–he moved only with the passion of wanting to love you, clearly happy to clean the mess in simple, comfortable silence.
“T-Thank you, Knight,” you said into the quiet as he worked, wincing when he reached between your thighs with the cloth. He lifted your leg to clean along your underside, ankle held delicately in his hand. You realized his gauntlet had returned, too; he must have fixed himself before he came back. A part of you was almost disappointed that your mark on him had vanished, but… No, no–you much preferred this to stay between the two of you, the longer you thought on it.
“Of course. It is this Knight’s duty to make sure thee is comfortable,” he responded matter-of-factly while he continued to clean you. You felt the washcloth wipe across your spine, scrubbing off the layer of sweat stuck to your skin.
“N-No, not this–” you corrected him, blushing at having to even explain. “Just… Everything. Tonight, of course, but I feel like I’ve never properly thanked you for anything you do for me. You don’t even need to. You just do. So… Thank you for being by my side.”
His hand stilled, eventually pulling away. You guessed he was looking at you, into your eyes that looked right back towards him. Looking upon your naked body, your back that curved in horribly relaxed posture, exposed to him in every possible way a person could ever be. But it didn’t scare you, or embarrass you; it felt like it was meant to be like this, like you were meant to be on display for him in those vulnerable hours of the night.
It wasn’t instilled with eroticism, at the core of it all. It wasn’t anything, but right.
One of The Knight’s hands rested on his heart, the other taking your own and pulling it towards him; his cloak moved as he bowed his head to you, and you felt soft lips against the top of your hand.
“Someone is most honored to be with you here. Gratitude is never needed, for this Knight understands the words within thine heart. Someone simply adores you, and that is what is important to him.”
Butterflies in your stomach fluttered at his words, happy to let that be the end of it. There really wasn’t much left you could argue with even if you wanted to; being a person someone adored was just enough for you, really. He returned the washcloth to the basin of water, seemingly satisfied with his efforts, and helped you lift your new garments up to settle onto your hips.
You watched as he folded your messied clothes, placing them in your laundry, and even going so far as to replace the top of your bed–he really didn’t need to do any of it, but after how much he put forth his heart for you tonight, you… Didn’t really have the heart to stop him. On top of the fact that you were barely able to keep yourself awake anymore.
The Knight made his move to leave after helping you settle onto the bed, but you tugged on his arm when he just barely managed to slip from reach. Your own limbs circled around his inexistent neck, urging him downwards.
“Stay,” was all you whispered, voice ghosting between you, and it was all it took for him to join you beneath the covers. He was a weak, weak man, you were beginning to realize. If you were easy to please, he was even easier to make cave.
There was only one problem, though, something that continued to eat at you the longer you laid there against his invisible chest. You dragged your finger against the ornate details of his metal constraints, more afraid to break the quiet than to just ask. “Knight.”
“Yes, my Lord?” he answered, voice purring below your eardrum. It was so dangerously close to just about putting you to sleep on its own.
“...Would it be too much to ask you to hold my hand? With yours?”
There was a pause in the air, and for a moment you regretted having made such a request; you weren’t entirely sure why asking him to remove those parts of himself felt so forbidden, really. You chocked it up to the fact that it was all he ever wore, all he ever needed for himself beyond his glimmering, silver sword–but it always made you feel like you weren’t supposed to want it, let alone see it happen.
But you were ripped out of your thoughts when you saw him unclasp them–both of them–and sit them neatly onto your bedside table.
The Knight’s skin held yours, calloused and battle-hardened from centuries of loyalty, his thumb caressing the top of your knuckles softly. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your warming cheeks.
“Anything you wish.”