Character/s: Mordred, Galahad(OC)
Summary: "You're mine"
Warnings: Violent, abusive relationship
Word Count: 273
Author's Notes: So the last two were fluff, now I need to balance it out. With scenes that some viewers may find distressing from the start.
“You’re mine,” Mordred growls, fucking Galahad into the sheets.
He has him on his front, face smashed into the pillow, legs as wide as they’ll go, and all Galahad can do is moan incoherently, lost in a world of feeling, encased in just him and Mordred. It’s all searing, all heat, and he pulls his legs wider to let Mordred further in.
“No one else touches you. No one comes near you.”
Galahad tries to nod, but the pillow constricts him a little too much. Mordred seems to understand the gesture though, because he twists his hand in Galahad’s hair to feel if the movement is repeated.
“It’s just me. You belong to me.”
Galahad nods again, groaning as Mordred fucks harder, deeper. He lets go of Galahad’s hair to grab hold of his hips, pulling back to sit on his knees and moving Galahad with him. They get a better angle like this; Mordred can jerk him off while fucking, get Galahad to the point of blacking out so he can come without anyone watching.
Mordred doesn’t understand it, and neither really does Galahad. All Galahad can find to call it is love. All Mordred can think of is lust. Still, every time Mordred will claim Galahad, and it will hurt, just the right side of too much, and Galahad will surrender to it because he can’t not, because it’s too good to stop. Because he likes being a possession, and God, he doesn’t understand why when it leaves him bruised and limping and still needing something more from him, but when it’s Mordred involved he wouldn’t stop it for the world.