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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG. Tattoo-kink.
Pairing: Tristan/Gawain, implied Gawain/Galahad.
Feedback: What you liked, what you didn't, etc.
Disclaimer: These versions aren't mine.
Summary: For once, Tristan hasn't seen everything.
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Tristan took a step back and hit a tree he'd forgotten was there. "You aren't supposed to-"
"Watch." And Gawain's fingers were clawed into his shoulders like twin falcons perching, and Gawain's tongue was softly licking over his tattooed cheeks, and Tristan thought he might be dying.
"Galahad..." Last breath from the drowning.
A chuckle puffed against his throat. "Isn't you."
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Later, fire painting their exhaustion with dappled shadows, Gawain propped himself up on his elbows and flicked Tristan's hair out of his face, as like a hundred other days. This night, however, he followed the gesture with a long search of Tristan's mouth. If he'd found the secrets of the forest in there, Tristan wouldn't have been surprised.
"You never were going to say anything, were you?" Gawain asked.
And Tristan could only shrug and say, "Galahad-"
"I'm beginning to think you want to sleep with him instead." It was a joke, of course.
Instead of laughing, Tristan took Gawain by the shoulders and kissed that smile back with all the force he could muster.
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