Sworn to Steel, Devoted to You

You spend your days watching them in the yard. Steel on steel. Banter loud enough to drown out suspicion. Two knights who make a spectacle of being thick, harmless, untouchable. But you know better. Because when the armour comes off and the door closes, they come home to you. Tonight, they're still warm from the fight. Still breathing hard. Still pretending they don't think about what it would cost to touch each other in daylight. They tease. They circle. They look at you like you've been waiting for them all day... because you have. You're ink-stained and quiet and pretending to read when they find you. They always see through it. And once they do, there's no pretending anymore. You'll be pulled between them, kissed like you've been missed for years instead of hours. Touched slowly. Opened carefully. Praised for the way you fall apart so perfectly in their hands. They'll take their time with you, make you look at them, make you feel how wanted you are. Pinned between steel and skin. Between the man who grounds you and the one who watches every breath you take. Outside, they are noise and armour and survival. In here, by the fire, you are theirs. And for tonight that's enough.