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“Ow!”
The comb caught every frustrating knot and no matter what Gwaine did, it only infuriated and hurt him more.
He paused every so often and kept trying, but the knots only caused him pain.
Gwaine was suddenly surprised when the comb was snatched from his hands and the most tender and curling motions eased the tangles of his hair as someone else took control.
“Don’t be such a baby!”
Gwaine didn’t object as Percival combed out his knots. It felt good. So damned good.
Unfortunately, Percival wasn't a lover, and Gwaine was usually used to them doing this.
However…
Damn.
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His head flopped against Percival’s shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
Gwaine felt the vibration of Percival’s voice. Percival’s stubbled chin scratched against his face and sent a wave of arousal through his body.
As Gwaine always did, he acted on his instincts. A simple turn of his head made their lips meet, and the heat kicked in.
The kiss became endless.
Hands desperately tore off clothing and before either of them knew it, their naked bodies were interlocked and ravenously pounding together until they were utterly spent.
They embraced in utter exhaustion.
“I think your hair might need combing again.”