The Lash of His Tongue 5/5 Esca/Marcus - Voice!kinkgreenhoodloxleyApril 17 2012, 05:19:45 UTC
Marcus flees the hut as though his skin were aflame.
He goes to where the horses are penned, out of sight from the hut. There, he tries to catch his breath, but his heart is yet pounding. Even now his cock strains hungrily for Esca. The shame of it overwhelms Marcus and he squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a bellow of rage.
“Marcus.”
Marcus whirls. Esca stand there in the dark, a slender shadow of a man. A man Marcus should not want.
“Can you not leave me in peace?” Marcus shouts, his voice ragged. “Is it not enough that I ache from the sound of your voice...the insults you throw at me like I'm nothing but dust beneath your feet...that my cock stiffens at the mere thought of you using me.”
Tears sting his eyes. Tears of shame, and lust and confusion. Marcus brushes at them angrily.
“Come here.” Esca orders.
“I am not your slave!” Marcus shouts.
Esca's hands tighten. In an instant he's shoving Marcus back against the fence. “You are mine. Mine.” He hisses the words, his fingers digging hard into Marcus's flesh. “Here you belong to me.”
Marcus groans as Esca breaks his grip to slip his hand between the Roman's thighs. His slim fingers wrap around Marcus's cock, pulling at it roughly.
“Esca.”
Esca murmurs as he strokes Marcus off, but the words are in his own tongue. Marcus doesn't understand them. They could still be insults, yet they sound strangely tender on his tongue. Marcus doesn't care. All he cares is the touch on his body, the words pouring over his skin as Esca works his cock.
“Come for me, Marcus.” Esca whispers. “Come, for me.”
Re: The Lash of His Tongue 5/5 Esca/Marcus - Voice!kinkariadnes_stringApril 19 2012, 02:41:45 UTC
I'm so sorry it took me so long to read this! There was complete family crisis/meltdown yesterday and today was spent picking up the pieces-but reading this was such a consolation!
What a great take on the scenario! Esca dressing Marcus down verbally is amazingly hot!
He goes to where the horses are penned, out of sight from the hut. There, he tries to catch his breath, but his heart is yet pounding. Even now his cock strains hungrily for Esca. The shame of it overwhelms Marcus and he squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a bellow of rage.
“Marcus.”
Marcus whirls. Esca stand there in the dark, a slender shadow of a man. A man Marcus should not want.
“Can you not leave me in peace?” Marcus shouts, his voice ragged. “Is it not enough that I ache from the sound of your voice...the insults you throw at me like I'm nothing but dust beneath your feet...that my cock stiffens at the mere thought of you using me.”
Tears sting his eyes. Tears of shame, and lust and confusion. Marcus brushes at them angrily.
“Come here.” Esca orders.
“I am not your slave!” Marcus shouts.
Esca's hands tighten. In an instant he's shoving Marcus back against the fence. “You are mine. Mine.” He hisses the words, his fingers digging hard into Marcus's flesh. “Here you belong to me.”
Marcus groans as Esca breaks his grip to slip his hand between the Roman's thighs. His slim fingers wrap around Marcus's cock, pulling at it roughly.
“Esca.”
Esca murmurs as he strokes Marcus off, but the words are in his own tongue. Marcus doesn't understand them. They could still be insults, yet they sound strangely tender on his tongue. Marcus doesn't care. All he cares is the touch on his body, the words pouring over his skin as Esca works his cock.
“Come for me, Marcus.” Esca whispers. “Come, for me.”
Marcus succumbs.
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What a great take on the scenario! Esca dressing Marcus down verbally is amazingly hot!
thanks you for writing this!!
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