Re: Woodscraft (5/5)imaginary_goluxApril 28 2011, 21:07:38 UTC
He’s pleased, and he wants to show his pale man how pleased he is, so he kisses him, hard, and his pale man shakes and goes pliant in his arms, which is definitely a very good sign. Kocoum leaves him there - he has to report to Powhaten, and he wants to figure out what in the world Pocahontas is up to with that corn-haired fellow, but he’ll be back. His pale man is too pretty to leave alone for long.
The next time his pale man comes to the clearing, he’s already blushing before he gets there. Kocoum rather wonders what that means. The pale man also looks very determined, and he greets Kocoum with a hand on his chest and the strange word, “Thomas.”
Kocoum figures that’s probably his pale man’s name, and tucks it away to think about later. Maybe it means something in the pale people’s language. He says, “Kocoum” - the first time he’s spoken to his pale man - and the pale man gets even redder and repeats it in a breathy, incredibly erotic tone, and then takes off all of his clothing.
Kocoum eyes the bare body appreciatively, and then the pale man holds out a little jar. Perhaps it is something to eat or drink? wonders Kocoum, and then his pale man puts his fingers in the jar and brings them out all greasy, and puts them down and behind and in. Oh. Well. Kocoum’s estimate of the pale man’s intelligence and bravery rises again: he knows what he wants, and he planned for it. No, not ‘the pale man.’ Thomas.
Thomas, who is looking a little nervous now, as though worried Kocoum will refuse; so Kocoum crosses the clearing in two long strides, tearing off his loincloth as he goes - much easier to get off than those silly leggings - and pins his Thomas up against a tree. Thomas goes willingly enough, wrapping his legs around Kocoum’s hips and clinging to Kocoum’s shoulders, and Kocoum makes a concerted effort to be gentle, because Thomas is smaller than he is, and young, and very beautiful when caught up in passion.
Thomas is very pleasant to fuck, all hot and tight and whimpering, pinned up against a tree and loving it. Kocoum lets go a little, thrusts a little harder, and Thomas bites his fist and comes, hard, which pushes Kocoum over the edge. Kocoum kisses his pale man, knowing that now they both know that Thomas belongs to him, and helps him put himself back together, and watches him go back to the other pale people, knowing very well he will be back.
Re: Woodscraft (5/5)guiltyhousewifeApril 29 2011, 00:48:37 UTC
Wow, I think, my brain is broke. Or is breaking. That was the single hottest thing ever. I want it to be be made into a movie that I can hide under my bed. :D
Re: Woodscraft (5/5)minutia_rApril 29 2011, 06:50:27 UTC
Wow, yes, this. I love Thomas and Kocoum's observations of each other, trying to figure each other out and communicate. (Actually I think I kind of have a language barrier kink. That's normal, right?) Brave Thomas!
Re: Woodscraft (5/5)guiltywordsApril 30 2011, 06:31:09 UTC
I can't describe how much I love this! This is my top favorite pairing (and it has so few stories) and you've done an amazing job with them. I was going to double fill this prompt, but I'm pretty sure I can't match this at all. :D
The next time his pale man comes to the clearing, he’s already blushing before he gets there. Kocoum rather wonders what that means. The pale man also looks very determined, and he greets Kocoum with a hand on his chest and the strange word, “Thomas.”
Kocoum figures that’s probably his pale man’s name, and tucks it away to think about later. Maybe it means something in the pale people’s language. He says, “Kocoum” - the first time he’s spoken to his pale man - and the pale man gets even redder and repeats it in a breathy, incredibly erotic tone, and then takes off all of his clothing.
Kocoum eyes the bare body appreciatively, and then the pale man holds out a little jar. Perhaps it is something to eat or drink? wonders Kocoum, and then his pale man puts his fingers in the jar and brings them out all greasy, and puts them down and behind and in. Oh. Well. Kocoum’s estimate of the pale man’s intelligence and bravery rises again: he knows what he wants, and he planned for it. No, not ‘the pale man.’ Thomas.
Thomas, who is looking a little nervous now, as though worried Kocoum will refuse; so Kocoum crosses the clearing in two long strides, tearing off his loincloth as he goes - much easier to get off than those silly leggings - and pins his Thomas up against a tree. Thomas goes willingly enough, wrapping his legs around Kocoum’s hips and clinging to Kocoum’s shoulders, and Kocoum makes a concerted effort to be gentle, because Thomas is smaller than he is, and young, and very beautiful when caught up in passion.
Thomas is very pleasant to fuck, all hot and tight and whimpering, pinned up against a tree and loving it. Kocoum lets go a little, thrusts a little harder, and Thomas bites his fist and comes, hard, which pushes Kocoum over the edge. Kocoum kisses his pale man, knowing that now they both know that Thomas belongs to him, and helps him put himself back together, and watches him go back to the other pale people, knowing very well he will be back.
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