Resistance Leads to Persistence 1/2coffeenbiscottiAugust 4 2011, 10:14:31 UTC
Er, I hope this is what you were looking for, anon. ---- It was days like these Kocoum knew better than to leave Thomas alone for an extended period of time. They were just like the berries we had at home, Thomas insisted, showing the fruit to him, and Kocoum knew better to stop him right there, but he also knew that the more he disagreed with the redhead, the more persistent he grew to prove him wrong. And usually, Thomas’ persistence resulted in curious situations that would cause talk both in the village and the fort.
Such as this one.
Thomas, face and chest thoroughly flushed, pressed a hand to his forehead and then his neck, his breath growing shallower and shallower. Looking up at Kocoum, his eyes unusually dark and pupils dilated, “Is it alright if we stay here for a while?”
Kocoum nodded, sitting down next to him and pressing the boy’s forehead to his chest. Thomas had eaten the berries not too long ago. Although he didn’t know what exactly the berries were, he knew that they weren’t any of the poisonous variety that grew in the forest. Pocahontas had made sure that all of the pale faces knew which plants were safe to eat. Regardless, Kocoum figured that the effects would leave Thomas’ body in enough time, and it would be just another embarrassing experience for the redhead. He gave a short sigh when Thomas snaked his hands around his sides and clung to him. He did get a little worried, considering how clammy Thomas’ skin became all of a sudden, and how his blunt nails dragged across his sides.
And how he was trying to slip a hand underneath his clothes.
Kocoum immediately removed Thomas’ hand from his backside and held it in front of him. Thomas blinked, confused, and tried again, this time with a force he didn’t expect out of the smaller man. Thomas was a good head shorter and had significantly less muscle mass than Kocoum; he shouldn’t have been able to roll themselves over like that. Thomas sat up, slowly grinding his ass cheeks onto Kocoum’s hardening cock as his hands roamed his chest, traveling down his sides before stopping at the buckskin. Kocoum grabbed his hands before they found the ties to his clothing and hoisted himself up, pushing Thomas off of him in the process.
“Let go.” Thomas pouted as he struggled ineffectively against Kocoum’s hold.
“You are not yourself,” Kocoum said. Hopefully whatever had taken over the Englishman’s mind hadn’t affected his reason as well. “Let’s get you home, so you can rest.”
Re: Resistance Leads to Persistence 2/3coffeenbiscottiAugust 4 2011, 10:16:05 UTC
Thomas struggled a bit more before relenting, shooting the warrior a coy look and Kocoum knew better than to trust him. But, as Thomas would probably recover faster if they had the village healer look at him, Kocoum scooped Thomas into his arms and prayed to every spirit that the redhead would behave himself. Shuddering at the sudden contact, Thomas shifted-no, writhed-in Kocoum’s hold as he buried a hot face into his neck, whimpering and pressing soft lips that burned against his skin. Kocoum’s breath deepened and his legs trembled, and he mentally cursed his body for reacting far more than it should. Despite their relationship, Thomas normally wasn’t the one to brazenly suggest sex, preferring to fumble about other ways that hinted at the act, or scrapping it all together in favor of cuddling instead. It usually took a great deal of prodding and affection and spirit-blessed patience on his part for Thomas to admit to the idea, and only if no one else was around to hear them. But now, as he carried his lover through the forest all the while resisting the urge to drop him right there and ream him thoroughly, he tried to center himself towards the goal of reaching home. This needy, brazen man in his arms wasn’t his Thomas, as much as he looked and smelled and sounded like him. And as much as this Thomas wanted him, it wouldn’t be right to take him. No matter how much he wanted to. “Focus,” Kocoum warned, meant for Thomas, but it might as well apply it to himself as well.
“I am,” Thomas whined, his voice breathy and wanton and dear spirits begging for a fuck... Again his lips attacked his throat, this time suckling on the skin to leave a trail of red marks that would no doubt raise questions later. His hand strayed to Kocoum’s left pectoral, fingers lazily rolling his nipple between them.
Somehow, it became much harder for Kocoum to breathe, and the village seemed a lot farther away than it really was. “Not on me,” Kocoum managed to force out through clenched teeth. Either Thomas didn’t hear him or didn’t listen-Thomas reached up and concentrated his ministrations on Kocoum’s earlobe, nibbling and then licking the outer shell slowly. The Englishman buried one hand into Kocoum’s hair, and wrapped the other around his proud cock, pumping agonizingly and deliberately slow.
Thomas tugged on a lock of the warrior’s hair, forcing him to look down. “Kocoum, look.”
Well. That did it.
Kocoum set Thomas down on his feet and twisted one arm behind his back. Thomas struggled against the hold, clearly for show, as he pressed his entire backside against Kocoum all the while pouting for his release.
“I like that,” Thomas moaned, voice dripping with want as he nuzzled Kocoum’s collarbone in the best way he could manage from his position.
Kocoum cursed everything under the sky mentally as he brought a swift hand down Thomas’ neck, effectively knocking the redhead out.
Kocoum gathered Thomas into his arms and continued walking back towards the village, hoping that he didn’t strike the Englishman too hard. He didn’t want to have to explain that to Ketaka as well.
Re: Resistance Leads to Persistence 3/3coffeenbiscottiAugust 4 2011, 10:16:30 UTC
Thomas wasn’t sure what time it was when he woke up in Ketaka’s tent. He sat up abruptly, regretting the action immediately when his stomach lurched and his whole world spun with it. He felt a cool hand across his forehead, followed by another at his back, guiding him back down on the bed. Ketaka hovered over him, a smile gracing his wizened face. Nakoma was at his side, holding a small basin of herb-scented water.
“Feeling better?” The healer asked. At Thomas’ nod, Ketaka continued. “Kocoum said that he found you in the woods addle-minded. Something about eating the wrong berries.”
Thomas flushed at the comment. To be honest, he could barely remember anything after eating those berries. He could’ve sworn those were the kind Pocahontas said were safe... or maybe she was talking about the dark purple ones instead... Dear God, he hoped he didn’t do anything scandalous at the time. “Where is Kocoum now?”
At that Nakoma chirped in, and Thomas prayed that it was his imagination that created that vulpine grin on her face. “After he left you here he went to the waterfall. Don’t know why he would want to go there; it’s especially cold this time of year.”
If there ever was a time God could strike him dead, Thomas wished it was now.
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It was days like these Kocoum knew better than to leave Thomas alone for an extended period of time. They were just like the berries we had at home, Thomas insisted, showing the fruit to him, and Kocoum knew better to stop him right there, but he also knew that the more he disagreed with the redhead, the more persistent he grew to prove him wrong. And usually, Thomas’ persistence resulted in curious situations that would cause talk both in the village and the fort.
Such as this one.
Thomas, face and chest thoroughly flushed, pressed a hand to his forehead and then his neck, his breath growing shallower and shallower. Looking up at Kocoum, his eyes unusually dark and pupils dilated, “Is it alright if we stay here for a while?”
Kocoum nodded, sitting down next to him and pressing the boy’s forehead to his chest. Thomas had eaten the berries not too long ago. Although he didn’t know what exactly the berries were, he knew that they weren’t any of the poisonous variety that grew in the forest. Pocahontas had made sure that all of the pale faces knew which plants were safe to eat. Regardless, Kocoum figured that the effects would leave Thomas’ body in enough time, and it would be just another embarrassing experience for the redhead. He gave a short sigh when Thomas snaked his hands around his sides and clung to him. He did get a little worried, considering how clammy Thomas’ skin became all of a sudden, and how his blunt nails dragged across his sides.
And how he was trying to slip a hand underneath his clothes.
Kocoum immediately removed Thomas’ hand from his backside and held it in front of him. Thomas blinked, confused, and tried again, this time with a force he didn’t expect out of the smaller man. Thomas was a good head shorter and had significantly less muscle mass than Kocoum; he shouldn’t have been able to roll themselves over like that. Thomas sat up, slowly grinding his ass cheeks onto Kocoum’s hardening cock as his hands roamed his chest, traveling down his sides before stopping at the buckskin. Kocoum grabbed his hands before they found the ties to his clothing and hoisted himself up, pushing Thomas off of him in the process.
“Let go.” Thomas pouted as he struggled ineffectively against Kocoum’s hold.
“You are not yourself,” Kocoum said. Hopefully whatever had taken over the Englishman’s mind hadn’t affected his reason as well. “Let’s get you home, so you can rest.”
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“I am,” Thomas whined, his voice breathy and wanton and dear spirits begging for a fuck... Again his lips attacked his throat, this time suckling on the skin to leave a trail of red marks that would no doubt raise questions later. His hand strayed to Kocoum’s left pectoral, fingers lazily rolling his nipple between them.
Somehow, it became much harder for Kocoum to breathe, and the village seemed a lot farther away than it really was. “Not on me,” Kocoum managed to force out through clenched teeth. Either Thomas didn’t hear him or didn’t listen-Thomas reached up and concentrated his ministrations on Kocoum’s earlobe, nibbling and then licking the outer shell slowly. The Englishman buried one hand into Kocoum’s hair, and wrapped the other around his proud cock, pumping agonizingly and deliberately slow.
Thomas tugged on a lock of the warrior’s hair, forcing him to look down. “Kocoum, look.”
Well. That did it.
Kocoum set Thomas down on his feet and twisted one arm behind his back. Thomas struggled against the hold, clearly for show, as he pressed his entire backside against Kocoum all the while pouting for his release.
“I like that,” Thomas moaned, voice dripping with want as he nuzzled Kocoum’s collarbone in the best way he could manage from his position.
Kocoum cursed everything under the sky mentally as he brought a swift hand down Thomas’ neck, effectively knocking the redhead out.
Kocoum gathered Thomas into his arms and continued walking back towards the village, hoping that he didn’t strike the Englishman too hard. He didn’t want to have to explain that to Ketaka as well.
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“Feeling better?” The healer asked. At Thomas’ nod, Ketaka continued. “Kocoum said that he found you in the woods addle-minded. Something about eating the wrong berries.”
Thomas flushed at the comment. To be honest, he could barely remember anything after eating those berries. He could’ve sworn those were the kind Pocahontas said were safe... or maybe she was talking about the dark purple ones instead... Dear God, he hoped he didn’t do anything scandalous at the time. “Where is Kocoum now?”
At that Nakoma chirped in, and Thomas prayed that it was his imagination that created that vulpine grin on her face. “After he left you here he went to the waterfall. Don’t know why he would want to go there; it’s especially cold this time of year.”
If there ever was a time God could strike him dead, Thomas wished it was now.
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I just hope Thomas will be coherent enough to explain himself when that time comes. Or he could just like, throw Kocoum a bone.
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