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.
“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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