Thomas stays still, fisting his hands in the furs and whimpering as Kocoum’s hands and mouth over his body, finding all sorts of places Thomas didn’t even know were sensitive. Who knew that a tongue against his nipple made him shiver, that barely-gentle bites along his ribs made him bite his lips to muffle screams, that a huge warm hand could feel like that on his manhood? That Kocoum could bring him off with just that hand, watching with those impassive eyes as Thomas arches and shakes and moans, bone-deep? “Please,” says Thomas when he can speak again, though he has no idea what he’s asking for.
Kocoum smiles.
It is a small smile, thin and out-of-place on that solemn face, but Thomas memorizes it, clings to the image of it as Kocoum bends to kiss him again and lowers himself on top of Thomas. Kocoum is heavy, yes, but Thomas likes it, likes feeling Kocoum as a warm protective blanket between him and the world, all that strength still dangerous, but now Thomas is behind it, under it, protected and sheltered and safe.
Somewhere along the way, Kocoum lost his loincloth, and now he is hot and hard against Thomas’s stomach. Thomas cannot help bucking up into the feeling, just a little, and he is rewarded with gentle bites on his throat and a rumbling growl, and with the feeling of Kocoum thrusting hard against him and coming hot and wet between their bodies.
After a few minutes, Kocoum sits up and wipes them clean with a bit of rag, and then lies down again, slinging one arm over Thomas possessively. Thomas curls into the embrace, wondering again if this is a one-time thing, if Kocoum just wanted to see what a white man was like in bed. He is distracted from his worrying by teeth against the nape of his neck and then Kocoum’s soft rumble from behind him.
“Thank you,” he says. “I am honored.” And then, after a pause, “I would be honored also if you would stay with me this night, and as many nights as please you, Thomas.”
“Yes, please,” says Thomas into the darkness, and feels Kocoum smile against his shoulder, and sleeps.
Re: New World (5/5)imaginary_goluxMarch 14 2012, 03:06:19 UTC
haha oops no one saw that l-lol
nyaaaaaaaaaaaaa op here!
omg this was lovely and hfiuldshajf I loved how sensual it was without being graphic. You have made this anon's night after a crappy day! ♥ THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
haha omg and I actually have read another author on lj who does Kocoum/Thomas that uses two-spirit in the same sense so I didn't even think twice about the definition lol The few K/T fics I've found all seem to have this one thing in common and I always find it interesting what they call it
Re: New World (5/5)imaginary_goluxMarch 14 2012, 15:25:26 UTC
Hey, so glad you liked it! If you remember who the other one is on LJ I'd be glad to know - as far as I remember I'm the only one on this meme who writes K/T, but I could easily be wrong.
ETA: Or there could be lots of other people and I could be very wrong! Hurrah for the Delicious archive.
Re: New World (5/5)guiltywordsApril 6 2012, 03:08:43 UTC
*staring in wonder* Oh, what a lovely lovely bit of wonderful this is! (heh, can you tell I had no idea how to put my happiness into words?)
I absolutely love this, it's everything I could want from this pairing, all the possessiveness (I've typed that word over and over again, and I still think it has too many 's') but still gentle and, and, gah! I loved everything. :D
And I think your description of the Two-Spirits was spot on! Very well said.
Kocoum smiles.
It is a small smile, thin and out-of-place on that solemn face, but Thomas memorizes it, clings to the image of it as Kocoum bends to kiss him again and lowers himself on top of Thomas. Kocoum is heavy, yes, but Thomas likes it, likes feeling Kocoum as a warm protective blanket between him and the world, all that strength still dangerous, but now Thomas is behind it, under it, protected and sheltered and safe.
Somewhere along the way, Kocoum lost his loincloth, and now he is hot and hard against Thomas’s stomach. Thomas cannot help bucking up into the feeling, just a little, and he is rewarded with gentle bites on his throat and a rumbling growl, and with the feeling of Kocoum thrusting hard against him and coming hot and wet between their bodies.
After a few minutes, Kocoum sits up and wipes them clean with a bit of rag, and then lies down again, slinging one arm over Thomas possessively. Thomas curls into the embrace, wondering again if this is a one-time thing, if Kocoum just wanted to see what a white man was like in bed. He is distracted from his worrying by teeth against the nape of his neck and then Kocoum’s soft rumble from behind him.
“Thank you,” he says. “I am honored.” And then, after a pause, “I would be honored also if you would stay with me this night, and as many nights as please you, Thomas.”
“Yes, please,” says Thomas into the darkness, and feels Kocoum smile against his shoulder, and sleeps.
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nyaaaaaaaaaaaaa op here!
omg this was lovely and hfiuldshajf I loved how sensual it was without being graphic. You have made this anon's night after a crappy day! ♥ THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
haha omg and I actually have read another author on lj who does Kocoum/Thomas that uses two-spirit in the same sense so I didn't even think twice about the definition lol The few K/T fics I've found all seem to have this one thing in common and I always find it interesting what they call it
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ETA: Or there could be lots of other people and I could be very wrong! Hurrah for the Delicious archive.
You're welcome for the fic! Eee!
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I absolutely love this, it's everything I could want from this pairing, all the possessiveness (I've typed that word over and over again, and I still think it has too many 's') but still gentle and, and, gah! I loved everything. :D
And I think your description of the Two-Spirits was spot on! Very well said.
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