Like the Tide, 8/8templemarkerAugust 11 2011, 06:25:51 UTC
When Esca came, it slicked the way for his final few thrusts, and Esca held himself upright though his arms began to tremble. His eyes opened to slits, and Marcus met them soundly, cupping the side of Esca's face and knowing his own more than gave away his heart.
Esca withdrew, and re-positioned himself so that Marcus was a veritable feast before him. He ran his hands over Marcus' chest, dipping in between Marcus' legs to draw some slickness forth, rubbing it between his fingers, taking Marcus' nipples between thumb and forefinger. Marcus writhed beneath the treatment; he would let Esca do anything with him he wished, and sometimes Esca liked to be reminded of that fact.
Esca sat back, and with one hand he took Marcus' chin in hand, keeping their gaze locked and steady. With the other, he took Marcus' cock in hand and began to stroke with a punishing grip. Marcus arched and moaned, the picture of wantonness, but could not bring himself to care as he spilled over Esca's hand and his own tunic.
He kept his eyes open through it, though it was difficult when the passion was on him.
When Esca fell, naked and shining, to lie supine next to Marcus, their hands naturally fell into a light clasp. Marcus smiled at the shadows dancing on the ceiling from the evening fire, hearing the rain still beat against the bothy, and said, "I think we've only succeeded in making the bedding wet, not getting you dry."
Esca's laugh was more felt than heard, and Esca squeezed his hand lightly. "You didn't fail in your duty, centurion," he said, fondness and lust clear in his voice. "I only gave you a greater task to accomplish."
Marcus tugged, using his greater strength to pull Esca against him, and kissed him again. "Give me ever greater tasks," he said. "I will not fail."
*fin*
Thanks for letting me play. :) I'll be reposting this in my journal soon.
Esca withdrew, and re-positioned himself so that Marcus was a veritable feast before him. He ran his hands over Marcus' chest, dipping in between Marcus' legs to draw some slickness forth, rubbing it between his fingers, taking Marcus' nipples between thumb and forefinger. Marcus writhed beneath the treatment; he would let Esca do anything with him he wished, and sometimes Esca liked to be reminded of that fact.
Esca sat back, and with one hand he took Marcus' chin in hand, keeping their gaze locked and steady. With the other, he took Marcus' cock in hand and began to stroke with a punishing grip. Marcus arched and moaned, the picture of wantonness, but could not bring himself to care as he spilled over Esca's hand and his own tunic.
He kept his eyes open through it, though it was difficult when the passion was on him.
When Esca fell, naked and shining, to lie supine next to Marcus, their hands naturally fell into a light clasp. Marcus smiled at the shadows dancing on the ceiling from the evening fire, hearing the rain still beat against the bothy, and said, "I think we've only succeeded in making the bedding wet, not getting you dry."
Esca's laugh was more felt than heard, and Esca squeezed his hand lightly. "You didn't fail in your duty, centurion," he said, fondness and lust clear in his voice. "I only gave you a greater task to accomplish."
Marcus tugged, using his greater strength to pull Esca against him, and kissed him again. "Give me ever greater tasks," he said. "I will not fail."
*fin*
Thanks for letting me play. :) I'll be reposting this in my journal soon.
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