Fill: Haeret Lateri Lethalis Arundo, Marcus/Esca, NC-17, 1/5
anonymous
August 6 2011, 00:20:33 UTC
Haeret Lateri Lethalis Arundo - The Iron Entered Into Our Soul (Virgil)
Marcus woke with a gasp and sat up reflexively, the thick furs that covered him falling to his waist. Though the night was bitterly cold, he barely registered it as the excruciating pain in the upper half of his left leg blotted out everything else.
His old injury hadn’t flared up like this in almost a year - not since his and Esca’s return from Caledonia the previous winter. Unwilling to call upon his freedman and friend for help, he struggled to remember what it was that Esca used to do to ease the cramping so effectively.
With a shaking hand, he pushed the furs further down and pulling up his night tunic, dug his fingers into the solid muscle with a quiet grunt. Far from the relief he was hoping for, his action caused fiery spikes of pain to shoot up and down the length of his thigh, causing him to cry out and his eyes to water. Having apparently made the pain worse - if that was possible - he clenched his teeth and panted heavily, focusing on trying to relax the spasming muscles, at a loss what else to do.
“Marcus?” came Esca’s voice from the direction of the doorway.
Marcus shook his head, exasperated with himself: the noise he’d just made would have woken all of Hades; given that Esca was a light sleeper and their chambers were adjacent with only curtains for privacy, it was inevitable his friend would have been woken by it.
“My leg,” he gasped between pants, in too much pain at that moment to feel shame at his weakness.
In the darkness, he could just make out Esca’s outline as he silently made his way across the chamber like a spectre, to sit on the right side of his bed. Without a word, he leaned across Marcus and placed one hand just above his left knee and the other just below his hip and gripping firmly, pushed them towards each other, holding the position.
For a few heart-stopping moments, the pain turned to agony as though someone had lain a white-hot brand along the length of his thigh, and Marcus was forced to swallow against the gorge that rose in his throat. Even so, he allowed nothing more than harsh grunts to escape his lips as beads of sweat broke out across his face. Finally, like a tide ebbing, the pain began slowly to subside and as Esca’s grip gentled, Marcus noticed for the first time how warm his friend’s hands were on his bare skin.
“You need to try and bend your knee - can you do it?” Esca quietly asked.
Still in considerable pain, his mouth compressed into a thin line, Marcus nodded. Realising Esca couldn’t see him, but not trusting his voice, he shifted his weight to his right side, only then becoming conscious that he’d been clutching the edge of the mattress as though his life had depended on it. In response, Marcus felt Esca let go of his thigh and grip his ankle, and holding it tightly, slowly slid his foot along the bed until his leg was half bent.
The room was silent save for his gasping breaths and with the cramping having died down to an ache, Marcus dropped his forehead down to his upturned knee, only now flushing with embarrassment at his perceived weakness.
“You overtaxed yourself today.” Esca’s voice was matter of fact rather than accusatory.
He knew he had pushed himself too hard, but there hadn’t been a choice: the storm the night before had taken part of the roof off the barn. Wet hay would likely rot or become moldy and make their horses ill, so securing the roof had been of paramount importance before too much damage had been done to their winter stores.
“The work had to be done.”
Esca didn’t answer, instead gently tugging on his ankle until Marcus straightened his leg. “Lie back.”
Fill: Haeret Lateri Lethalis Arundo, Marcus/Esca, NC-17, 2/5
anonymous
August 6 2011, 00:22:30 UTC
Doing as he was told, it was only now, with nothing on but his nightwear, he began to feel the cold. When warm hands started to knead his sore muscles, sliding along the length of his thigh, he forgot about the cold and felt only heat. Thankful for the darkness, he was glad Esca wouldn’t see the effect his hands were having on him.
It was in the darkness that Marcus indulged in his most private thoughts and imaginings, remembering the massages Esca used to give him and wondering how it would feel to lie with him, to feel his hands all over his body not to relax, but to arouse. Despite the continuing ache in his leg, he felt his cock stiffening. Guilt washed over him.
“Thank you, Esca, it’s much better. You should go back to sleep.”
“Move over.”
Marcus’ heart thundered in his chest. “What?”
He heard Esca sigh. “Remember how you used to always take a bath when you got cramping? Since our farm doesn’t have the luxury of a caldarium, I’ll stay here and help keep you warm - that way the pain will be less tomorrow.”
Marcus wanted to protest, but he could hear Esca’s tone of voice - the one he used when he was at his most stubborn. He knew it was pointless arguing, especially as he didn’t have a good enough reason - at least one that he was willing to share - to reject Esca’s offer.
He felt such gratitude at his friend’s attentiveness and kindness, in the way he had volunteered to do what Marcus had been unable to ask for. Reluctantly, he rolled onto his right side and moved back, giving Esca room to lie down. The bed was narrow, not designed for two, which meant they would have to lie in close quarters. Marcus pulled the furs up and over them both as Esca pushed his back against Marcus’ chest.
“What are you doing?” The bed was small, but not that small.
“Sharing body heat. You need to tuck yourself behind me so I can help keep that bad leg of yours warm.”
Marcus flushed - if they’d adopted the same position while seated, Esca would be sitting in his lap. His traitorous cock, which was already half-hard, twitched in approval. Closing his eyes in embarrassment, he wriggled so that he was spooned behind Esca but crucially, his groin wasn’t pressed against the firm little arse he’d been secretly admiring for months.
He couldn’t allow himself to fall asleep, but had no idea how long it would be to dawn, when he could reasonably rise: there was no sign of light around the shutters and none of the birds which stayed this far north for the winter, were singing. At this time of year, compared to Etruria where he grew up, daybreak arrived so much later and ended so much earlier, giving them little time to undertake all the daily tasks necessary to run their new farm.
If they had chosen to grow crops, then winter would be a fallow period with little to be done, but both being keen riders, they decided on horses - a passion for both of them - which needed daily exercise and care.
Listening to Esca’s breathing evening out in sleep, Marcus allowed himself a rare moment of indulgence, enjoying the heat of his friend’s body suffusing his, moving his head a little so his nose was buried in Esca’s hair and he could smell his scent, musky and familiar.
Fill: Haeret Lateri Lethalis Arundo, Marcus/Esca, NC-17, 3/5
anonymous
August 6 2011, 00:30:13 UTC
The ache in his leg almost forgotten, he closed his eyes and reflected back on the last year and a half. They had come a long way, he and Esca, through many highs and lows. In blood and battle, their journey north had forged between them a bond that had so far proven unshakeable: Marcus had fully expected Esca, once he’d been granted his manumission, to return to what was left of his people; but to his abiding relief, the Briton chose to remain with him.
Marcus gently kissed the top of Esca’s head, yearning for the kiss instead to be on Esca’s lips, and he being awake and willing to receive it. He had long known he loved Esca, but thought it the love of a brother until a few months earlier: when jealousy had reared its head on seeing Esca talking to a young woman at market, laughing with her at something. The sudden realisation that at some future point Esca would want to take a wife had been like an arrow through his heart - perhaps Cupid had paid him a visit that day - and he ached with the thought of it.
For now, Esca was his and he allowed himself to imagine a world in which his friend lay in his bed like this every night, sharing everything of himself. The idea should probably have disturbed his Roman sensibilities, but it did not, instead feeling nothing but contentment.
*
Marcus’ eyes snapped open and he at once became aware of a number of facts: he had fallen asleep, despite his intention not to; it was some time after dawn, with enough light creeping through the shutters for him to be able to see clearly; he was much closer to Esca than he had been with his left arm curled possessively about his chest; his groin was pressed tight against Esca’s arse and his cock, apparently very happy with this position, was rigid - a fact Esca at such proximity could hardly miss, especially as, perhaps most mortifying of all, Esca was awake.
“Morning. How’s your leg?”
Flushing deeply, Marcus tried to surreptitiously pull away. “How long have you been awake?” He both wanted to know and dreaded the answer.
“Long enough.”
He didn’t want to think what that could mean. “It’s sore, but I’ll be able to walk on it.”
“Good,” Esca said and turned to face him. Still feeling embarrassed, Marcus couldn’t meet his eyes, but under the furs, he felt Esca’s hands on his leg.
Marcus quickly pulled it away, his heart thudding in his chest. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m examining your leg to see how it is.”
Marcus’ face felt on fire. “It’s fine. I’m getting up.”
“Stay.”
One word, half-whispered, arrested his movement and feeling Esca’s hand on his chest, he lay back down.
They shared one pillow, their heads close enough that Marcus could feel Esca’s breath on his face, though he couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” Esca said quietly.
Marcus forced himself to look up, to meet the grey-blue eyes that studied him.
You> Beneath the covers, he felt Esca take his hand.
“Want?”
“Is this what you want?” Esca asked, guiding Marcus’ hand to his cock, as rigid as his had been before mortification had wilted it. Marcus pulled his hand away as if burned, an instinctive reaction of shame because Esca knew his secret.
Fill: Haeret Lateri Lethalis Arundo, Marcus/Esca, NC-17, 4/5
anonymous
August 6 2011, 00:32:26 UTC
“What are you doing?” His voice sounded much higher than usual and he winced.
“I’m offering you what you want, Marcus…” Esca grabbed at his hand again and pulled it back to cup his hardness through his tunic. “…and as you can feel, it’s what I want too.”
Esca’s manhood pressing against the palm of his hand sent waves of arousal coursing through him to pool in his groin. Since Esca’s actions had come like a bolt of lightening from the gods, he had a hundred and one questions, but his ability to think had vanished as he rubbed his thumb over the head of Esca’s cock and found himself mesmerised by the wanton expression that appeared on his face.
“Strip,” said Esca as he moved to pull his night tunic over his head and then untied his subligaculum, Marcus quickly following suit. The morning air was frigid but he didn’t feel it, his blood heated by desire. He’d barely got the cloth away from his body when he felt a callused hand wrap around his cock and give an experimental pull. The intensity of the touch sent a shudder jarring through him.
Though he’d seen Esca naked many times, he had never allowed himself to really look, to feast his eyes on the bounteous goods that now lay before him: surprisingly broad shoulders, his bare, muscled chest, the corrugated leanness of his flat stomach, the thin line from his navel that led to a thatch of brown hair from which sprung his cock. It was unexpectedly long and thick for someone of Esca’s stature, and when Marcus glanced up from it, Esca was smirking at him, as though he knew he was surprised at its generous dimensions.
For a moment, he allowed himself the thought of what it might feel like to take it inside of himself, to have it fill him and be utterly possessed by it. So distracting was the thought, it took him a moment to recover enough to reach out and take Esca’s glorious cock in hand.
An impatient snap of Esca’s hips gave Marcus the hint not to linger and he began to stroke the turgid length from base to tip, feeling Esca mirror his movements, the touch sending shockwaves through him, setting his blood on fire.
It wasn’t enough, there was still too much distance between them, but he knew if he rolled onto Esca he wouldn’t be able to support his weight with his damaged leg, so instead he grabbed Esca pulling until he was on top of him, opening his legs to cradle Esca between them. Now that their bodies touched from chest to hips, their cocks pressed tightly together, Marcus’ arousal increased even further.
Did Britons kiss? He had no idea, so experimentally he lifted his head and closed the short distance between their mouths, pressing closed lips chastely against Esca’s. Apparently they did, as Esca’s tongue took only a moment to conquer his mouth, as his hips took up a rhythm as old as the gods.
Marcus went with the flow, his large hands mapping as much of Esca’s body as he could reach until they found a natural resting place curved around Esca’s arse.
Their kisses became sloppier as they both drew close until they were doing no more than panting into each other’s mouths. Feeling emboldened, Marcus slid a finger between Esca’s buttocks until he reached his hole and stroked over it. Esca thrust hard and cried out, spilling between them, and the sheer eroticism of the moment: seeing Esca come undone, coupled with the feeling of the hole pulsing rhythmically against his finger sent Marcus roaring over the edge in a shattering release.
Fill: Haeret Lateri Lethalis Arundo, Marcus/Esca, NC-17, 5/5
anonymous
August 6 2011, 00:36:08 UTC
It took until Marcus’ breathing had slowed to more normal levels to realise that while he was covered in warm Esca, Esca was naked above him, the furs they had slept under in the night having fallen to the floor. Reaching down, he grabbed one of them and as he did so, Esca took the opportunity to slide off him. The cold air hitting his wet stomach made him shudder and he quickly enveloped them both in the warm throw.
Turning on his side to face Esca, Marcus was unable to keep the grin off his face as he touched his fingers to the pale face and felt the trace of a beard, running his thumb over Esca’s lips as they raised into a smile. The sight left an ache in his chest and leaning forward, Marcus gently kissed him, their tongues swirling languidly together. The reality was better than anything he’d imagined and he prayed to Venus that this wasn’t a dream he would suddenly awake from.
There was something Marcus had to know, so he gently pulled back from the kiss. “How long have you wanted this?”
“Since that day I left you with the eagle at the river. As I was running to find Guern, I realised for the first time since the arena that I had a reason to live - I wanted to live and to be with you.”
The words made Marcus’ heart clench and leaning forward, he held Esca’s eyes as he kissed him, eventually pulling away.
“Why have you not spoken about this before?”
Esca extended his hand and ran a finger down Marcus’ stubbled cheek. “The same reason you didn’t. I was waiting for a sign - something to tell me you felt as I do.”
“I do.” Marcus could say no more, not yet ready to divulge the depth of his feelings. “Haeret lateri lethalis arundo.”
“Yes,” Esca quietly agreed.
Outside, a cock crowed, breaking the moment.
“We should get up,” Marcus said reluctantly, pushing himself up onto his elbows. “The farm won’t run itself.”
“Why? There’s nothing urgent to do today. We’ve fixed the barn and anyway, you should rest.”
Marcus grinned down at Esca. “If we stay here, I don’t think either of us will be getting any rest.”
“I’ll make sure you keep the weight off your leg,” Esca said and then disappeared under the fur. A moment later, Marcus’ cock was engulfed in warm, wet heat.
A part of him was shocked that Esca would do such a thing, but it was only a very small part. The rest of him lay back and pushing the fur away, watched with undisguised delight.
*End*
Sorry it's not as much h/c as I'd originally intended, but they got away from me as I was writing!
I love this!!! Thank you so much! I loved how Esca immediately comes to Marcus and takes care of him. And the cuddling! And sweet, sexy conclusion :) It will be a few days before I get it on the masterlist but I will!
Re: Fill: Haeret Lateri Lethalis Arundo, Marcus/Esca, NC-17, 5/5
anonymous
August 7 2011, 18:54:49 UTC
Thank you! Sorry I'm a bit late to the party, I was too tied up with other things when you launched this, but saw elsewhere you were still accepting entries.
And yes, totally protective!esca and cuddly!marcus both in love, but too unsure to say anything... :)
Re: Fill: Haeret Lateri Lethalis Arundo, Marcus/Esca, NC-17, 5/5
anonymous
August 10 2011, 09:50:16 UTC
Thank you! I'm only anon because I'm supposed to be working on a WIP in another fandom and felt bad that instead of that, I was writing this. When I get the other finished I'll come out of anondom and post it to ninth-eagle. Thanks for adding this to the list!
Ahhhh, I love fic where they are pining for each other and don't even know it. It makes it so much sweeter when they finally get together, and you did such a good job with Marcus' longing. And mmmm, thinking about them in Marcus' bed, Esca's hands all over his thigh...that is a very nice visual. :D :D :D
Re: Fill: Haeret Lateri Lethalis Arundo, Marcus/Esca, NC-17, 5/5
anonymous
August 8 2011, 21:36:19 UTC
One day I will write an established relationship story...but I do love pining and those first heady days of a new relationship rather too much. :) Thanks for the lovely comment, bb.
Marcus woke with a gasp and sat up reflexively, the thick furs that covered him falling to his waist. Though the night was bitterly cold, he barely registered it as the excruciating pain in the upper half of his left leg blotted out everything else.
His old injury hadn’t flared up like this in almost a year - not since his and Esca’s return from Caledonia the previous winter. Unwilling to call upon his freedman and friend for help, he struggled to remember what it was that Esca used to do to ease the cramping so effectively.
With a shaking hand, he pushed the furs further down and pulling up his night tunic, dug his fingers into the solid muscle with a quiet grunt. Far from the relief he was hoping for, his action caused fiery spikes of pain to shoot up and down the length of his thigh, causing him to cry out and his eyes to water. Having apparently made the pain worse - if that was possible - he clenched his teeth and panted heavily, focusing on trying to relax the spasming muscles, at a loss what else to do.
“Marcus?” came Esca’s voice from the direction of the doorway.
Marcus shook his head, exasperated with himself: the noise he’d just made would have woken all of Hades; given that Esca was a light sleeper and their chambers were adjacent with only curtains for privacy, it was inevitable his friend would have been woken by it.
“My leg,” he gasped between pants, in too much pain at that moment to feel shame at his weakness.
In the darkness, he could just make out Esca’s outline as he silently made his way across the chamber like a spectre, to sit on the right side of his bed. Without a word, he leaned across Marcus and placed one hand just above his left knee and the other just below his hip and gripping firmly, pushed them towards each other, holding the position.
For a few heart-stopping moments, the pain turned to agony as though someone had lain a white-hot brand along the length of his thigh, and Marcus was forced to swallow against the gorge that rose in his throat. Even so, he allowed nothing more than harsh grunts to escape his lips as beads of sweat broke out across his face. Finally, like a tide ebbing, the pain began slowly to subside and as Esca’s grip gentled, Marcus noticed for the first time how warm his friend’s hands were on his bare skin.
“You need to try and bend your knee - can you do it?” Esca quietly asked.
Still in considerable pain, his mouth compressed into a thin line, Marcus nodded. Realising Esca couldn’t see him, but not trusting his voice, he shifted his weight to his right side, only then becoming conscious that he’d been clutching the edge of the mattress as though his life had depended on it. In response, Marcus felt Esca let go of his thigh and grip his ankle, and holding it tightly, slowly slid his foot along the bed until his leg was half bent.
The room was silent save for his gasping breaths and with the cramping having died down to an ache, Marcus dropped his forehead down to his upturned knee, only now flushing with embarrassment at his perceived weakness.
“You overtaxed yourself today.” Esca’s voice was matter of fact rather than accusatory.
He knew he had pushed himself too hard, but there hadn’t been a choice: the storm the night before had taken part of the roof off the barn. Wet hay would likely rot or become moldy and make their horses ill, so securing the roof had been of paramount importance before too much damage had been done to their winter stores.
“The work had to be done.”
Esca didn’t answer, instead gently tugging on his ankle until Marcus straightened his leg. “Lie back.”
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It was in the darkness that Marcus indulged in his most private thoughts and imaginings, remembering the massages Esca used to give him and wondering how it would feel to lie with him, to feel his hands all over his body not to relax, but to arouse. Despite the continuing ache in his leg, he felt his cock stiffening. Guilt washed over him.
“Thank you, Esca, it’s much better. You should go back to sleep.”
“Move over.”
Marcus’ heart thundered in his chest. “What?”
He heard Esca sigh. “Remember how you used to always take a bath when you got cramping? Since our farm doesn’t have the luxury of a caldarium, I’ll stay here and help keep you warm - that way the pain will be less tomorrow.”
Marcus wanted to protest, but he could hear Esca’s tone of voice - the one he used when he was at his most stubborn. He knew it was pointless arguing, especially as he didn’t have a good enough reason - at least one that he was willing to share - to reject Esca’s offer.
He felt such gratitude at his friend’s attentiveness and kindness, in the way he had volunteered to do what Marcus had been unable to ask for. Reluctantly, he rolled onto his right side and moved back, giving Esca room to lie down. The bed was narrow, not designed for two, which meant they would have to lie in close quarters. Marcus pulled the furs up and over them both as Esca pushed his back against Marcus’ chest.
“What are you doing?” The bed was small, but not that small.
“Sharing body heat. You need to tuck yourself behind me so I can help keep that bad leg of yours warm.”
Marcus flushed - if they’d adopted the same position while seated, Esca would be sitting in his lap. His traitorous cock, which was already half-hard, twitched in approval. Closing his eyes in embarrassment, he wriggled so that he was spooned behind Esca but crucially, his groin wasn’t pressed against the firm little arse he’d been secretly admiring for months.
He couldn’t allow himself to fall asleep, but had no idea how long it would be to dawn, when he could reasonably rise: there was no sign of light around the shutters and none of the birds which stayed this far north for the winter, were singing. At this time of year, compared to Etruria where he grew up, daybreak arrived so much later and ended so much earlier, giving them little time to undertake all the daily tasks necessary to run their new farm.
If they had chosen to grow crops, then winter would be a fallow period with little to be done, but both being keen riders, they decided on horses - a passion for both of them - which needed daily exercise and care.
Listening to Esca’s breathing evening out in sleep, Marcus allowed himself a rare moment of indulgence, enjoying the heat of his friend’s body suffusing his, moving his head a little so his nose was buried in Esca’s hair and he could smell his scent, musky and familiar.
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Marcus gently kissed the top of Esca’s head, yearning for the kiss instead to be on Esca’s lips, and he being awake and willing to receive it. He had long known he loved Esca, but thought it the love of a brother until a few months earlier: when jealousy had reared its head on seeing Esca talking to a young woman at market, laughing with her at something. The sudden realisation that at some future point Esca would want to take a wife had been like an arrow through his heart - perhaps Cupid had paid him a visit that day - and he ached with the thought of it.
For now, Esca was his and he allowed himself to imagine a world in which his friend lay in his bed like this every night, sharing everything of himself. The idea should probably have disturbed his Roman sensibilities, but it did not, instead feeling nothing but contentment.
*
Marcus’ eyes snapped open and he at once became aware of a number of facts: he had fallen asleep, despite his intention not to; it was some time after dawn, with enough light creeping through the shutters for him to be able to see clearly; he was much closer to Esca than he had been with his left arm curled possessively about his chest; his groin was pressed tight against Esca’s arse and his cock, apparently very happy with this position, was rigid - a fact Esca at such proximity could hardly miss, especially as, perhaps most mortifying of all, Esca was awake.
“Morning. How’s your leg?”
Flushing deeply, Marcus tried to surreptitiously pull away. “How long have you been awake?” He both wanted to know and dreaded the answer.
“Long enough.”
He didn’t want to think what that could mean. “It’s sore, but I’ll be able to walk on it.”
“Good,” Esca said and turned to face him. Still feeling embarrassed, Marcus couldn’t meet his eyes, but under the furs, he felt Esca’s hands on his leg.
Marcus quickly pulled it away, his heart thudding in his chest. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m examining your leg to see how it is.”
Marcus’ face felt on fire. “It’s fine. I’m getting up.”
“Stay.”
One word, half-whispered, arrested his movement and feeling Esca’s hand on his chest, he lay back down.
They shared one pillow, their heads close enough that Marcus could feel Esca’s breath on his face, though he couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” Esca said quietly.
Marcus forced himself to look up, to meet the grey-blue eyes that studied him.
You> Beneath the covers, he felt Esca take his hand.
“Want?”
“Is this what you want?” Esca asked, guiding Marcus’ hand to his cock, as rigid as his had been before mortification had wilted it. Marcus pulled his hand away as if burned, an instinctive reaction of shame because Esca knew his secret.
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“I’m offering you what you want, Marcus…” Esca grabbed at his hand again and pulled it back to cup his hardness through his tunic. “…and as you can feel, it’s what I want too.”
Esca’s manhood pressing against the palm of his hand sent waves of arousal coursing through him to pool in his groin. Since Esca’s actions had come like a bolt of lightening from the gods, he had a hundred and one questions, but his ability to think had vanished as he rubbed his thumb over the head of Esca’s cock and found himself mesmerised by the wanton expression that appeared on his face.
“Strip,” said Esca as he moved to pull his night tunic over his head and then untied his subligaculum, Marcus quickly following suit. The morning air was frigid but he didn’t feel it, his blood heated by desire. He’d barely got the cloth away from his body when he felt a callused hand wrap around his cock and give an experimental pull. The intensity of the touch sent a shudder jarring through him.
Though he’d seen Esca naked many times, he had never allowed himself to really look, to feast his eyes on the bounteous goods that now lay before him: surprisingly broad shoulders, his bare, muscled chest, the corrugated leanness of his flat stomach, the thin line from his navel that led to a thatch of brown hair from which sprung his cock. It was unexpectedly long and thick for someone of Esca’s stature, and when Marcus glanced up from it, Esca was smirking at him, as though he knew he was surprised at its generous dimensions.
For a moment, he allowed himself the thought of what it might feel like to take it inside of himself, to have it fill him and be utterly possessed by it. So distracting was the thought, it took him a moment to recover enough to reach out and take Esca’s glorious cock in hand.
An impatient snap of Esca’s hips gave Marcus the hint not to linger and he began to stroke the turgid length from base to tip, feeling Esca mirror his movements, the touch sending shockwaves through him, setting his blood on fire.
It wasn’t enough, there was still too much distance between them, but he knew if he rolled onto Esca he wouldn’t be able to support his weight with his damaged leg, so instead he grabbed Esca pulling until he was on top of him, opening his legs to cradle Esca between them. Now that their bodies touched from chest to hips, their cocks pressed tightly together, Marcus’ arousal increased even further.
Did Britons kiss? He had no idea, so experimentally he lifted his head and closed the short distance between their mouths, pressing closed lips chastely against Esca’s. Apparently they did, as Esca’s tongue took only a moment to conquer his mouth, as his hips took up a rhythm as old as the gods.
Marcus went with the flow, his large hands mapping as much of Esca’s body as he could reach until they found a natural resting place curved around Esca’s arse.
Their kisses became sloppier as they both drew close until they were doing no more than panting into each other’s mouths. Feeling emboldened, Marcus slid a finger between Esca’s buttocks until he reached his hole and stroked over it. Esca thrust hard and cried out, spilling between them, and the sheer eroticism of the moment: seeing Esca come undone, coupled with the feeling of the hole pulsing rhythmically against his finger sent Marcus roaring over the edge in a shattering release.
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Turning on his side to face Esca, Marcus was unable to keep the grin off his face as he touched his fingers to the pale face and felt the trace of a beard, running his thumb over Esca’s lips as they raised into a smile. The sight left an ache in his chest and leaning forward, Marcus gently kissed him, their tongues swirling languidly together. The reality was better than anything he’d imagined and he prayed to Venus that this wasn’t a dream he would suddenly awake from.
There was something Marcus had to know, so he gently pulled back from the kiss. “How long have you wanted this?”
“Since that day I left you with the eagle at the river. As I was running to find Guern, I realised for the first time since the arena that I had a reason to live - I wanted to live and to be with you.”
The words made Marcus’ heart clench and leaning forward, he held Esca’s eyes as he kissed him, eventually pulling away.
“Why have you not spoken about this before?”
Esca extended his hand and ran a finger down Marcus’ stubbled cheek. “The same reason you didn’t. I was waiting for a sign - something to tell me you felt as I do.”
“I do.” Marcus could say no more, not yet ready to divulge the depth of his feelings. “Haeret lateri lethalis arundo.”
“Yes,” Esca quietly agreed.
Outside, a cock crowed, breaking the moment.
“We should get up,” Marcus said reluctantly, pushing himself up onto his elbows. “The farm won’t run itself.”
“Why? There’s nothing urgent to do today. We’ve fixed the barn and anyway, you should rest.”
Marcus grinned down at Esca. “If we stay here, I don’t think either of us will be getting any rest.”
“I’ll make sure you keep the weight off your leg,” Esca said and then disappeared under the fur. A moment later, Marcus’ cock was engulfed in warm, wet heat.
A part of him was shocked that Esca would do such a thing, but it was only a very small part. The rest of him lay back and pushing the fur away, watched with undisguised delight.
*End*
Sorry it's not as much h/c as I'd originally intended, but they got away from me as I was writing!
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<333
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And yes, totally protective!esca and cuddly!marcus both in love, but too unsure to say anything... :)
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Feel free to post this elsewhere as well, if you want to, as I'm not sure how many are still tracking this fest.
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U loved this line:to feel his hands all over his body not to relax, but to arouse.
“Since that day I left you with the eagle at the river. Oh my heart!
lovely - I wonder what happened on their day off ;D
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