Prompt Post 2
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- MORE MOD NOTES: Alright guys I know this fandom is really into historical accuracy and all that jazz but here's the thing. This is a KINK MEME and therefore historical accuracy is not ( Read more... )
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If Esca's presence at Hadrian's had increased since his encounter with the shy stranger through the gloryhole, no one mentioned it. He spends his evenings dancing, drinking, and having a good time, but turning down every guy who hits on him. His focus is always covertly directed towards the bathroom door - watching for the tall stranger with the teasing mouth.
Esca's not sure he'd know him if he saw him on the street, but his hulking form in the darkness of the bar is burned into Esca's mind, and it's several weeks before Esca finally spots him again. Esca's in the middle of the dance floor when he catches sight of the stranger, moving on the outskirts of the dance floor, head lowered, face turned away from the prying eyes of the crowd despite the fact that no one's watching him.
No one except Esca.
He sees the man heading directly towards the bathroom, and Esca pushes his way through the crowd of dancing patrons, trying to catch up to him. A ridiculous pang of jealousy hits him as he spots another guy heading in the direction of the bathroom, and Esca increases his pace. It's quite likely that the other guy is heading to the urinals, but Esca's sure as hell not risking anyone else finding the stranger in the stall before he can get there.
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The stranger's cock was beautiful. Uncut, with its piercing glinting in the yellowed light of the bathroom, and the way it tasted and felt as the man fucked Marcus's face was better than he'd hoped. Marcus let himself lose control. Let himself whimper and moan. Let himself beg through the hole, asking to be face-fucked, and then losing it completely when the stranger gave him what he'd always wanted and fucked his mouth with that pretty cock.
And yet, the shame he felt when he'd stumbled out of the stall and had to walk through the crowd with a bulge in his pants and the evidence of his desire staining his shirt wasn't something Marcus wanted to put himself through again - he didn't enjoy being judged or ridiculed. From then on, he'd keep his desire to himself. Give people what they expect from him. Let guys blow him, and never voice what he really wanted. It worked too, for a week or so, until Marcus's thoughts drifted back to the filthy glory hole and the beautiful bare cock with the piercing, and the kind voice on the other side encouraging him to continue and gladly giving him what he'd always wanted.
Blowjobs began to end with Marcus shoving his own fingers in his mouth, trying to mask his desperate whimpers as he imagined himself sucking a cock - usually the stranger's. Most guys didn't notice. Too focused on pleasing Marcus, or too drunk to care. One guy misunderstood, and when he grabbed Marcus's hand and sucked on his fingers, Marcus didn't correct him.
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He doesn't expect to encounter the stranger again. Doesn't expect to see that pretty cock, or to ever have that piercing between his teeth again. He keeps his head lowered, avoiding all eye contact, and heads directly for the bathroom and the last stall.
To his relief, it's empty.
It takes only a minute for the door to open, and Marcus listens carefully as footsteps approach. He's less nervous this time, perhaps steeling himself for the encounter, trying to hate it, trying to be disgusted.
He's failing.
He likes the anonymity of the stall. He's still excited and turned on, and he doesn't hate it, despite all his efforts. He wants this. He needs it. He barely notices the piss smell this time, or the new stains that have appeared, his eyes are focused on the hole.
The door to the adjacent stall creaks as it opens, and a shadow moves on the other side of the wall. Marcus doesn't wait for any sort of signal before he sticks his fingers through the hole and repeats his beckoning motion. There's movement again, and the sound of a belt being unbuckled, and it doesn't even occur to Marcus that the sound is familiar until the man on the other side if shoving his dick through the hole.
There's a sharp intake of breath, and it takes a second for Marcus to realize it came from him.
It's the same beautiful cock, uncut and flushed, with its bare pink skin and the silver piercing glinting on the end. The stranger is already hard, leaking, and he's waiting for Marcus's mouth.
Marcus can't mask the loud whimper that escapes him as he falls to his knees.
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See what you've reduced me to?
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I AM AT YOUR FEET. JESUS THIS IS HOT LIKE BURNING COALS.
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OH!
I wasn't expected an update this morning, and LOOK WHO'S THERE **
This is so HOT! God i can't wait to read more, i love it when Marcus can restrain his desires ** oh man this is GOOD! Thank you for the AMAZINGLY HOT story anon <3
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I LOVE YOU NONNY!!
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Esca's been waiting weeks to feel that hot mouth again. Hoping to see the tall stranger in the crowd. Hoping to find him waiting on the other side of the wall.
The whimpers are louder than they were the last time, shameless and needy as the guy sucks Esca into his mouth and nearly swallows him right down his throat. It's all frantic and loud and desperate, and Esca can only thrust through the wall and meet each loud whimper from the guy's mouth with his own moan of pleasure.
Esca's up on his toes, thrusting through the hole and across spit-soaked lips, as his fingers scramble for purchase on the dirty wall. He can feel hot breath on him, and the guy is all lips and teeth and tongue, and Esca doesn't even mind the occasional scrape of teeth because the tease is almost enough to make him blow his load right down the guy's throat.
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He knows he's being too loud, but he suddenly doesn't care. He's been dreaming about that fucking dick with its pink head and hooded skin, and that pretty piercing, and it's finally in his mouth again. He doesn't care if everyone on the dance floor can hear his want and shame.
The guy is moaning on the other side, echoing Marcus's own sounds, and it only pushes Marcus further. He wants to reach through that fucking hole and touch every inch of the stranger's body. He wants to trail his tongue over him and suck his balls into his mouth, and he wants the guy to fuck his face until he can't breath.
But the wall is still in the way, and Marcus can only grab the guy's cock and push the tips of his fingers through the hole, trying desperately to reach more skin.
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He moves a hand down to touch the tips of the stranger's fingers, half expecting the guy to pull away, and when his reach only becomes more frantic, Esca grabs his balls in his hand and pushes them against the hole. The strong fingers scramble against Esca's skin, grabbing and stroking, until he can feel wetness and he realizes the guy's tongue is at the hole, straining to lick him, and Esca curses the last half-inch of space between them.
There's shadowy movement on the other side, and Esca hears the sound of a zipper being pulled down. He's sure the guy is about to jerk himself off, and Esca wants to leave his stall and enter the other one. He wants to bust the weak lock that separates them from prying eyes, and take the stranger's dick in hand and jack him until he shoots across the wall.
But there are rules.
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Marcus doesn't care if it's wrong or dirty because his dick is aching in his pants and he wants this so fucking bad.
He suddenly needs to take his cock out. Needs to jack himself until he's coming and he can't see straight. He fumbles at his zipper with his free hand and barely has it down before he's yanking his dick out and stroking himself, his other hand still wrapped tightly around the stranger's cock as he sucks and licks over it and tries to force his tongue through the hole in the wall.
He's not sure who comes first, he only knows warm liquid is streaming across his tongue and down his throat as his own cock is jerking and he's shooting across the wall. Marcus strokes himself until he's almost oversensitive, his mouth still sucking languidly on the tip of the stranger's dick, until he finally lets his cock fall heavy against his thigh and the last bit of fluid drips on his pant leg.
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