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... )
"Let me see."
Esca rocks back on his heels, and with his eyes closed content, spreads his thighs to give a show of his hardness, red and veined, bulging in the shuffling circle of his fist.
He looks to be in ecstasy at what he does, for his breaths are anchored by moans, and his lean body shudders tighter with each second.
Marcus stares between Esca's hardened nipples and his livid, stroked prick, and burns badly for his mouth on his cock again. He does not even need to ask, for no sooner is the thought live in his head than Esca bends, and having built the enthusiasm, with his hand shoring it at the base, he takes it down whole.
Marcus grows impossibly thick in his throat and as he is pulled out past the soaked heat of his mouth pleasure shoots through him so intensely that its almost painful. He groans deep and struggles not to grip his head, wanting to control him, to make him leave off or suck at his will, knowing he should not.
As Esca draws off his hardness panting for breath he rubs faster between his legs with his hand. Then erratically he stills the hand, squeezing himself hard with a rasping, still breathless, sigh, and sinks mouth down on Marcus' stood straight cock again.
Its too much, and Marcus wants to spill down his open wetness at once, sure that it will only take a few more exposures to it before he does, but then, as Esca withdraws this second time he settles a hand on his hip - holding him back from thrusting into him for the first time.
His expression is a little sheepish or put out, but his eyes, hard on him, are dark with arousal this time instead of misery as he asks.
"Do you want to mount me?"
Before he answers Esca faces away between his legs, pushing his rounded arse toward him.
Marcus strokes himself looking at the sight of his tiny hole, and thinks of his whole form, sleek and hard, all to protect this vulnerable little pink cleft. Marcus slicks his fingers with oil and pushes them up inside him. Lust lends a ruthless streak, and he does not care if the boy squirms beneath him, or that he continues to when the fingers are replaced by his oiled cock, just pushes on.
Esca's head sinks low, bearing the force of Marcus' large body butting against him as he plunges his stiffness into his hole.
There is not enough to slicken them and Esca's tight passage frictions Marcus, it is darkly wondrous for a time but quickly becomes a chore, so Marcus pulls back, still attached to him by his hard cock which he covers in the oil. When he slides back inside this time wet and efficient, Esca makes a small soft sound of pleasure, and his arse stops being a thing that is fucked, but rotates and pushes back.
Elated by his wriggling Marcus whispers at him as he thrusts.
"I'm going to fuck you so well."
At once Esca goes from openness to clenching down, making it pain again to fuck him, pain and effort. Marcus moans guturally, pushing up into him harder and at an angle, and it seems that it's this retaliation that Esca wants, for his breaths become groans too.
Soon he is loose again and moaning.
Marcus pounds his hips in a slower, harder, rocking against him that they both grunt at, pleasure too enormous for heavy breathing to be enough. They are together, grunting with every push in, in duet.
"Do I feel good?"
Marcus asks, liking the reassurance of praise, aware that Esca has been almost entirely silent.
Esca looks at Marcus over his shoulder, but he is incapable of expression, his eyes are unfocused, he is flushed and stolen by arousal, every muscle gentle, pliable.
"Do you want me to fist your prick?"
Marcus asks.
"No." Esca says, as harshly as he can whilst still high on arousal. Esca then rolls his own spine back hard and reacting to the flare of pleasure it gives him, does it again and then again until he is moaning and Marcus feels he is being fucked rather than the other way around.
Marcus leans forward to kiss him repeatedly, sometimes missing his lips and just catching the flushed skin of his cheek. Whenever he does connect with his mouth Esca whimpers, and this smallest sign of surrender stirs Marcus' insides so hard that he can feel his orgasm building up inside him.
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and I still love the fucked up harsh-tender dynamics between them here.
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Marcus speeds his hips, thrusting his cock hard and continuous into Esca. Then, from ramming, he seizes in him held, and comes, shooting warm and deep.
The moment he slides out Esca is on his back, pulling furiously at his stiffness, panting and whimpering, desperate to come.
"I thought you had no need of fisting." Marcus says to him.
Esca does not answer just looks to him, eyes lustful and lidded as he palms himself.
Marcus is not fond of cock sucking, but drawn in by the glorious sight of the boy taking his pleasure he sinks his head low and licks a stripe up Esca's hardness. It is red hot and enthralled by it's heat and heaviness against his lips Marcus tongues up it again. Esca whimpers and arches upwards, gasping.
Marcus replaces his mouth with his hand and Esca lifts his hips up and down fucking into his grip. His eyes are mesmerising, their clear blue emphasised by the flushed red of his face. They lock on Marcus in challenge so he stares back and bids of him.
"Show me how you liked to receive my seed."
Esca's whole rib cage shudders at the words, his breath too fast and thick. His eyes close, his back arches, then his frictioned hot prick emits, spattering all over his belly, the semi transluscent white arching over Marcus' grip.
"I see it was plenty." Marcus says with a laugh.
Esca's eyes flash open again he spits.
"Surely you already felt and heard it was plenty."
Marcus stares at Esca, his gorgeous face resetting to its normal colour and severe seperation. Impulsively he puts a swirling finger in the cum on Esca's tummy.
Sensitive after his orgasm Esca shivers desperately at the touch, undermining his detachment but all the same he pulls away, tunic back on over the mess of his come, face reset sullen, clearly wanting to be anywhere but there.
The conflict and inequality between them, barely held at bay by sex, resets now the task is completed.
"I have to go, I have jobs to do. In this place you must catch each seperate problem before it spins beyond control. It's joyless dominoes."
He leaves without word from Marcus, or real interest in him.
The left behind sweat of their conjunction and connection warms Marcus all over for a while, but it surrenders to the air soon enough, leaving him feeling very cold.
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This is so messed up, so why did my pants just catch on fire??
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Having no intention to move on just yet, Marcus wakes late. The day dawns clear and bright, as though the wind hadn't stirred the night before, and he wonders if it was truly as bad out there as it had seemed and sounded. His other wonder, as has been the case ever since he first laid eyes on him, is Esca.
Fucking him was satisfying, nothing like having other boys he has paid, because Esca's surrender was not bought and taken, but fought for and only partially won. Thrilled by a challenge, Marcus finds he still wants the boy with the same lust as before he fucked him.
He thinks to himself that he will have to make visits here a regular occurrence.
*
Dressed and awake Marcus drifts to the centre building of the villa where the older woman sits, her limbs wrapped in a shawl. She looks tired, older than when he saw her the night before, she has probably been without sleep.
"Where is Esca please?"
"He is dealing with our landlord." She looks sadly at him, then as if deciding to trust him, or tempt him to offer help, she says.
"He has given us a bill which we three, a widow, a young girl and a workless youth have no hope of paying."
"Tell me where I can find him?" Marcus asks her, eager to get to Esca and deal with this.
"In the far room at the end."
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The curtain to the room is threadbare and transparent with the light behind it. Through it Marcus sees Esca standing near a tall thin boy, with dark hair, and a handsome enough sort of a face.
"I've told your father already, we do not have the money here." Esca says to him, voice strident. Then he looks up and searching out the taller youth's eyes with a strange strain of tenderness asks. "As last time?"
"I can't keep doing this."
"What percentage would you wave?" Esca is bold and aggressive, only a foolish man would argue.
"Only a very small amount. I shouldn't be doing this at all Esca."
"I know." Esca says. He smiles, but it pains Marcus to see him give it, and it is gone from his face so quickly that it may as well not have been there.
"So you will give us a longer time to live here?"
"It is only my fondness for you that encourages me. You know this?" The boy says instead of agreeing.
"Yes. I live because of your fondness. I thank you for it."
Marcus can't see Esca's face, and doesn't know whether this is genuine thanks or the cheap manipulation of a worker with a buyer.
The youth unties his braccae with one hand and places the other, heavy and impelling, on Esca's shoulder. Then he says.
"Down then."
When Esca complies he settles a hand on the back of his mouse brown head, pushing his mouth to his dick.
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Marcus thinks with irritation that is not need guiding the others hips, but sheer stupidity and cruelty.
Nonetheless Esca is good and responsive, even to this, and moves onto his haunches to better accommodate him. As Marcus watches the receiver carelessly thrusts, and Esca kneels there still, his mouth being taken.
"I think todays debt is larger than your throat don't you?"
Esca agrees, stands up and turns. Wiping his mouth, he looks up over the curtain Marcus is behind. Marcus thinks he can tell he is there, but he looks away from it just as quickly.
Esca kneels again, facing Marcus this time, arse facing toward the young man.
"Get these down." The young man says of his braccae. Esca yanks them down enough, for then the other moves onto him. He spits into his palm but with no other preparation fucks into Esca whose face is pain and protest.
The taker thrusts constant, thudding hard into him, with attendant smacks of thighs.
Marcus wants to stop this, but for all his beauty Esca is a whore and this is his duty.
Marcus thinks on Esca as he had been, the night before, proud and noble, bought but never passive, and knows he will never forgive himself for seeing him submit in such a horrible way. Having no wish to cause him indignity he tears his eyes from the scene and turns away, waiting in the alcove, not facing the curtain, until the unbearable sound of rustling and smacking, ends in a choked cry of ecstasy.
When he looks through the curtain again the young man has spent and resettles his clothing.
Esca is already laced up again, clearly wanting to escape.
Marcus gives them another few seconds and enters.
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