Marcus had seen many tattoos back in Rome, but they had only been on slaves or criminals. It wasn’t until he came north that he noticed some soldiers also had tattoos. At first he wondered if they were in fact slaves or criminals, but were soon to discover that the Romans by the wall had their own traditions.
The simple thought of receiving a tattoo was of course alien to him at that time, but as he stayed longer in the strange land where they branded people of high importance, his view on the matter gradually changed.
Often as he lay next to Esca at night he let his fingers move across the tattooed arm. As he was still some Roman he struggled to touch the tattoo without feeling like it was wrong, not because he was touching something which was more personal to Esca, but because he’d always stayed away from anyone with tattoos, in the sexual way of course. That left him with few options for sexual partners, but he always found a few men who were unbranded and willing. Esca’s tattoo did not stop him from courting the man once they had returned the eagle, but it still made him feel strange whenever they were together in a sexual way.
Having lived with Esca on the small farm they purchased for almost ten years earlier, he decided it was time to become a true northman. With Esca’s help, they decided that Marcus should have a border of a northern design of eagles around his right arm.
He lost track of how long they sat in that same position, Esca next to him, pricking his skin with the needle time after time before rubbing the the ink into his skin. Whenever the pain was too much Esca would comfort him by leaning over and kissing him, or stroking his arm in a sensual way, or even whispering sweet or erotic words which would either calm or excite Marcus.
Once fully done Esca carefully bandaged the arm and then leaned closer and pulled Marcus into a deep kiss which deepened as the flesh between Marcus’ legs hardened.
“I can’t wait to see how it looks once healed.”
“Until then I’m sure we can have some other fun,” Marcus said and used his left arm to pull Esca closer, deepening the kiss, making sure Esca did not miss any of the hints, not that Esca ever missed them.
The simple thought of receiving a tattoo was of course alien to him at that time, but as he stayed longer in the strange land where they branded people of high importance, his view on the matter gradually changed.
Often as he lay next to Esca at night he let his fingers move across the tattooed arm. As he was still some Roman he struggled to touch the tattoo without feeling like it was wrong, not because he was touching something which was more personal to Esca, but because he’d always stayed away from anyone with tattoos, in the sexual way of course. That left him with few options for sexual partners, but he always found a few men who were unbranded and willing. Esca’s tattoo did not stop him from courting the man once they had returned the eagle, but it still made him feel strange whenever they were together in a sexual way.
Having lived with Esca on the small farm they purchased for almost ten years earlier, he decided it was time to become a true northman. With Esca’s help, they decided that Marcus should have a border of a northern design of eagles around his right arm.
He lost track of how long they sat in that same position, Esca next to him, pricking his skin with the needle time after time before rubbing the the ink into his skin. Whenever the pain was too much Esca would comfort him by leaning over and kissing him, or stroking his arm in a sensual way, or even whispering sweet or erotic words which would either calm or excite Marcus.
Once fully done Esca carefully bandaged the arm and then leaned closer and pulled Marcus into a deep kiss which deepened as the flesh between Marcus’ legs hardened.
“I can’t wait to see how it looks once healed.”
“Until then I’m sure we can have some other fun,” Marcus said and used his left arm to pull Esca closer, deepening the kiss, making sure Esca did not miss any of the hints, not that Esca ever missed them.
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