Fill 'Blue for you' Part 6a
anonymous
April 30 2011, 23:37:40 UTC
Sorry for the delay in posting this and once again thank you for all the lovely comments, they encourage me to keep going when RL conspires against me.
When he surfaces from the pool with his back to Marcus, Esca has his eyes tightly closed and he grips the edge of the pool with a grip so hard he thinks the tesserae might well come away in his hands. From behind he hears a startled gasp...and then nothing.
He waits stiffly, for something, anything, some sort of response from the centurion. The muscles in his shoulders and back spasm from being tensed so long and after another long moment he has to know. Taking a deep breath he turns his head to peer over his shoulder at the Roman.
Marcus' mouth forms a soft delicious O of surprise; his eyes are wide and dark and Esca has never seen such a look of pure unadulterated desperate lust on anyone's face. The larger man's chest heaves with panting breaths, when he speaks it is in a low hoarse growl and when he raises his gaze from the marking on Esca's back to meet his eyes, Esca feels the searing heat of it run down through his body towards his groin so swiftly that it steals the strength from his legs and he slips clumsily down into the pool.
Marcus' large strong hands seize his shoulders in a grasp so firm that there will surely be bruises tomorrow. Marcus raises him until his back is clear of the water and then steps back still holding his shoulders; Esca can almost feel the heated gaze sweeping again over his newly inked skin. The Roman pants in rough moist gusts that Esca can feel against the back of his neck, making the small hairs there stand up and sending a shiver down his spine that Marcus must feel too.
'Esca...its...' Marcus trails off with a groan and suddenly presses the entire length of his body against Esca, allowing the smaller man to feel exactly how this has affected him. Esca cannot swallow his own groan as he feels the length of Marcus' hard cock driven firmly against the small of his back. Nor can he help the wide grin that stretches across his face. At last he has broken through Marcus' proud stoic Roman sensibilities, and the force of that passion which he has seen most often in displays of anger and violence, is finally being put to its proper use. He pushes back, just a little, against the centurion and is rewarded when Marcus thrusts involuntarily against him with a small cry.
'Marcus,' he huffs in a soft half laugh, 'Marcus, I cannot breathe.' He can almost hear his ribs creaking from the force of the larger man's body crushing him against the wall of the pool. The pressure against his back eases slightly and Esca uses the opportunity to turn swiftly so that now they are pressed together face to face and Marcus can feel Esca's own arousal, know that he too is just as affected , just as needy. He looks up at Marcus and the breath is stolen from his lungs by the desperate look in the Roman's eyes. Esca surges up to finally, finally bring their mouths together because he cannot wait any longer. The kiss is hard and fierce and demanding as lips and teeth and tongues clash together, vying for dominance in this as in everything.
Fill 'Blue for you' Part 6b
anonymous
April 30 2011, 23:57:00 UTC
When Marcus finally pulls back gasping for air, Esca can feel the throb of his cock where it now presses against his stomach, pulsing with the blood which is surging through it with every beat of his heart. Marcus' hands have crept back to Esca's tattoo during the kiss but now they slide lower to grasp his arse and raise Esca against the wall until they are perfectly aligned. At the first rub of their cocks over one another it is Esca's turn to growl. He wraps his legs around Marcus and leans up to sink his teeth into his neck and drive his nails into his back in a primitive urge that is purely take and mark. Marcus lets out an unbelievably erotic noise, half moan, half whimper, his face almost wild with the need for this and Esca knows that neither of them will last long. His hand moves to wrap around their cocks only to find that Marcus' hand is also there and together they grasp and pull, hips driving against one another, working together to drive themselves towards climax.
Esca is dimly aware in the back of his mind of the pain that is the hard edge of the pool being driven into his back as Marcus grinds them against it, but the rush of ecstasy that is finally having Marcus let loose upon him drives it so far into the background that it is only a dim counterpoint to the rising bliss. Every muscle in Marcus' body tenses as he comes against Esca's belly and over their joined hands, his head thrown back, neck shaking as he shouts a wordless cry of joy. It is too much for Esca, the feel of blood-hot fluid against his skin, the sound of the cry in his ears and the sight of the strong column of Marcus' throat with his teeth marks clearly visible. He buries his face against that neck as he follows Marcus over the edge, muffling his own cry there and then pressing his lips to the wildly beating pulse he can feel.
When he surfaces from the pool with his back to Marcus, Esca has his eyes tightly closed and he grips the edge of the pool with a grip so hard he thinks the tesserae might well come away in his hands. From behind he hears a startled gasp...and then nothing.
He waits stiffly, for something, anything, some sort of response from the centurion. The muscles in his shoulders and back spasm from being tensed so long and after another long moment he has to know. Taking a deep breath he turns his head to peer over his shoulder at the Roman.
Marcus' mouth forms a soft delicious O of surprise; his eyes are wide and dark and Esca has never seen such a look of pure unadulterated desperate lust on anyone's face. The larger man's chest heaves with panting breaths, when he speaks it is in a low hoarse growl and when he raises his gaze from the marking on Esca's back to meet his eyes, Esca feels the searing heat of it run down through his body towards his groin so swiftly that it steals the strength from his legs and he slips clumsily down into the pool.
Marcus' large strong hands seize his shoulders in a grasp so firm that there will surely be bruises tomorrow. Marcus raises him until his back is clear of the water and then steps back still holding his shoulders; Esca can almost feel the heated gaze sweeping again over his newly inked skin. The Roman pants in rough moist gusts that Esca can feel against the back of his neck, making the small hairs there stand up and sending a shiver down his spine that Marcus must feel too.
'Esca...its...' Marcus trails off with a groan and suddenly presses the entire length of his body against Esca, allowing the smaller man to feel exactly how this has affected him. Esca cannot swallow his own groan as he feels the length of Marcus' hard cock driven firmly against the small of his back. Nor can he help the wide grin that stretches across his face. At last he has broken through Marcus' proud stoic Roman sensibilities, and the force of that passion which he has seen most often in displays of anger and violence, is finally being put to its proper use. He pushes back, just a little, against the centurion and is rewarded when Marcus thrusts involuntarily against him with a small cry.
'Marcus,' he huffs in a soft half laugh, 'Marcus, I cannot breathe.' He can almost hear his ribs creaking from the force of the larger man's body crushing him against the wall of the pool. The pressure against his back eases slightly and Esca uses the opportunity to turn swiftly so that now they are pressed together face to face and Marcus can feel Esca's own arousal, know that he too is just as affected , just as needy. He looks up at Marcus and the breath is stolen from his lungs by the desperate look in the Roman's eyes. Esca surges up to finally, finally bring their mouths together because he cannot wait any longer. The kiss is hard and fierce and demanding as lips and teeth and tongues clash together, vying for dominance in this as in everything.
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Esca is dimly aware in the back of his mind of the pain that is the hard edge of the pool being driven into his back as Marcus grinds them against it, but the rush of ecstasy that is finally having Marcus let loose upon him drives it so far into the background that it is only a dim counterpoint to the rising bliss. Every muscle in Marcus' body tenses as he comes against Esca's belly and over their joined hands, his head thrown back, neck shaking as he shouts a wordless cry of joy. It is too much for Esca, the feel of blood-hot fluid against his skin, the sound of the cry in his ears and the sight of the strong column of Marcus' throat with his teeth marks clearly visible. He buries his face against that neck as he follows Marcus over the edge, muffling his own cry there and then pressing his lips to the wildly beating pulse he can feel.
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This is as coherent as I can get rn.
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Gnnnnnnnngh, HOT. *FLAILS*
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YES FUCKING YES HIS NECK UNFFFFFFFF
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