There was something primitive in what he wore, savage in an ancient way, and it reminded him vaguely of a time when he'd been a warrior for a crowd's entertainment but he'd had armor to put on back then, nothing as little as this. The loincloth, the sandals, the leather stitched around his waist where a sword was buckled, some crude thing from ages gone, made of bronze. Where his skin was bare it was painted in blue, war markings in a language of symbols he didn't speak
( ... )
He tensed at the sight of Leon, his eyes raking over the costume with obvious interest. It's intensity grew in single seconds, the bowl of candy pushed out into the hall past Leon as he used the man's legs to pull himself closer. Cigarette dragged out of his mouth and he kissed Leon's knee, then along his thigh. "You haven't said the magic words," he noted, shoving his face under the other man's loincloth as he rose to his knees, absurdity living in his glittered fingers against Leon's skin. His tongue slid against him, licking up the smeared glitter from his mouth and he pulled away too abruptly, falling back on one hand and backtracking in a half assed crawl while taking another pull of the cigarette
( ... )
The doorframe felt like it might splinter under his fingers. He stood there and bore Matt's mouth dragging up his thigh and under the scrap of fabric around his hips; he thought of grasping his hair to keep his face there but he was too wound up to let go of the wood. When the man pulled back he drew in breath and took a look at him again now that the wig had fallen away. He still looked absurd, just not as much as Leon felt, and he stepped into the room with the barest stagger, pushing the door shut behind
( ... )
"I don't want to suck your dick," and maybe the words were a lie but he was used to lying around the things he wanted with this man. The last few times they'd met had been bursts of intensity and left too much unexplained but Leon's clothes pulled him to the Roman baths rather than the zombie infested city and the lush hotel lounge until he was wondering if he could ever feel like a stranger in the same way again. "So maybe you should have let him at it." The refusal to feel jealousy was an old habit and he stared at the red boots his feet were trapped in before pulling a leg in to tug the first one off
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Everything about the night was skewed and drinking had only set him further off-balance. There was a thickness in his chest that refused to move, a feeling like lust swelling out to compress his lungs and squeeze out his breath and he could feel it as he watched Matt crawl closer to him again. He wanted to edge away from him, not sure he could stand having him between his legs when he was dressed like this. Beneath the loincloth was the heaviness of his cock and balls and lust pooling in the pit of his stomach and he couldn't stop imagining a mouth on him, but the brushes of Matt's lips were a torment, not a relief. "Then maybe I'll go back to him," he said in that edged voice and he did move away before Matt could reach him, sidestepping from the table
( ... )
Desire rushed in while he watched Leon take his costume apart to stand there naked and sullen with his hand moving over his dick. Reaction caught hold of him too easily and it was obvious despite his attempt to hold aloof for a moment longer. He could have told Leon that he didn't have any intention of throwing him out but the words were left inside him while he half crawled forward, making it to his feet halfway to Leon only to fall back to his knees when he reached him. The blue markings sprawled over the man's skin called to be licked over and he licked along one at Leon's thigh, following it up as far as he could before Leon's arm blocked him. Holographic lights spun a galaxy into dizzying existence around the room and it felt as exaggerated as his costume
( ... )
He thought of moving away again when Matt approached him but in the end he didn't, he let him come and get on his knees again and lick his way up one of lines of blue war paint, holding himself tense and stoic as though it was a torture to be born while his fingers ran unceasing over his cock. His ribs expanded and contracted in unsteady breath. He felt enormous and swelled, lust pressing out against his skin until it was too tight and chafing on his body, his blood running hot from the drink and from the nearness of this other man before he backed away to the chair. Leon stared back at him, watching his fingers edge under the bright costume, caught by the sight of him reclined and idle in the chair
( ... )
There was something tantalizing about Leon's suggestion but he didn't move yet. He memorized the sight of him against the pillows instead, meeting Leon's eyes when the man looked his way. "If you won me a war prize I wouldn't be very cooperative," he pointed out. "I should be trying to escape instead. Maybe I could try cutting your dick off if you got too close." He didn't have a knife though, which made this nothing more than fanciful thoughts
( ... )
Eyes slitted, he watched Matt get to his feet and go to the dresser and light up, his gaze following the motion of the cigarette to the man's mouth. "If you fought me I'd tie your wrists and your ankles and carry you to my bed over my shoulder." He wanted to go to the other man and take the cigarette from his mouth and suck the taste of him from the end of the filter but he stayed where he was, his breath tightening as he began to lift hips into the motion of his hand. "I'd gag you and fuck you on your knees and tell you you weren't worth my sword, just my cock
( ... )
There was something dangerous to watching Leon too closely. The cigarette smoldered between his fingers, brought to his mouth while the man jerked himself off as if there were nothing else worth existing for but sexual gratification. It didn't seem to matter enough that Leon was drunk, it just made it more exciting. The way the man could turn him on with just a handful of words was embarrassing but that was just a motion too. "Except that's my bed, not yours," he pointed out. The way the lights played against Leon's skin was almost nauseating but he didn't look away. "Maybe you're the one that's been caught instead
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The drink in him made him clumsy, but not enough that he couldn't sidestep the punch and move in while Matt was reaching for the sword, seizing his wrist and dragging him away from it. He caught his other arm too, spinning him around, the motion disorienting and he shoved the man towards the bed in uncoordinated motion, stepping too close to breathe the scent of cigarette smoke from his skin. "If I've been caught you should have tied me. It's too easy to turn on you." He shoved Matt down to the mattress, crawled on top of him and felt like taunting him with their physical differences, with how easy it was to manipulate the other man. How Matt resented him for it. "Now it's too late and you're going to get fucked
( ... )
His cigarette slipped when Leon pulled him away from the sword. His breath caught painfully and, even if the holographic lights hadn't been too useless to see anything, it would have been impossible to find where it'd fallen when the world spun and he was pushed to the bed. His back hit the mattress and Leon was weighing him down to the bed like a shackle that he couldn't free himself from. He did resent him then, every fucking second that passed
( ... )
Matt's hand tightened around him, too hard to be anything but painful; his jaw shifted but he still moved his hips and pushed deliberately into the grasp as though to slide through it, fuck his fingers. He straightened above him, leaning his weight a little into his outstretched arm, pinning the man to the mattress by his throat, his fingers tightening. Only a little, though, nothing like Matt's grip on him. He grunted and grasped after his hand to pry it off him, finger by finger. "If you tore my dick off I'd still find something to shove into you." The words were thick, desire stroking through him as his eyes moved caressingly over the man beneath him. "Maybe I'd fuck you with the sword hilt
( ... )
The world expanded and constricted painfully like his lungs as soon as Leon let go. He shoved himself off his back while Leon moved off the bed, still feeling how he'd been held by the throat as the intent had been burned on his skin. Rubbing at a spot the man's fingers had dug into, Matt stared at him. "I'd rather be fucked by the sword than by you." And it was so fucking easy to say anything as long as it wasn't the truth, as long as it had a chance of leaving some kind of mark. It was the only way he could hurt Leon in moments like this because he'd never been good at overturning Leon when all he had to use against him was himself. Watching the man pick up the belt sent apprehension racing through him and he dragged himself to the other side of the bed, slipping off while Leon climbed on
( ... )
"Come back here." For a few moments he stayed still atop the mattress and only his eyes moved, following every step Matt took. He edged towards the door like he meant to leave but Leon didn't really think he would. There was too much of this thing between them, this gravity always pulling them together. No matter which one of them flirted at abandoning the other they always came back. "I won't tie you up, then. I'll just fuck you." The words sounded like lies even as he said them, though. He wanted to restrain this man. It was Halloween and there was something about this night that breathed dark and twisted things, like the urge to hold Matt down by the throat
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He did but that didn't meant shit. There had never been a moment since they met that Matt hadn't wanted everything Leon offered. If the man had used the belt against him instead of threatening to tie him up with it, he would have wanted that too. The hand around his neck made him shiver with its insinuation but he wanted to feel it tighten again and force the breath out of him too. This game just wasn't bred for it and being restrained only reminded him of how Leon had taunted him to fight him. He jerked his wrists free and this time he aimed for the man's stomach, punching him once and then stepping closer to hit again, slipping around him to move to the table near them
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