Like the Tide, 4/?templemarkerAugust 10 2011, 05:45:49 UTC
All too soon Marcus heard the first drops of rain against the walls of the bothy, and stirred the pot while stretching out his sore muscles. No new-green centurion he, not any longer. As the time passed and the sun drew herself from the sky, Marcus checked at the realization Esca had not yet returned to him, to their shared porridge and warm-orange fire and the fine scent of thyme and sweat in the air. He turned, and didn't see Esca in the door way; Marcus went there himself to find his erstwhile companion
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Like the Tide, 5/8templemarkerAugust 10 2011, 05:47:17 UTC
At that moment, as if Esca had heard his thoughts, Esca turned. Some otherworldy creature, some pagan god, and yet he was coming towards Marcus and not escaping into the forest like the end of a mad singer's tale.
"You're wet," Marcus managed, speaking a bit louder to be heard over the din of the rain against the ground.
Esca gifted him with a smile, transforming his face. This was what Marcus woke in the morning for, a glimpse of this next to him. "So dry me off, centurion," he said, want shading his meaning into something made for the shared pine-boughs of their bedding.
Marcus reached out a hand and placed it to the join of Esca's neck, squeezing lightly and feeling Esca shiver. "Mithras grant me the joy of you," he said roughly, and drew him close to slant his mouth over Esca's own.
Like the Tide, 6/8templemarkerAugust 11 2011, 06:24:47 UTC
Esca's body was rain-slick against his own, and Marcus marveled again as he had every day since they began this at how solid Esca felt under his hands. Esca was generally a demanding lover, sparing no quarter for Marcus' occasional hesitations. He drew his hands into Marcus' overlong hair and licked into Marcus' mouth. The sound Marcus made was one he'd flush to hear at any other time, but in the privacy of their home, with only hot breath between them, Marcus allowed himself the freedom to make noise
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Like the Tide, 7/8templemarkerAugust 11 2011, 06:25:12 UTC
Esca steered them to the corner of the bothy that held their bedding and with a gentle shove pushed Marcus to lie back. Esca dropped atop him, sure of his landing. They kissed again, languorous heat twining between them, and Marcus let Esca arrange him as he wished
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Like the Tide, 8/8templemarkerAugust 11 2011, 06:25:51 UTC
When Esca came, it slicked the way for his final few thrusts, and Esca held himself upright though his arms began to tremble. His eyes opened to slits, and Marcus met them soundly, cupping the side of Esca's face and knowing his own more than gave away his heart
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"You're wet," Marcus managed, speaking a bit louder to be heard over the din of the rain against the ground.
Esca gifted him with a smile, transforming his face. This was what Marcus woke in the morning for, a glimpse of this next to him. "So dry me off, centurion," he said, want shading his meaning into something made for the shared pine-boughs of their bedding.
Marcus reached out a hand and placed it to the join of Esca's neck, squeezing lightly and feeling Esca shiver. "Mithras grant me the joy of you," he said roughly, and drew him close to slant his mouth over Esca's own.
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