The Paradox
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,198
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Rainstorms
The rainstorms came earlier that year than usual. It was a revelation to Alecto in his first fully consenting relationship just how much desire could stir within him. When Aulus returned to the slave quarters drenched with rain and shivering from the cold, Alecto could barely tear his eyes away from him. His hair, his jaw, his torso, gleaming as the light from the oil-lamp flickered.
Aulus knelt on his bed and reached for the blanket. His eyes flashed as he glanced over and Alecto, sitting in the shadows. Alecto crawled forwards, nuzzling his neck, breathing warmth onto his shivering shoulders.
“Shall I warm you up, Aulus?” The rainwater on his skin moistened Alecto’s lips, and instinctively, he licked and tasted sweat. Aulus shuddered again, but the boy felt sure that it was not from cold this time. With confident ease, Alecto slipped his thin little arms around Aulus’ shoulders and slid himself into the older man’s embrace.
“Oh, my little one,” Aulus murmured, clutching his back and pulling him close. With the boy in his arms, the strong slave felt himself pulled not only by lust for the sweet young body, but also by the alien sensation of tender, selfless love. He touched the boy’s hair, kissed his throat, wrapped his arms around his wait and held on, tightly.
Forgetting his intent; to play the seductress, Alecto instead melted into the older man’s embrace. He too entwined his fingers into Aulus’ hair and pressed his cheek against the chiselled jaw as Aulus held him and kissed him. They tumbled back on the pallet bed together.
Alecto felt a cold hand, trembling slightly, tracing a line down his chest. Trembling also, he parted his thighs as Aulus caressed his groin briefly, but he moved his hand quickly to stroke the curves of his ass. Without even a word, Alecto leaned forward and turned himself around on the bed, kneeling, waiting.
He heard the rustle of cloth as Aulus fumbled to remove his breechcloth, and then felt a shudder of excitement pass down his spine as he heard Aulus spit on his fingers. He squirmed under the touch as Aulus fingers probed and stretched the inside of him, but he had learned now enough not to make a sound.
The contrast from his master’s bed was so strange. Aulus had no soft bed, no fine oils to ease himself in; the rough straw mattress and spit were all he had to offer, and yet they felt good, better even. Though he knew Aulus lust was tempered with tenderness, the passion in his touch was never lacking. The pleasure slave who had been bedded by a thousand pigs was still amazed and thankful he could find such pleasure in sex…but this was a thought for afterwards, and not for now. Now he squirmed and arched his back as the head of Aulus’ cock touched his opening.
Alecto had such small hips, such slender, childish hips. A child. A beautiful one, but still only a boy. But he didn’t act like one. Not now, as he was kneeling on a pallet with a man’s cock thrust inside him. He moved his hips and reached back to touch his lover’s cheek. He had the experience of one twice his age.
Aulus felt control slipping from him, dangerously. He grasped at the boy’s hips and pulled them towards him. Alecto’s skilled movements had given wonderful pleasure, but it was not what he sought now; it was release, only release. The boy was supple beneath him, yielding to every stroke and yet still arching his back, panting, and tossing his head. As he ran a hand along his side, Aulus felt the sweat forming upon him. He bent his neck; sacrificing his rhythm for a moment, to run his tongue alone his spine, pressing his lips against his shoulder blades.
When Aulus control wavered, he finally came, growling deep in his throat. He withdrew himself from the boy, and as he did the young body collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Without even an attempt to move himself, he lay face down on the bed with his eyes closed, feeling the tingling of his skin and the throbbing inside his anus.
Panting still, Aulus lay down beside Alecto and took the boy into his arms. When he turned towards him and went to kiss his face, Aulus saw that the boy’s lip was bleeding. Tenderly, he touched his cheek, his face creased with concern.
Alecto smiled, shyly…not an expression that he often wore. “I bit my lip.”
“Why?”
“To stop myself from crying out, of course.” Aulus was not to know that it was not a new trick of his. They both knew it was dangerous if their lovemaking was heard by the women in the other room; their gossip would be the quickest way to get word back to Proximo that Aulus was touching his property. It had surprised Alecto to find that being penetrated by Aulus made him want to scream out his pleasure. But the trick of biting his lip to silence himself came from couplings where he had been holding back screams of pain. At that moment he realised how strange it was that the sounds of pleasure were much harder to hold in. Perhaps he was just not used to them.
Apparently, Aulus had not though much further down the line than to take it as a compliment to his skills in bed. He was smiling indulgently, and leaned over to lap up the blood. Alecto sighed a little, but closed his eyes and put his arms up around Aulus’ neck.
From his lips, Aulus moved into gentle kisses and touched the boy’s face. Alecto responded, eagerly, running one hand down his sinewy chest to touch and softly toy with his nipples. It was unusual for Aulus to wish to continue contact after sex; he was worked harder than ever in this cold weather; he would not have the strength. Normally he’d wrap his arms around the little slave-boy and then just fall asleep. To his shame and intrigue, Alecto often found himself somewhat disappointed. His sexual appetite was greater than he could have imagined possible.
Now he virtually slept himself; slipping into a dreamland under the gentle caresses and Aulus’ breath on his skin, hot and heavy. He was nuzzling the boy’s hair now, and now his mouth pressed against his ear. “I love you, little Alecto…” he said. “I love you.”
“And I you.”
Aulus knelt on his bed and reached for the blanket. His eyes flashed as he glanced over and Alecto, sitting in the shadows. Alecto crawled forwards, nuzzling his neck, breathing warmth onto his shivering shoulders.
“Shall I warm you up, Aulus?” The rainwater on his skin moistened Alecto’s lips, and instinctively, he licked and tasted sweat. Aulus shuddered again, but the boy felt sure that it was not from cold this time. With confident ease, Alecto slipped his thin little arms around Aulus’ shoulders and slid himself into the older man’s embrace.
“Oh, my little one,” Aulus murmured, clutching his back and pulling him close. With the boy in his arms, the strong slave felt himself pulled not only by lust for the sweet young body, but also by the alien sensation of tender, selfless love. He touched the boy’s hair, kissed his throat, wrapped his arms around his wait and held on, tightly.
Forgetting his intent; to play the seductress, Alecto instead melted into the older man’s embrace. He too entwined his fingers into Aulus’ hair and pressed his cheek against the chiselled jaw as Aulus held him and kissed him. They tumbled back on the pallet bed together.
Alecto felt a cold hand, trembling slightly, tracing a line down his chest. Trembling also, he parted his thighs as Aulus caressed his groin briefly, but he moved his hand quickly to stroke the curves of his ass. Without even a word, Alecto leaned forward and turned himself around on the bed, kneeling, waiting.
He heard the rustle of cloth as Aulus fumbled to remove his breechcloth, and then felt a shudder of excitement pass down his spine as he heard Aulus spit on his fingers. He squirmed under the touch as Aulus fingers probed and stretched the inside of him, but he had learned now enough not to make a sound.
The contrast from his master’s bed was so strange. Aulus had no soft bed, no fine oils to ease himself in; the rough straw mattress and spit were all he had to offer, and yet they felt good, better even. Though he knew Aulus lust was tempered with tenderness, the passion in his touch was never lacking. The pleasure slave who had been bedded by a thousand pigs was still amazed and thankful he could find such pleasure in sex…but this was a thought for afterwards, and not for now. Now he squirmed and arched his back as the head of Aulus’ cock touched his opening.
Alecto had such small hips, such slender, childish hips. A child. A beautiful one, but still only a boy. But he didn’t act like one. Not now, as he was kneeling on a pallet with a man’s cock thrust inside him. He moved his hips and reached back to touch his lover’s cheek. He had the experience of one twice his age.
Aulus felt control slipping from him, dangerously. He grasped at the boy’s hips and pulled them towards him. Alecto’s skilled movements had given wonderful pleasure, but it was not what he sought now; it was release, only release. The boy was supple beneath him, yielding to every stroke and yet still arching his back, panting, and tossing his head. As he ran a hand along his side, Aulus felt the sweat forming upon him. He bent his neck; sacrificing his rhythm for a moment, to run his tongue alone his spine, pressing his lips against his shoulder blades.
When Aulus control wavered, he finally came, growling deep in his throat. He withdrew himself from the boy, and as he did the young body collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Without even an attempt to move himself, he lay face down on the bed with his eyes closed, feeling the tingling of his skin and the throbbing inside his anus.
Panting still, Aulus lay down beside Alecto and took the boy into his arms. When he turned towards him and went to kiss his face, Aulus saw that the boy’s lip was bleeding. Tenderly, he touched his cheek, his face creased with concern.
Alecto smiled, shyly…not an expression that he often wore. “I bit my lip.”
“Why?”
“To stop myself from crying out, of course.” Aulus was not to know that it was not a new trick of his. They both knew it was dangerous if their lovemaking was heard by the women in the other room; their gossip would be the quickest way to get word back to Proximo that Aulus was touching his property. It had surprised Alecto to find that being penetrated by Aulus made him want to scream out his pleasure. But the trick of biting his lip to silence himself came from couplings where he had been holding back screams of pain. At that moment he realised how strange it was that the sounds of pleasure were much harder to hold in. Perhaps he was just not used to them.
Apparently, Aulus had not though much further down the line than to take it as a compliment to his skills in bed. He was smiling indulgently, and leaned over to lap up the blood. Alecto sighed a little, but closed his eyes and put his arms up around Aulus’ neck.
From his lips, Aulus moved into gentle kisses and touched the boy’s face. Alecto responded, eagerly, running one hand down his sinewy chest to touch and softly toy with his nipples. It was unusual for Aulus to wish to continue contact after sex; he was worked harder than ever in this cold weather; he would not have the strength. Normally he’d wrap his arms around the little slave-boy and then just fall asleep. To his shame and intrigue, Alecto often found himself somewhat disappointed. His sexual appetite was greater than he could have imagined possible.
Now he virtually slept himself; slipping into a dreamland under the gentle caresses and Aulus’ breath on his skin, hot and heavy. He was nuzzling the boy’s hair now, and now his mouth pressed against his ear. “I love you, little Alecto…” he said. “I love you.”
“And I you.”