His eyes darted further away, but he could not see Kyle. He looked back at the tearful old man.
“So good that you’re back, dominus...”
Marius’ lips parted to ask a question when Seraphina appeared, and he stepped to her, looking at her huge belly.
She opened her arms to him. “My husband... welcome home.” She beamed at him and pulled his hand to her bump, a small kick making him jump. “Oh, yes... our child is fierce... I pray it’s a boy.”
He looked at her; the moment seeming surreal. She had barely been his wife when he had left, and now she was about to give birth. He looked around and noticed the fresh paint, the new tiles and mosaics, and he frowned. “You redecorated the house?”
She smiled. “Well, at least you’re back for sure... not even a kiss and a ‘how you’re doing my dear wife’?”
He blushed and kissed her lightly, worried that Kyle was still nowhere, but he swallowed the question.
She smiled at his misery. “You should get rid of your armor and get a bath; you must be tired and starving. I’ll send Kyle to your room.” She said it so casually, he froze, but didn’t object and went straight to his room, waiting, his heart in his throat.
Kyle stood in front of the door, his hand on the handle. Marius was in the room... He breathed in deep and pushed the door in, his eyes scanning the room.
Marius looked up when he heard the door open and for a split second, his mind didn’t recognize the young man walking in... until he locked eyes with his grey eyes... and his face fell, his lips parting.What the fuck...
Kyle’s heart skipped a beat when Marius’ blue eyes bore into his and his doubts evaporated. But, he also saw Marius’ shock, and he slowed, hesitating, his voice barely making it past his lips.
“Dominus...”
Marius walked up to him, looking him over. He had waited an eternity for this moment, and now... He looked into Kyle’s eyes, looking for him there, his hand reaching up to stroke the welt on his face, his face darkening with anger.
Kyle felt his heat, the familiar shape of his lips so close, his hand on his skin, his blazing blue eyes, and he felt his love swell. He didn’t dare touch him though, worried sick that he might not love him anymore. He asked softly, his hands going to his armor’s straps. “May I?”
Marius nodded, dazed, and he watched the muscled arms and hands effortlessly unbuckle them, lifting the heavy breastplate off, shedding his leather armor. Only his tunic remained, and Kyle lifted his eyes to him, standing very close, only the thin fabric of their clothes between them.
“Bath?”
Marius’ eyes darkened with lust. “Fuck that…”, he whispered and pulled Kyle into a kiss.
Kyle melted into him, his hands flying to his neck and face, caressing him, opening his mouth wide to his invading tongue. It had been so long, and he had not been sure, but the kiss burst his insecurities apart.
They tore at each other’s clothes, Marius’ hands awakening Kyle’s senses, his hands stroking the Roman’s skin, making him moan. He was much stronger, Marius noticed, but it thrilled him.
They stumbled on the bed and Marius pinned him down, his hair falling into his eyes. “You are so strong, pet... I can fuck your brains out now for hours and you won’t tire.”
Lust and need coursed through Kyle’s body at his words, barely believing that Marius was there, on top of him. Kyle had doubted he could make love to him again, but the feeling had been wiped. It was just the two of them, again, nothing else mattered.
They kissed hard, and Marius felt how Kyle’s body had filled up, all muscles and rock-hard angles. It made him hard, just touching that rippling flesh.
He frowned at the red welts marring his skin, but Kyle kissed him. “Leave it... just love me... fuck me...”
Marius smiled. “Ordering me around?”
“Please...”
“Please, who?”
Kyle looked into his eyes, panting. “Please, Marius...”
The Roman reached over to grab the bottle of oil, coating his fingers, and pushed one, then two in, feeling how tight the young man had become, closing his eyes. “Fuck... I don’t want to hurt you...”
Kyle pushed against his hand. “It doesn’t matter... just take me, please...”
Marius pulled his fingers out and slowly pushed inside of him, stretching him. “Fuck you’re tight...”
