Their eyes locked, and he rode him hard, both panting and moaning, their eyes wide open, Kyle’s arms braced on his shoulders as he pushed back, fucking him back with the same force.
Kyle kissed him, his tongue pushing in. “Come for me...” Marius lost it at that moment, coming deep inside of him, feeling Kyle’s warm cum coat their abs. Kyle scooped a good dose up, licking it off his fingers, leaning down to kiss him, making him taste him, pushing his juice into Marius' mouth, still trapped under his body, not breaking the kiss until he’d swallowed it all. Marius was drenched, dizzy, madly in love, but he stayed quiet, the words on his tongue.
Kyle watched him, mildly amused. “Such a good little cum slut.”
Marius’ eyes gleamed, mildly shocked. “That’s not a way to address your dominus...”
Kyle smirked, his eyes not giving anything away. “You’re not my dominus.”
“Ouch...”
Marius barely breathed, sliding out of him, the slave still straddling him, his arms folded on his chest. “Do you love me, Marius?”
He breathed, almost whispering. “Yes, I do. I love you...”
“Good boy...” Marius closed his eyes and let Kyle’s tongue roam his body.
Clavius and Tertullia were waiting in the dining room, nibbling on some snacks. They had noticed earlier that Marius had disappeared from the garden and Tertullia was thrilled that her plan had worked.
Clavius looked at her. “Where are they?”
She smiled. “It’s not like they have too much choice? Probably in Kyle’s room.”
Clavius scoffed. “Marius is sleeping in the slaves’ quarters? I’ll tease him until his deathbed.”
He laughed, and his wife toasted him. “I do hope that they’re not sleeping, dear. I do hope they’re at it like rabbits.”
Clavius grinned and drank with her, watching still with awe, her eyes shining with mischief, her dimpled cheeks framed by her bouncy curls. “You are a good woman, Tertullia.”
She waved him off, chuckling. “Don’t flatter me, you wild boar.” But her cheeks were flushed, and she secretly loved him to bits in her heart.
They lay in each other’s arms, the bed so narrow that Kyle had to lie almost on top of Marius, wedged against the wall. He propped himself up, gently tracing lazy patterns on Marius’ skin. “You need to go for dinner.”
Marius sighed, his eyes clouding over. “I know...”, but he didn’t move, the silence thick between them, his eyes roaming the room, the bare, cracked walls, the bed’s hard wood digging into his back through the thin mattress. He shifted, his arm numb under Kyle’s weight. “How can you sleep on this?”
Kyle smiled. “It’s better than the floor.”
Marius moaned. “I should just keep my mouth shut.”
Kyle looked at him, his grey eyes calm. “Yes, you should sometimes.”
“Are you still mad at me?”
He mused, tracing his collarbone, sending shivers down Marius’ spine. “Not that much... I get why you did it... but it still hurts. I don’t think you fully understand what it means to a slave to belong to his master... and I love you, it makes it all the more painful.” Marius’ heart raced at his words, but he was still unsure whether he had not pushed him too far. Kyle pushed himself off him, getting up and he pulled him up too. “Let’s get dressed. You shouldn’t make them wait too long.”
He reluctantly obeyed, and Kyle tied his belt, trailing his hand down to his waist. “You’ve lost a lot of weight.” His eyes watched him, playful. “I prefer you with more flesh.”
He had to smile at his allusion. “I’ll eat more, I promise.”
“Great...”—he opened the door, gesturing him out — “Start now? You know the way...”
Marius stopped, hesitating. “You’re not coming?”
Kyle pursed his lips. “Somebody has to serve the food?” Marius’ face fell and Kyle stepped to him, lacing his arms around his neck. “I know you don’t want to leave me but you don’t belong here...” The narrow, dim corridor served a range of doors, the ceiling so low that Marius could almost reach it. Kyle brushed his lips against his. “Go upstairs. I’ll be there soon.”
He nodded, his throat choked, and Kyle let him go, gently shoving him.
Marius walked upstairs, his mind fogged, but his heart beating warmly again, and Clavius rose to greet him, clasping his back. “Come here, big boy! I hope you managed to ‘talk’ through your issues with your love boy?”
