His thighs flexed, responsive now, hips rising and body moving with Lasha's.
"I like that."
He could always picture the things that Ilarion talked about, because Ilarion had a talent for describing them. Taras found he liked that image of himself, dressed in the ancient armor he'd seen in paintings, a warrior, a champion gladiator. Taking women and these catamites up against the wall. Maybe some noblemen as well.
It sounded to Taras like gladiators were prized like animals but treated like men. Feared in the arena and respected by all.
He could feel the pitch of Isaev's thrusts coming harder and stronger, building toward his release. Taras began to find he could enjoy the press of Lasha's body against his, feeling the strength in his frame. Full body contact was something he had always liked.
The path that Lasha's cock took between Taras' thighs throbbed, prickling with heat.
Something occurred to him, a thought that had seeped slowly through his awareness and now bloomed to conscious thought.
His eyes widened slightly.
"Those men, Lasha...those men who wanted the gladiators," he whispered. "It wasn't that they wanted to fuck them because they didn't respect them, was it?"
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Taras shivered under Lasha, gasping softly.
His thighs flexed, responsive now, hips rising and body moving with Lasha's.
"I like that."
He could always picture the things that Ilarion talked about, because Ilarion had a talent for describing them. Taras found he liked that image of himself, dressed in the ancient armor he'd seen in paintings, a warrior, a champion gladiator. Taking women and these catamites up against the wall. Maybe some noblemen as well.
It sounded to Taras like gladiators were prized like animals but treated like men. Feared in the arena and respected by all.
He could feel the pitch of Isaev's thrusts coming harder and stronger, building toward his release. Taras began to find he could enjoy the press of Lasha's body against his, feeling the strength in his frame. Full body contact was something he had always liked.
The path that Lasha's cock took between Taras' thighs throbbed, prickling with heat.
Something occurred to him, a thought that had seeped slowly through his awareness and now bloomed to conscious thought.
His eyes widened slightly.
"Those men, Lasha...those men who wanted the gladiators," he whispered. "It wasn't that they wanted to fuck them because they didn't respect them, was it?"
Taras shuddered, his ass and thighs clenching.
"They wanted to fuck them because they did."