His back tingled where Lasha had marked him. His issue felt thick and hot on Taras' skin, like tattooed droplets, more potent than the fine glaze of sweat that sheened his broad back.
He swallowed, feeling himself shiver.
"Moved like the earth," he muttered, breath hushed against the sheets, barely audible.
He raised his head slightly and glanced back at Lasha. He could see Lasha out of the corner of his eye, resting against him, behind him, breathing hard. Taras liked seeing him like that, not quite perfectly composed, like Taras could move him as well.
"I do respect you. More than anyone. That's not how I meant it. It's not that. I don't know. It's different in my head when it's about me."
Taras felt like he was just on the verge of understanding something elusive and important, a concept he could not fully put into words. Lasha's explanation burned quietly in the back of his mind.
"But that wasn't bad. I would do that, if I were a gladiator."
His thighs felt lightly chafed and sensitive. He closed his eyes and rested his head, liking the awareness he felt there.
"Maybe I'd do more."
After a second, Taras realized what he had said. His breath hitched slightly, eyes going wide.
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Date: 2009-09-26 10:17 pm (UTC)His back tingled where Lasha had marked him. His issue felt thick and hot on Taras' skin, like tattooed droplets, more potent than the fine glaze of sweat that sheened his broad back.
He swallowed, feeling himself shiver.
"Moved like the earth," he muttered, breath hushed against the sheets, barely audible.
He raised his head slightly and glanced back at Lasha. He could see Lasha out of the corner of his eye, resting against him, behind him, breathing hard. Taras liked seeing him like that, not quite perfectly composed, like Taras could move him as well.
"I do respect you. More than anyone. That's not how I meant it. It's not that. I don't know. It's different in my head when it's about me."
Taras felt like he was just on the verge of understanding something elusive and important, a concept he could not fully put into words. Lasha's explanation burned quietly in the back of his mind.
"But that wasn't bad. I would do that, if I were a gladiator."
His thighs felt lightly chafed and sensitive. He closed his eyes and rested his head, liking the awareness he felt there.
"Maybe I'd do more."
After a second, Taras realized what he had said. His breath hitched slightly, eyes going wide.