Thank you Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness for looking this over for me, you help is very much appreciated.
A warning readers this one shot has sex in it, well most of it is sex between two men.
This is a very short one shot, the characters talked about in this short chapter has to do with two characters from Nobleman's Revenge.
So if anyone can figure out who the other one in this dream is gets a cookie. (grins)
There will be more of these chapters as Nobleman's Revenge progresses. These chapters are to give a deep look at my character things that wouldn't fit into the story so I'm putting them here. Hope you enjoy.
Leave a review and let me know what you think.
A young tanned, callused hand, caressed a chiselled cheek, searching, yearning for him.
The other watching, waiting, his amber eyes dark with desire. He leans forward, his lips brushing against wet glistening lips, testing, teasing, smiling slightly at the other's gasp. His tongue sweeping across smooth silky lips, entering the dark chamber, taking advantage of the other's gasp. He relishes the ripe, sweet taste of the other, his hand lace through dark thick hair, deepening the kiss until the other groans pressing his firm body against his hard chiselled body.
Tongues tasting, duelling, tangling together as hands grasp solid muscles covered with clothing.
Moans of frustration could be heard from them both, cloth being ripped, dark hands meeting solid flesh laced with scars as they tumble to the bed. Murmured words mixed with sighs of passion.
Thick shiny black hair tossed across a pillow. Tanned skins clashing, mouths meeting, hot breaths mingling, groans of passion as hands caress each other. Mouth explore, tasting, searching making the younger one writhes as he stares at his lover with heated blue eyes that reminded him of an ocean.
Light blue eyes stared deeply into amber eyes, legs tangled together as bodies come together. Words of passion whispered to each other. Bodies uniting as one, a cry of pain and passion echo in the air. Virginity lost, given willingly to his lover.
Murmurs calm, sooth, while hands cup, stroke smooth skin bring the other closer to his peak making the pain a distant memory. Gentle thrusts turn into a quick, fast, hard, rhythm that drives them both to the brink.
One cries out his release as the other fades….
He awakes, sweat covering his body, head buried in his hands as he sits there shaking, a single tear slips free before he hardens his heart once again. He looks around his empty barren tent and remembers what once was but could never be again.
"I'm sorry…." He whispers, to the man in the memory. The only one he ever….