Continued from X
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|| NSFW || Pietros’s body nearly reverberated in anticipation, arching his back and lifting his ass to allow Barca better access. He’d been a slave almost his whole life, dominated in every sense of the word, yet when it was Barca who reigned and commanded him, Pietros was completely at his mercy. He relished in being overtaken because this was Barca. Barca, whose ways might be rough and raw, but was trusted and loved by every fiber of Pietros’s being. The joy he felt knowing he could keep up with Barca’s boorish manner and keep him satisfied was what kept an elated smile upon his face.
He dipped his head as he braced against the wall, Barca’s cock sliding between his cheeks. Fuck. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t near enough. A soft sort of whimper coupled with Barca’s name escaped his lips as the gladiator spoke in a deep, hushed voice. A shiver slid down his spine, Barca’s mouth hot upon his neck.
Pietros tossed his head back as Barca slid into him, filling him, pushing the breath straight from his lungs. His own cock straining, tugging at the wound up coil within him that would unleash him in climax - but not yet. No, definitely not yet. He bucked his hips, pushing backwards until Barca was buried to the hilt. An exclamation of pleasure was not to be contained and Pietros writhed under Barca’s control. “B-Barca… haa, more.”
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Pietros’ reaction was music to Barca’s ears. The way he said his name, needing more. His actions all the more encouraging, pushing his own hips back so Barca could delve deeper inside of Pietros. Claiming him, as he would soon fill him with his release. One of Barca’s hands went to Pietros’ cock to grip it, without stroking. Testing to see how hard he was; whether he would be close to coming. Barca’s hands then took position, each one resting against Pietros’ that he pressed against the wall; his lover’s palms flat against it while Barca’s hands pressed on top. “Do not stain wall with release,” he told him, a teasing command in his voice. But, it was not without the promise of release.
Barca’s lips teased the skin that he had nipped into before soothing it with his tongue, hips pushing forward against, a slow thrust with a muffled grunt at the sensation. “Instead, fill my mouth with it.” An offer. A promise, for he would not leave Pietros deprived of pleasure. He enjoyed taking his lover immensely, but he also greatly enjoyed giving him pleasure. To see the expression on his face, to hear the sounds he made. All of it. And the thrill of being able to wrap his lips around him, added enthusiasm to his actions as he thrust into Pietros again, and again, Breathy grunts of pleasure seizing him as he felt small beads of sweat form upon him due to strength and vigor of actions, building a steady momentum.
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