He would never have allowed
it on his own.
There were things that Men did not do, even though they
might turn to each other on those darkest of nights without
even the glowing Moon to give them dreams of home. They
might allow a touch, rough and quick with elbows clashing
and breathing harsh. A small burst of relief to chase away
shadows and invite sleep into their bedrolls.
That they might allow, but no more, certainly they would
never find themselves skin to skin with another man, hands
clenched into sweaty hanks of hair as they were taught
certain skills of lips and tongue that they might never have
known otherwise, even in their most shameful of dreams.
He would not have allowed it but for a coaxing touch and
utterances of lips, soft and tainted with bitterness, and he
certainly would not have kissed that mouth, knowing where it
had so recently been.
A murmured word that did not carry in the night air, the
voice low and rough, poisoning him with lust even as it
filled his overwhelmed senses with one simple sound.
"Please."
He would not have allowed it if not for the defiling of his
sanity, the subtle rape of his dignity and instead he caught
that treacherous face between his hands and held it still
for his kisses, savoring the bitter taste of his own
corruption.
-Finis-
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