Overview

The last thing Leah should be doing in a brothel is forming attachments, but as he gets closer to remote, reserved Gaius, he may be treading on thin ice. When a training session goes completely off the rails Leah must decide whether it's worth the risk to heat things up- and whether he can do it without putting them both in danger of retribution.

Warning: this 9000 word erotic story contains explicit gay sex, whipping, and rough sex.

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Excerpt:

He wanted Gaius. He wanted Gaius with an intensity that he'd never felt before, because it wasn't love, or at the very least not love as he recognized it. It was something rawer and uglier and realer. He nipped at Gaius' lips with frantic intensity. Skated his hands up Gaius' bare chest for the way he twitched when Leah caught the edge of a welt. Ground his body against Gaius' to feel the heat of him. Slowly, Gaius started to respond, and when he broke and gave in in earnest it was like being trapped in a hurricane.

Gaius took him by the hips and whirled him around to slam him up against the wall. His kisses weren't gentle. He ravaged Leah's mouth, sucking his lips swollen and dragging his teeth along tender flesh. He rolled his hips against Leah and Leah could feel the bulge of his cock through too-thin fabric; Leah groaned. He was painfully hard already. His hips moved in little jerks and the confinement of his clothing was torturous. When Gaius slipped a leg between his thighs he rutted against it as shamelessly as an animal.

He gasped and whined and hung on, and Gaius bit an oval of tooth-marks into his collarbone. "God," said Leah, "Gaius, please."

"Please what?"

"I don't know." Leah winced as Gaius dragged his teeth back across the mark. It made his cock jump and his toes curl. "Fuck."

Gaius tore at Leah's trousers and shoved them down around his hips. Leah's cock sprang out and he moaned at the touch of cold air on his skin. Gaius crushed him up against the wall with a ferocity that bordered on the animal. Leah didn't care. All he wanted was this, something sharp and physical and real that would drive everything else out of his head, scrub his mind blank and leave nothing behind.