My Love (MxM)
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Thread Topic: My Love (MxM)
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Maurice whimpered, and, in a sudden burst of courage, shoved Edward's hands away with his own. Right after he had done that, though, he knew it had been a bad idea.
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"You shouldn't have done that." Edward narrowed his eyes and, without hesitation, slapped him. Hard. He reared back, hand raised, prepared to strike him again, but something made him stop. He would not be like his father. He would not be like Maurice's father. So instead of hitting him, Edward simply glared and lowered his hand.
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The man yelped, and scrambled back, away from the hand, cowering even after it had been lowered. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, lowered his eyes, scolding himself for foolishly acting out. He knew he shouldn't have done what he had, but it was a bit too late now.
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Edward let out a tired sigh and raised an eyebrow at Maurice. "Come here," He said, his voice slightly softer than it had been only moments ago. He gestured with a finger for Maurice to come closer. He felt a little guilty for hitting him, and didn't want him to keep cowering away from him. Of course he would soon get over it, he had stricken many people like that before. But he was still upset about interrupting what he had only just begun to start with the blonde.
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(:/)
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Maurice hesitated, but then inched forward, and after assuring that the reason Edward wanted him closer wasn't to hit him, moved all the way over. He still shook, a bit upset over what had happened, even though it had mostly been his fault. His cheek still stung from the blow, but he said nothing, simply keeping his eyes down. He waited in silence for Edward to command him to do something, or for the man to do something himself.
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"Wouldn't it be easier just to cooperate?" He asked suddenly. In the rather small bed they were sitting quite close together, and when he spoke he did not have to speak loudly for Maurice to hear him. There was no Creul laugh, no teasing smirk, and Edward reached and placed a hand on his leg, his eyes looking straight into Maurice's eyes rather than his body. He was curious, tormented, intrigued, by the prisoner's determined defiance.
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"Wouldn't it be easier to just let me be," He mocked, wincing when the hand moved, and going completely tense when it settled on his leg. He hated this so, so much, wanted to push the man away again, get the knife, and just kill him. But he wouldn't be able to move fast enough, the clothes and the knife were still all the way across the room.
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Sorry!)
Edward put a finger to his chin in mock deep thought. "Hmm...easier, yes." He admitted, but then he narrowed his eyes and smirked slightly. "But not nearly as pleasurable." The hate in Maurice's eyes was almost painfully obvious, but it didn't phase the captain. -
(it's okay. .w.)
At this point, Maurice was about to risk it, regardless of what the punishment would be. He took a deep breath, though, trying to calm himself down, trying not to act on the crazy idea. He bit his lip, and then sighed, giving in. "I'll behave," He muttered, laying down in front of the captain without a word. -
A look of surprise wiped over Edward's face for a moment, glancing down at the other man skeptically, suspiciously. But nevethertheless, he moved forward to hover over him once more, his calloused fingers trailing over the skin of his thighs and hips. He was still on guard, questioning Maurice's sudden submissiveness, but he was still going to take advantage of it.
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The blond said nothing, but simply closed his eyes and tried to relax as he was touched again. He couldn't help but shiver at the feeling of cold fingers, though, and opened his mouth in a silent gasp.
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Eventually his fingers- tanned from days of sailing in the dazzling sunlight- made their way back to Maurice's length. He stroked softly, slowly, teasing once more, but soon enough he sped up his movements just slightly, craving more noises from his prisoner.
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Maurice grinded his teeth together, trying to ignore the blood rushing to harden his length. He let out little whimpers, and bits of moans, without bothering to contain them.
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