Gladiator | Rebel
"Fuck the gods."
Personal Text
Heart belongs to Nasir
Relationship Status
Rebel General
Occupation
|
euphoria
Offline
Dec 23, 2019 17:14:13 GMT
Tag me @agron
|
|
Post by Agron on Jul 3, 2017 1:13:32 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
If Agron was of right mind, he would be seeking out Gannicus instead of Nasir right now. His fists would be clenched and perhaps, striking his brother of heart for urging him in such a state. A state of complete intoxication. Agron occasionally drank, but not heavily. He was not one to compromise himself, knowing the threats that still loomed around them all. But right now, no rationality nor logic found way in the surface of his mind. He sought out his beloved heart, aching for his company.
Agron staggered into their shared quarters, a bright smile forming on his lips when he saw that Nasir was present. It was night and, Nasir was here! "Big man!" He greeted. He knew that Nasir loathed being called little man, so this was Agron’s attempt to ensure he did not refer to him as such. In his mind . . . it was a far more appropriate greeting. He approached Nasir, arms falling over him in a hug and leaning all his body weight onto the other male. Which, Agron did not do often aware of the size difference … but right now, he was rather incoherent.
|
|
Slave | Rebel
Agron holds my heart
Relationship Status
Rebel
Occupation
|
Koby
Offline
Mountain
Tag me @tiberiusnasir
|
|
Post by Nasir on Jul 3, 2017 1:17:16 GMT
it's important but i'm impotent
The noxious stench of alcohol wafted in through the doorway long before Agron bumbled after. Nasir had been in quiet contemplation, enjoying a few moments to himself to calm his mind and spirit, all of which were shattered most dramatically with Agron’s boisterous entrance. Yet in spite of the interruption and suspicious salutation, a half smile lit up his face. Agron was smashed. Really smashed.
He watched as Agron tripped across the room, shaking his head in disbelief. Agron definitely didn’t let himself get this out of control very often but the result was incredibly amusing. Despite his flailing, nearly boneless limbs, pungent odor and slurred speech, the German’s toothy smile would be the death of him yet, Nasir thought. It was nearly impossible to keep a straight face when dealing with the clumsy fool, even when he nearly toppled the both of them to the floor. The Syrian laughed and half lead, half hauled Agron to their bed where he allowed his man to drop face first into the soft furs and linens that resided there.
“Your swelled head has grown so large you favor yourself Bacchus now?”
|
|
|
Gladiator | Rebel
"Fuck the gods."
Personal Text
Heart belongs to Nasir
Relationship Status
Rebel General
Occupation
|
euphoria
Offline
Dec 23, 2019 17:14:13 GMT
Tag me @agron
|
|
Post by Agron on Jul 3, 2017 3:00:21 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
How was it that Nasir was always so desirable? A mere smile from the man could make Agron crumble to his feet, utterly at his mercy. Though everything felt more heightened and eccentric right now with his current state of mind. A very . . . inebriated mind. Nasir aided Agron to the bed where the large male collapsed onto it face first, though he was far from ready to sleep. He turned his body so that he was on his back, sitting up right as he pulled Nasir towards him until his lover was seated in his lap, arms around him to ensure he did not stray far from it. A large grin still played on the German's lips, chuckles erupting as Nasir spoke of his swelled head.
"My cock too shares such swelling," he pointed out, feeling desires for his partner consume him. Agron leaned forward, placing a kiss on Nasir's chin, then along his jawline. Drawn out and without the same poise that he often kissed Nasir with. "I favor only you," he told him, between each slightly sloppy kiss. He kept his lips against the crook of Nasir's neck, one hand moving to the back of the Syrian's head as he ran his hands through it. "Your beauty is without compare." Words that Agron would have chosen far better if the wine was not controlling his tongue and mind. "And with hair as soft as the softness silk." It was most definitely the wine, but Agron could not help and moan happily at being able to touch and kiss his lover.
|
|
Slave | Rebel
Agron holds my heart
Relationship Status
Rebel
Occupation
|
Koby
Offline
Mountain
Tag me @tiberiusnasir
|
|
Post by Nasir on Jul 3, 2017 5:39:57 GMT
it's important but i'm impotent Nasir settled in on Agron's lap, chuckling at the man's stunning compliments and clumsy kisses, but nevertheless, returning the affection. He allowed his palms to rake through Agron's short cropped hair, a gesture he always enjoyed, as he hummed his agreement at every flattery spoken. "Your mouth is most kind, Agron, but you are as soft as a babe's cheek..." So maybe he wasn't Bacchus after all, surely the God of Fertility would be quite ready to go. The thought expelled a smile as he moved to capture Agron's mouth, preventing him from further scandalous words. Even in their current position, Nasir was able to expertly work Agron's subligaria off and let his fingertips sink into the dark patch of hair just above the man's cock, hoping to help get a rise out of him.
|
|
|
Gladiator | Rebel
"Fuck the gods."
Personal Text
Heart belongs to Nasir
Relationship Status
Rebel General
Occupation
|
euphoria
Offline
Dec 23, 2019 17:14:13 GMT
Tag me @agron
|
|
Post by Agron on Jul 3, 2017 20:53:40 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron moaned contently when he felt Nasir's hands run through his hair. He smiled with amusement at his lover's words. Soft as a babe's cheek. Perhaps another incoherent reply would have been drawn from Agron, had his lips not immediately responded to the kiss, returning it, breath slightly hitching as he felt Nasir skillfully remove his garment and inch towards his cock. Agron lightly nipped at Nasir's lower lip, swallowing as he drew from the kiss, his tongue running along Nasir's bottom lip that he had just teased with his teeth. "You have the hands of a fucking god," he breathed against him, his hand tangling into Nasir's hair as he gently gripped him.
His gaze fell to his cock, opening his eyes and seeing it . . . well, not as raised as he would like it to be. He made a bit of a face, his chest heaving with desire . . . confusion crossing his features. "Perhaps I have caused insult," he mused. Had his mind not been so compromised, he would have regained sense. Instead, his hands fumbled with Nasir's attire that concealed the lower half of his body. His actions were not so usually clumsy but right now . . . it took twice as long to open him up. Once he did, Agron's hand slid over Nasir's cock, as if to test whether the gods punished them both or just him. "Only punishment for myself," he chuckled, feeling his lover's response to his touch.
|
|