All Night Long

[Agron]

Tag: castus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

The pirates arrival in Sinuessa had certainly shaken things up, but not necessarily in a bad way. Certainly not in a bad way for Agron. As his eyes lingered on one; capturing the interest of one as well. Castus. There was something rather . . . charming about him. And it left Agron often in his company, though nothing had progressed from casual friends to . . . whatever stirrings he was starting to cause deep within Agron. The German was not the type to fuck mindlessly as so many countless others. And the emotional bond that was forming between them, was making it increasingly difficult to deny.

But just as Agron did not engage in sex so frequently, he also did not trust so easily. Thus far however, Castus had given him no reason to distrust him. Which only added to even more . . . amicable interactions between them. Everyone was celebrating in one of the villas and after a quick meeting with Spartacus, Agron decided to join the others. His eyes scanned the crowd, laying sight on the Cilician as he made his way toward him. "Yet another fucking boisterous night," Agron stated with a smile, watching the others loud nature and engage in all the drink and women -- and men of course.

[Deleted]

Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere

TAG: Agron. WORDS: XXX. NOTES: NOTES HERE

Upon his arrival, Castus had expected to form good deals and get himself a nice amount of coin in Sinuessa. Instead they'd come across Spartacus and his rebels, and entirely new chances had presented themselves to him. One rebel in particular had caught Castus's attention. Tall, muscular, loud mouth, but with...something that kept him interested. Agron they named him. Former gladiator. He knew how to fight. Certainly he knew how to fuck as well.

He was stubborn though. Not easy to crack. Castus knew how to approach a handsome man, charm him, lure him into bed. But this one...he was a true challenge, which fueled the fire all the more. Maybe he was one of those whose trust needed to be earned first. One who didn't want to be abandoned after reaching the highest of pleasures. Castus was willing to take the challenge, and for once not only as means to an end.

The celebrations were loud and passionate as ever. Castus was pleased to see Agron joining eventually. He smirked at the man's words, tilting his head to the side as he spoke, "Is celebration not of your taste?"

ⒶⓀⒾ

[Agron]

Tag: castus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron smiled at Castus as he asked whether the celebration was not of his taste. "It holds advantages," Agron answered, figuring he may as well be truthful with his response. One of the advantages . . . being that he was able to converse with the Cilician where events of the days sometimes forced their company apart. "But much can be said for quiet nights absent such displays." Of wine and fucking.

Agron was not against the two things, but he often preferred it in the privacy of provided quarters. Rather than the way the others let their cocks dangle out in such loud natures. "Do you often engage in similar, festivities when on land?" And not sailing with their ship since Agron assumed there was a limited supply of wine and women -- for those who preferred it. Agron just wished to get to know the other male better . . . and yet life was far too short these days. Part of him wished for intimate moment with him, and the other . . . uncertain as to whether desire was mutual.

[Deleted]

Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere

TAG: Agron. WORDS: XXX. NOTES: NOTES HERE

"It's expected," Castus answered, his eyes roaming across the celebrating crowd before they settled back upon the former gladiator. "Upon sea and land, captain demands crew mates to join in on festives like such. Of course wine and other pleasures are welcome too." He paused, letting eyes linger, taking in the man before him a little closer.

There was...something in those bright eyes. An interest well hidden behind rough words and strong body. Subconsciously, Castus licked his lips as he allowed his mind to travel further. Such a challenge was a welcome one for sure. On ship, he rarely got the chance to conquer, unless he went for the crew. Now there stood this strong, muscular man, skin golden in the dimmed light, not easily opening up and sharing true motives behind what Castus could see in his eyes. A challenge he'd gratfully accept.

"It's come to attention that rooms inside are vacant," he said quietly, with an ever present hint of a smile. "Maybe conversation shall continue inside, with more wine and less noise."

ⒶⓀⒾ

[Agron]

Tag: castus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron listened attentively as Castus spoke of what their captain expected of them. It was true that Agron hardly trusted Heracleo, but from what he had learned of Castus thus far . . . there was far more cause to trust the Cilician than anyone else among the pirates. "A clever play; to ensure crew morale remains high." And that they were not bogged down by being deprived of pleasures or luxuries. They were pirates after all. But Agron's mind was drifting further and further from talk of the crew and more on what he was growing to desire.

His eyes casually dropping to Castus' mouth, seeing his tongue moist his lip as the German wondered of how Castus would taste. Perhaps as sweet as the honeyed words that fell from his lips? Castus' words snapped him out of such wonder, his gaze lifting to his eyes once more. Though, it did nothing to ease desire. In fact, he felt it grow upon suggestion. "I would welcome such setting, and drink," Agron told him, picking up one of the pitchers of wine as he motioned with his hand for Castus to lead the way, though easily fell into step alongside him. "So long as you feel able part from such crowd." A playful tease to his words, for it seemed that Castus was not overly engrossed in the displays that others engaged in. Yet another thing he an Agron held in common.