Marcus awoke him with a kiss.
It was still very early and told him with rude sweetness, in contrast to that, which was mixed between his raspy voice and intense eyes and proud, to awaken his bait, no longer a slave of the Roman commander, but the feeling experienced by when they met.
"We think the fence Marcus ..." - said snuggling into his embrace robust.
"Since we took this farm, do not you ever stop Get out ... you're wasting away ..."
"What are you complaining about ...?" - He smiled - "I fall asleep too soon?"
"Now that I think of you doing so ...." - And kissed him with more passion.
The boy slipped away from their bed, not yet comfortable enough, as there other priorities.
"For quell'aratro made me a good price, sure we skimp on food, but meat is not necessary, if we hunt and we provide Marcus alone."
"You took very seriously our new life, I'm happy, you know?"
"What did you think, you in the lurch, just crossed the borders of Rome?"
"Absolutely not bait ..." - muttered, standing up in turn and heading toward the wash-stone exterior.
"Wait Marcus. Back here, the water is cold, if you wait a few moments that I put on the fire will be ready for a decent bathroom ... "
"You think of everything, as I would ..." - "You had, I've always said."
"The mistakes my little Briton ..." - and lifting it up, it began to rotate, kissing him on the chest, neck, and then end up back on their couch thin.
"I love you I love you ... ... Get out now!" - Roared in his ear and he felt it flare up everywhere, as if Marcus had thrown in the fire crackling.
The soldier had sudden movements, when he wanted to own it, but it was also capable of incredible tenderness, as when blue eyes seemed to beg him to give him the bait only love.
Those were the moments when he felt a Marcus bestiality foul stomach and would have preferred to come up to one hundred lashes, for not seeing bait in that state of emotional distress.
He stopped to contemplate.
"... What happens to you now ...?" - Asked the other, hesitating.
"Nothing ... nothing ... I exaggerated when I can not take ... I think we have to decide together." - Replied, sitting on the board and playing with the cord of his robe.
Get out and wrapped him from behind, sliding his fingers trembling on the manly chest of Marcus, who looked like a bellows, unable to balance the breath, the victim of a boundless desire for him.
"Get out ... I love you" - he whispered, shaking hands, and then to kiss the palms.
It happened that he adored the young and usually spontaneous candor, that affection sincere from the other.
"I love you too ... now take me ... do not ask for better ..." - and pulled the garment worn, but clean.
Bait was only wrapped a rag that he used to dry out, they were simultaneously naked and entwined, like a magnetic snap.
Experience in giving himself to her man, had caused Bait mingled with balm of medicinal herbs, making it ideal to facilitate their join: that perfume had become the very essence of their carnal love.
A member of Marcus cut all its defenses, crept slowly at first, but stubborn courage up to take full, completing an invasion at first piercing, but gradually more and more luxurious.
The groans of excitement Bait acuivano Marcus, who held him, hitting him repeatedly and even lifting it, without disconnecting from his mouth.
I relished in every way possible, killing him and making him be reborn with every thrust.
The previous day, while bait gave the corn to the horses in their stable, Marcus found him lying on stomach looking for a pendant, which he himself had given him.
It was brutal in the butt, but the rebel urged him not to stop, and only felt that way to belong.
"I am yours ... I'm Marcus ... your ..." - he sighed weakly, after the partner's semen had stained her thighs, overflowing from her tight, but generous channel.
Now their faces are touching, their lips were being sought, but with more peace, harmony full of commotion ecstatic to realize how essential they were for each other - "Get out ... if ... if you were dying ... I could not survive ... "
"Marcus ..."
"I'm here ... ... I-I am ... I am ..." - and increased the movement of the hips, so ferocious than the bait.
They reached an orgasm together, do not even need to bait the caresses of Marcus, as they upset him during the act.
Fell into a deep sleep, waking up after noon.
The joke in the bush had borne fruit, three pheasants, two ducks and a hare.
"I put the meat in salt, you bought the real Marcus?"
"Yes ... of course ... now with your bow you have been infallible." - Said reviving the fireplace.
"I want that you do not miss anything." - Retorted the convinced and earnest - "Put the pot to boil, it will be easier to pluck them ... you think to skin, use my knife."
Marcus smiled - "I like to give me orders ..."
Bait burned it with their turquoise - "While making love is essential to give me the strength to believe in us ... your stomach growls when it's really unbearable, and Marcus takes my sleep! Ahahhahah "
It reached halfway across the room, clutching a strong, adhering to one another, as if they had a single skin, one heart, the same future.
THE END
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