fanfiction - the eagle: untitled - esca/marcus
title: untitled
pairing(s): esca/marcus established relationship
rating: NC-17
word count: 1,024
warnings: (mild) D/s
disclaimer: not mine, not for profit.
summary: set post-movie. for the prompt at the_eagle_kink: "I just really want some bottom!Marcus 'cause it seems to be lacking. I don't care how or why it happens, either."
Esca fits against the larger form of Marcus, along the curve of back and ass and tangled legs. Esca’s own back is facing the direction of the window, curtains parted to let the summer breeze in. There is just enough moonlight to let shadows play and Esca can see the half silhouette of them on the opposite wall.
Esca's fingers rub gentle around the scarred flesh of Marcus' thigh, patterns he can see in his head. Marcus is almost asleep, maybe, but Esca can hear low contented noises coming from the Roman. His touch finds its way higher, and higher, to the sharp cut of Marcus’ hips. Esca contemplates following the line of muscle back down to Marcus’ sex, but settles to continue traveling north of Marcus’ body.
Marcus is sensitive from their previous coupling and caught at the threshold of dreams, little twitches and shudders at the different spots Esca finds. Esca has to bump along every rib, palm around Marcus’ flank and chest, trace a nipple and get Marcus to gasp out, to whisper, “Esca.” And oh, Esca yearns so fiercely at that.
When Esca presses wet kisses to Marcus’ shoulder and nape, hand cupped on Marcus’ trembling stomach, he hears again the drawn out, “Esca.” Marcus leans back and reaches with one hand to pull Esca closer while shifting against him, slow repeated movements until Esca’s breathing picks up.
Esca feels like he’s burning away while Marcus is so languid and at ease. His cock is riding the cleft of Marcus’ ass, and every roll of Marcus’ body is raising the fever. Esca curls fingers around Marcus’ own erection and matches the pace, firm but slow pulls of Marcus’ cock.
Esca rises to an elbow to seek Marcus’ turned face. The Roman’s eyes are heavy lidded but open, gazing back at Esca clear enough to show a fondness and love, to show a heat building that mirrors his own.
They kiss because Esca needs that mouth when Marcus gasps at Esca’s grip speeding up. Esca says, “Open your mouth. Keep it open,” and Marcus does, letting Esca lick his way inside.
Marcus breaks away to suck in quick breaths, body bowing to Esca’s attention. The Roman is fully awake now, reaching out to pull Esca back to him, but Esca evades. He wants to watch Marcus, to see him come undone again.
“Esca,” Marcus says, almost a groan. “Esca, please.”
“What do you want, Marcus?” Esca asks, and he’s almost surprised by the rough of his voice. The circumstances switched as it seems Marcus is the one melting now.
“You, inside me again,” Marcus answers.
Esca lets himself be guided then, from the side to on top of Marcus, settling between his legs. They both shudder together as their sex meet, straining and pressing, until Esca cups and lifts one of Marcus’ thighs.
“Touch yourself,” Esca says. “But hold, do not stroke.”
Marcus bends his opposite leg, hand running down his chest and stomach to his heavy cock and wrapping around the base. Esca smiles and holds Marcus’ eye as he sucks a finger into his mouth.
Marcus watches, locked on Esca’s mouth as he draws the digit out. Esca sees the slightest shaking in Marcus’ legs when Esca reaches for him. Marcus’ eyes shut when Esca brushes across his hole, snapping open again when Esca slips inside. Marcus is still slick from Esca and oil, relaxed but still so tight as Esca adds another finger, and another.
“Oh, gods,” Marcus hisses, breath hitching. He throws his head back against the bed and bears down on Esca when fingers curve just perfect. Marcus’ other hand moves from fisting the covers to cup his balls.
Esca pulls out enough to catch the rim of Marcus’ hole, spreading him open. He collapses the triangle of his fingers to push back in, rub against the spot that causes Marcus to cry out.
“Esca!” Marcus lets go of his sex, sitting up and grabbing at Esca’s hand. “Please!”
Esca removes his fingers, using the mess to slick himself. He leans over Marcus, cradling the scarred thigh to his hip. Esca guides his cock to Marcus’ hole, inch by inch swallowed by his clenching body.
Marcus arches and they both moan out when he is full of Esca. Esca waits there almost panting, arm curling to help hold Marcus’ other leg up and over his shoulder. Esca says, “Marcus,” and hopes it sounds as full of need as he is feeling.
Marcus’ hands are wild, groping at Esca’s chest and shoulders, pulling him down as Marcus leans up. They kiss, and Esca cries out as the Roman grinds down. Marcus growls, “Esca! Can you please--”
Esca rolls his hips against the curve of Marcus’ ass, pulling out and pushing back in a little at a time until the head of his cock almost slips out. He thrusts back in hard, setting a harsh rhythm that has Marcus digging his nails into Esca.
Esca hisses as that fire, that fever that pools in his groin. “Touch yourself,” he says to Marcus again.
Marcus groans, flushed and sweating. He leans back on the bed, bringing his hips to meet every thrust. Marcus throws an arm over his eyes while his other hand grabs his cock.
Esca lets go of Marcus’ legs and they wrap high around his waist. Esca forces Marcus to uncover his face, pressing forward and using his weight to pin Marcus’ wrist. Marcus’ eyes are closed. “Marcus! Look at me.”
Marcus does, expression so overwhelmed and wrecked with passion, and oh! Esca is right there with him. He says, “Marcus, spend yourself. Please, do it,” and oh, he’s fucking in rough and coming into Marcus.
“Esca,” Marcus gasps. He’s stroking fast, and when Esca curls his own fingers around with Marcus’, he’s coming on his belly and chest.
Esca releases Marcus’ wrist and eases out of him. Marcus’ legs fall from around Esca and lay spread and trembling. Esca catches his breath and leans in for a closed kiss to Marcus’ mouth.
“Now we can sleep?” Marcus smiles, and Esca returns it.
pairing(s): esca/marcus established relationship
rating: NC-17
word count: 1,024
warnings: (mild) D/s
disclaimer: not mine, not for profit.
summary: set post-movie. for the prompt at the_eagle_kink: "I just really want some bottom!Marcus 'cause it seems to be lacking. I don't care how or why it happens, either."
Esca fits against the larger form of Marcus, along the curve of back and ass and tangled legs. Esca’s own back is facing the direction of the window, curtains parted to let the summer breeze in. There is just enough moonlight to let shadows play and Esca can see the half silhouette of them on the opposite wall.
Esca's fingers rub gentle around the scarred flesh of Marcus' thigh, patterns he can see in his head. Marcus is almost asleep, maybe, but Esca can hear low contented noises coming from the Roman. His touch finds its way higher, and higher, to the sharp cut of Marcus’ hips. Esca contemplates following the line of muscle back down to Marcus’ sex, but settles to continue traveling north of Marcus’ body.
Marcus is sensitive from their previous coupling and caught at the threshold of dreams, little twitches and shudders at the different spots Esca finds. Esca has to bump along every rib, palm around Marcus’ flank and chest, trace a nipple and get Marcus to gasp out, to whisper, “Esca.” And oh, Esca yearns so fiercely at that.
When Esca presses wet kisses to Marcus’ shoulder and nape, hand cupped on Marcus’ trembling stomach, he hears again the drawn out, “Esca.” Marcus leans back and reaches with one hand to pull Esca closer while shifting against him, slow repeated movements until Esca’s breathing picks up.
Esca feels like he’s burning away while Marcus is so languid and at ease. His cock is riding the cleft of Marcus’ ass, and every roll of Marcus’ body is raising the fever. Esca curls fingers around Marcus’ own erection and matches the pace, firm but slow pulls of Marcus’ cock.
Esca rises to an elbow to seek Marcus’ turned face. The Roman’s eyes are heavy lidded but open, gazing back at Esca clear enough to show a fondness and love, to show a heat building that mirrors his own.
They kiss because Esca needs that mouth when Marcus gasps at Esca’s grip speeding up. Esca says, “Open your mouth. Keep it open,” and Marcus does, letting Esca lick his way inside.
Marcus breaks away to suck in quick breaths, body bowing to Esca’s attention. The Roman is fully awake now, reaching out to pull Esca back to him, but Esca evades. He wants to watch Marcus, to see him come undone again.
“Esca,” Marcus says, almost a groan. “Esca, please.”
“What do you want, Marcus?” Esca asks, and he’s almost surprised by the rough of his voice. The circumstances switched as it seems Marcus is the one melting now.
“You, inside me again,” Marcus answers.
Esca lets himself be guided then, from the side to on top of Marcus, settling between his legs. They both shudder together as their sex meet, straining and pressing, until Esca cups and lifts one of Marcus’ thighs.
“Touch yourself,” Esca says. “But hold, do not stroke.”
Marcus bends his opposite leg, hand running down his chest and stomach to his heavy cock and wrapping around the base. Esca smiles and holds Marcus’ eye as he sucks a finger into his mouth.
Marcus watches, locked on Esca’s mouth as he draws the digit out. Esca sees the slightest shaking in Marcus’ legs when Esca reaches for him. Marcus’ eyes shut when Esca brushes across his hole, snapping open again when Esca slips inside. Marcus is still slick from Esca and oil, relaxed but still so tight as Esca adds another finger, and another.
“Oh, gods,” Marcus hisses, breath hitching. He throws his head back against the bed and bears down on Esca when fingers curve just perfect. Marcus’ other hand moves from fisting the covers to cup his balls.
Esca pulls out enough to catch the rim of Marcus’ hole, spreading him open. He collapses the triangle of his fingers to push back in, rub against the spot that causes Marcus to cry out.
“Esca!” Marcus lets go of his sex, sitting up and grabbing at Esca’s hand. “Please!”
Esca removes his fingers, using the mess to slick himself. He leans over Marcus, cradling the scarred thigh to his hip. Esca guides his cock to Marcus’ hole, inch by inch swallowed by his clenching body.
Marcus arches and they both moan out when he is full of Esca. Esca waits there almost panting, arm curling to help hold Marcus’ other leg up and over his shoulder. Esca says, “Marcus,” and hopes it sounds as full of need as he is feeling.
Marcus’ hands are wild, groping at Esca’s chest and shoulders, pulling him down as Marcus leans up. They kiss, and Esca cries out as the Roman grinds down. Marcus growls, “Esca! Can you please--”
Esca rolls his hips against the curve of Marcus’ ass, pulling out and pushing back in a little at a time until the head of his cock almost slips out. He thrusts back in hard, setting a harsh rhythm that has Marcus digging his nails into Esca.
Esca hisses as that fire, that fever that pools in his groin. “Touch yourself,” he says to Marcus again.
Marcus groans, flushed and sweating. He leans back on the bed, bringing his hips to meet every thrust. Marcus throws an arm over his eyes while his other hand grabs his cock.
Esca lets go of Marcus’ legs and they wrap high around his waist. Esca forces Marcus to uncover his face, pressing forward and using his weight to pin Marcus’ wrist. Marcus’ eyes are closed. “Marcus! Look at me.”
Marcus does, expression so overwhelmed and wrecked with passion, and oh! Esca is right there with him. He says, “Marcus, spend yourself. Please, do it,” and oh, he’s fucking in rough and coming into Marcus.
“Esca,” Marcus gasps. He’s stroking fast, and when Esca curls his own fingers around with Marcus’, he’s coming on his belly and chest.
Esca releases Marcus’ wrist and eases out of him. Marcus’ legs fall from around Esca and lay spread and trembling. Esca catches his breath and leans in for a closed kiss to Marcus’ mouth.
“Now we can sleep?” Marcus smiles, and Esca returns it.