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Title:False Hopes
Pairing: JunMa
Rating:NC-17
Genre:Angst
Disclaimer: All in my dreams
Summary: Toma is the Army Chief Desperately in Love With The Lord Of His Kingdom. The lord knows it and takes apt advantage.
A/N: This is ROUGH UNPREPPED sex though not non-con. Toma is just DoM.
Toma woke up at the click of his door. He quickly scrambled up from bed wondering if it was a message from the lord. His eyes widened at seeing the lord himself close the door and lock it. Toma gulped in apprehension. The lord coming to his room was a rare sight and one that held many a foreboding.
Toma knew what to expect when the lord would come to him. He was desperate and directionless. Toma was always his last resort. He knew that. In fact for the past few days he was expecting it. The kingdom was faring badly. Corrupt underlords and people’s resulting oppression have brought the lord many a harsh words. Toma always felt like going to the lord. Had been feeling like it for the past few months to console him. He always refrained because he knew the lord didn’t need his consolation. Then he didn’t, now though was a different matter.
Toma fell back onto the bed from their combined momentum and he could do little else than put a hand on the lords cheek as he pressed him harder into the bed, kissing him rough and deep. The helplessness, desperation was creeping into him too as though the lord was channelling it to him through his touch. He felt drained, exhausted and the pain crept in slowly until his fingers shook against the delicate cheek.
The force with which the kiss was broken left him panting on the bed, sprawled out useless. The lord watched him quietly, trailing a finger slowly across his bare chest. He hadn’t noticed the lord opening the fastens of his robe. He flinched at his touch. The teasing caresses making it even more difficult for him to compose himself. Toma thought if it was worth it even. Composing himself. He knew the lord was waiting for Toma to compose himself, to oppose him, to protest. He knew how much he liked winning. Toma knew it. As much as Toma hated losing he knows the lord needs it now. To feel powerful, to feel confident about himself.
He grabbed the sides of his robes and covered his body, fingers working on pulling the fastenings close. The lord watched him with amusement as he backed up towards the wall and shook his head at him. The lord tilted his head in question.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” And they really shouldn’t be. The lord was married to not one but seven women. He had his fare share of concubines too. In fact he himself was married. His wife at her mother’s expecting their first child. No, they really shouldn’t be doing this.
The lord’s hands came to rest on his thigh innocently. They fell into a silence as the lord was looking down at his hand while Toma anticipated his next move.
It came in a rush as his head made painful contact with the wall and his robe roughly yanked off. He was trapped in the lord’s embrace feeling cold and vulnerable exposed like this. But he knew that this is how the lord wanted to see him. He pushed against lord’s chest feebly the intensity form the kiss already dizzying him and weakening him. It was not so much as giving in to the lord as to how he couldn’t do anything but.
Honestly, this was unacceptable. To Toma it was unacceptable that he was just the lord’s toy. They had been lovers once. When they were young and frivolity was a given. To society it was unacceptable that two respectable married men were in a relationship, if you could even call this that. Toma wondered what his generals would think if they knew their Chief was this helpless against the lord’s fiery touches. He apologized to his unborn child as the lord pinned him to the bed. He wondered for a brief second whether the lord felt remorse every time they joined together. As he watched the lord’s forlorn expression he thought that maybe he did.
But that didn’t stop the lord from stripping of his clothes and turn him over, press his palm over his mouth as he spread his legs wide. Too far apart, it hurt his muscles and back. The lord entered him in one swift movement, his scream reverberating through the both of them. The lord stilled revelling in it and he was glad to be given the opportunity to adjust before the movements became fast, demanding and erratic. Toma screamed in abandon until finally the lord stilled in him. The sudden loss of movement more painful than the rough treatment to his ass.
“Say my name. I want you to scream out my name! Dammit!” Toma stayed silent a tirade of moans and pleads leaving his lips instead. The lord pulled out with an annoyed grunt, flipped him over and braced his knees and pushed in harder and deeper tearing another scream from Toma’s lips.
“Open you eyes!” The lord was annoyed. It happened each time he would come actually. Toma refused to call out to him. Afraid of wanting to say that name for the rest of his days if he indulged in it once. He loved the lord in more ways than one. But he wanted the lord too. He couldn’t deny being jealous of the lord’s wives, his concubines even. He couldn’t say that it wasn’t this hurt that had driven him to accept the proposal to his wife. He couldn’t say that he didn’t hurt still that they were practically strangers, lord and subject, master and...Toma couldn’t finish it, not even in his mind. Yes he was bound to the lord by invisible strings completely under his mercy as he thrust in hard and fast. Their eyes locked on each other’s faces as they rocked together on the creaking bed in some unknown, crazy tempo.
With a particularly hard thrust Toma’s back arched straining against the lord’s tight grip as he came in a mess of emotions and pleasure, the seemingly unending tremors of pleasure washing over his body mercilessly. He registered the shallow desperate thrusts in one corner of his mind before an overwhelming warmth spread throughout him and his toes curled from it. The breath knocked out of him a second time.
The lord pulled out and he felt soft caresses on his face, a press of lips against his, which kept on travelling lower, slowly, adoring his body almost, licking his nipples hard. But Toma knew what the lord wanted to do. One last task was left. To mark him. The lord trailed down until he reached his hips and bit hard into it, suckling on the skin he had bruised and licking it comfortingly. The lord traced over the indents of his teeth. One that will change to a glaring blue bruise tomorrow, one that will not let Toma forget about this night, about the lord for many a days to come. The scarring mark will last longer than his painful limp. But the panging in his chest is forever eternal.
Toma is hard and straining again. The lord traces a finger across Toma’s hard member whispering a soft, “I love you.” It lights a flicker of hope in him like all the other times. Toma never learns. Hence he has to deal with the lord calmly pulling on his robes and disappearing out the door this time with as much disappointment and pain as the last. Maybe even more as he wraps his hands around his member, stroking fast and desperate until he comes with a strangled cry,
“Jun~~”
Pairing: JunMa
Rating:NC-17
Genre:Angst
Disclaimer: All in my dreams
Summary: Toma is the Army Chief Desperately in Love With The Lord Of His Kingdom. The lord knows it and takes apt advantage.
A/N: This is ROUGH UNPREPPED sex though not non-con. Toma is just DoM.
Toma woke up at the click of his door. He quickly scrambled up from bed wondering if it was a message from the lord. His eyes widened at seeing the lord himself close the door and lock it. Toma gulped in apprehension. The lord coming to his room was a rare sight and one that held many a foreboding.
Toma knew what to expect when the lord would come to him. He was desperate and directionless. Toma was always his last resort. He knew that. In fact for the past few days he was expecting it. The kingdom was faring badly. Corrupt underlords and people’s resulting oppression have brought the lord many a harsh words. Toma always felt like going to the lord. Had been feeling like it for the past few months to console him. He always refrained because he knew the lord didn’t need his consolation. Then he didn’t, now though was a different matter.
Toma fell back onto the bed from their combined momentum and he could do little else than put a hand on the lords cheek as he pressed him harder into the bed, kissing him rough and deep. The helplessness, desperation was creeping into him too as though the lord was channelling it to him through his touch. He felt drained, exhausted and the pain crept in slowly until his fingers shook against the delicate cheek.
The force with which the kiss was broken left him panting on the bed, sprawled out useless. The lord watched him quietly, trailing a finger slowly across his bare chest. He hadn’t noticed the lord opening the fastens of his robe. He flinched at his touch. The teasing caresses making it even more difficult for him to compose himself. Toma thought if it was worth it even. Composing himself. He knew the lord was waiting for Toma to compose himself, to oppose him, to protest. He knew how much he liked winning. Toma knew it. As much as Toma hated losing he knows the lord needs it now. To feel powerful, to feel confident about himself.
He grabbed the sides of his robes and covered his body, fingers working on pulling the fastenings close. The lord watched him with amusement as he backed up towards the wall and shook his head at him. The lord tilted his head in question.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” And they really shouldn’t be. The lord was married to not one but seven women. He had his fare share of concubines too. In fact he himself was married. His wife at her mother’s expecting their first child. No, they really shouldn’t be doing this.
The lord’s hands came to rest on his thigh innocently. They fell into a silence as the lord was looking down at his hand while Toma anticipated his next move.
It came in a rush as his head made painful contact with the wall and his robe roughly yanked off. He was trapped in the lord’s embrace feeling cold and vulnerable exposed like this. But he knew that this is how the lord wanted to see him. He pushed against lord’s chest feebly the intensity form the kiss already dizzying him and weakening him. It was not so much as giving in to the lord as to how he couldn’t do anything but.
Honestly, this was unacceptable. To Toma it was unacceptable that he was just the lord’s toy. They had been lovers once. When they were young and frivolity was a given. To society it was unacceptable that two respectable married men were in a relationship, if you could even call this that. Toma wondered what his generals would think if they knew their Chief was this helpless against the lord’s fiery touches. He apologized to his unborn child as the lord pinned him to the bed. He wondered for a brief second whether the lord felt remorse every time they joined together. As he watched the lord’s forlorn expression he thought that maybe he did.
But that didn’t stop the lord from stripping of his clothes and turn him over, press his palm over his mouth as he spread his legs wide. Too far apart, it hurt his muscles and back. The lord entered him in one swift movement, his scream reverberating through the both of them. The lord stilled revelling in it and he was glad to be given the opportunity to adjust before the movements became fast, demanding and erratic. Toma screamed in abandon until finally the lord stilled in him. The sudden loss of movement more painful than the rough treatment to his ass.
“Say my name. I want you to scream out my name! Dammit!” Toma stayed silent a tirade of moans and pleads leaving his lips instead. The lord pulled out with an annoyed grunt, flipped him over and braced his knees and pushed in harder and deeper tearing another scream from Toma’s lips.
“Open you eyes!” The lord was annoyed. It happened each time he would come actually. Toma refused to call out to him. Afraid of wanting to say that name for the rest of his days if he indulged in it once. He loved the lord in more ways than one. But he wanted the lord too. He couldn’t deny being jealous of the lord’s wives, his concubines even. He couldn’t say that it wasn’t this hurt that had driven him to accept the proposal to his wife. He couldn’t say that he didn’t hurt still that they were practically strangers, lord and subject, master and...Toma couldn’t finish it, not even in his mind. Yes he was bound to the lord by invisible strings completely under his mercy as he thrust in hard and fast. Their eyes locked on each other’s faces as they rocked together on the creaking bed in some unknown, crazy tempo.
With a particularly hard thrust Toma’s back arched straining against the lord’s tight grip as he came in a mess of emotions and pleasure, the seemingly unending tremors of pleasure washing over his body mercilessly. He registered the shallow desperate thrusts in one corner of his mind before an overwhelming warmth spread throughout him and his toes curled from it. The breath knocked out of him a second time.
The lord pulled out and he felt soft caresses on his face, a press of lips against his, which kept on travelling lower, slowly, adoring his body almost, licking his nipples hard. But Toma knew what the lord wanted to do. One last task was left. To mark him. The lord trailed down until he reached his hips and bit hard into it, suckling on the skin he had bruised and licking it comfortingly. The lord traced over the indents of his teeth. One that will change to a glaring blue bruise tomorrow, one that will not let Toma forget about this night, about the lord for many a days to come. The scarring mark will last longer than his painful limp. But the panging in his chest is forever eternal.
Toma is hard and straining again. The lord traces a finger across Toma’s hard member whispering a soft, “I love you.” It lights a flicker of hope in him like all the other times. Toma never learns. Hence he has to deal with the lord calmly pulling on his robes and disappearing out the door this time with as much disappointment and pain as the last. Maybe even more as he wraps his hands around his member, stroking fast and desperate until he comes with a strangled cry,
“Jun~~”