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Down went another drink, and he let out a sigh of pleasure. Colchian wine was quite good, because the ground was not as fertile as in other places, and wine tasted better the harder it was to grow.
Hesiodos liked all kinds of places, and Colchis was a particular one. The sights were nice in their own way, but what he loved was how tough the people were. Soldiers, mercenaries, and everything in between, most of the time he could get a good fight. And one of the things he loved the most was fighting.
But for now, he sat down in a bar he liked and began to drink to his heart’s content, and would then see where the day took him. Someone was at his side, and while he liked the company, the man was at risk of something – of having Hesiodos tell him one of his many stories, either real or exaggerated. Talk about threatening someone with a good time…
He made a sign to the bartender to give him another cup of wine, and then turned to the man, holding his head on his palm, “So… did I ever tell you about how I learned swordfighting?”, he asked in a lazy tone suggesting that he wasn’t drunk, but he was on the correct path to it, “It’s quite an story…”
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Down went another drink, and he let out a sigh of pleasure. Colchian wine was quite good, because the ground was not as fertile as in other places, and wine tasted better the harder it was to grow.
Hesiodos liked all kinds of places, and Colchis was a particular one. The sights were nice in their own way, but what he loved was how tough the people were. Soldiers, mercenaries, and everything in between, most of the time he could get a good fight. And one of the things he loved the most was fighting.
But for now, he sat down in a bar he liked and began to drink to his heart’s content, and would then see where the day took him. Someone was at his side, and while he liked the company, the man was at risk of something – of having Hesiodos tell him one of his many stories, either real or exaggerated. Talk about threatening someone with a good time…
He made a sign to the bartender to give him another cup of wine, and then turned to the man, holding his head on his palm, “So… did I ever tell you about how I learned swordfighting?”, he asked in a lazy tone suggesting that he wasn’t drunk, but he was on the correct path to it, “It’s quite an story…”
Down went another drink, and he let out a sigh of pleasure. Colchian wine was quite good, because the ground was not as fertile as in other places, and wine tasted better the harder it was to grow.
Hesiodos liked all kinds of places, and Colchis was a particular one. The sights were nice in their own way, but what he loved was how tough the people were. Soldiers, mercenaries, and everything in between, most of the time he could get a good fight. And one of the things he loved the most was fighting.
But for now, he sat down in a bar he liked and began to drink to his heart’s content, and would then see where the day took him. Someone was at his side, and while he liked the company, the man was at risk of something – of having Hesiodos tell him one of his many stories, either real or exaggerated. Talk about threatening someone with a good time…
He made a sign to the bartender to give him another cup of wine, and then turned to the man, holding his head on his palm, “So… did I ever tell you about how I learned swordfighting?”, he asked in a lazy tone suggesting that he wasn’t drunk, but he was on the correct path to it, “It’s quite an story…”
Saro was preparing to leave Colchis, he felt that he had done everything there was to do there, and the ship had been resupplied at it’s port and the rest of the crew were ready to set sail for their next conquest, most of them having lost the majority of their money to gambling, alcohol and whores. Saro still had a bit on him, not including the jewelry he had left on his person, and since they wouldn’t be setting sail until the morning, he figured he ought to enjoy his last night in Midas for who knows how long.
He hadn’t chosen that particular establishment for any real reason other than it was close to where he had slept the previous night, which had been the house of some married woman that he had bedded. Lucky for him, her husband had been away on business, so it was perfect timing for the older woman to have a much younger stranger stay over. In the morning he had dressed himself and taken his leave of the house, relieving the homeowner of a couple valuables on his way out the door. That ought to be fun for her to explain to her husband, and he’d wish he could be there to hear her try to explain her way out of that one.
The day had seen him meandering lazily, learning his way around the twisted streets of the lower portion of Colchis, committing a few places to memory if he ever found himself back here and in need of certain things. As the day wore on, he had even made his way to the market, and eventually to this bar.
The night was young, but the patrons were not. For the most part they seemed to be much older than he was, most of them more than old enough to be his father. That didn’t matter, he wasn’t looking for companionship of any kind from any of them, he merely wished to have some drinks before stumbling his way back to the port and boarding the ship to make sure he was on it in the morning lest they sail away without him. Wouldn’t be the first time they’d done that to him, he quickly learned to be on the ship the night before they were set to sail, lest he be landlocked until they decided to come back for him.
As he headed back towards the bar for another cup of wine, he heard a man speak, his slower speech suggested he might have had one cup of wine too many, but the fresh drink in his hand suggested he did not plan on stopping there. He was speaking to a man sat beside him who seemed to hold no interest in the other’s words. Saro wondered if he could get some free drinks out of the man. He had no problem listening to another’s stories if it meant that he could drink for free. He figured it was worth a shot, and so he went and sat on the other side of him, putting his empty cup down as he did.
“Sounds like an interesting tale.” He said, flashing the man a charming smile after speaking as he pretended to hold any interest in how this man learned to use a sword. He had to admit, the other was rather good looking, but flirting with men was a more delicate dance than flirting with women. Flirt with the wrong guy and Saro would find himself at the business end of a sword, so he was a lot more cautious in his approach towards handsome men.
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Saro was preparing to leave Colchis, he felt that he had done everything there was to do there, and the ship had been resupplied at it’s port and the rest of the crew were ready to set sail for their next conquest, most of them having lost the majority of their money to gambling, alcohol and whores. Saro still had a bit on him, not including the jewelry he had left on his person, and since they wouldn’t be setting sail until the morning, he figured he ought to enjoy his last night in Midas for who knows how long.
He hadn’t chosen that particular establishment for any real reason other than it was close to where he had slept the previous night, which had been the house of some married woman that he had bedded. Lucky for him, her husband had been away on business, so it was perfect timing for the older woman to have a much younger stranger stay over. In the morning he had dressed himself and taken his leave of the house, relieving the homeowner of a couple valuables on his way out the door. That ought to be fun for her to explain to her husband, and he’d wish he could be there to hear her try to explain her way out of that one.
The day had seen him meandering lazily, learning his way around the twisted streets of the lower portion of Colchis, committing a few places to memory if he ever found himself back here and in need of certain things. As the day wore on, he had even made his way to the market, and eventually to this bar.
The night was young, but the patrons were not. For the most part they seemed to be much older than he was, most of them more than old enough to be his father. That didn’t matter, he wasn’t looking for companionship of any kind from any of them, he merely wished to have some drinks before stumbling his way back to the port and boarding the ship to make sure he was on it in the morning lest they sail away without him. Wouldn’t be the first time they’d done that to him, he quickly learned to be on the ship the night before they were set to sail, lest he be landlocked until they decided to come back for him.
As he headed back towards the bar for another cup of wine, he heard a man speak, his slower speech suggested he might have had one cup of wine too many, but the fresh drink in his hand suggested he did not plan on stopping there. He was speaking to a man sat beside him who seemed to hold no interest in the other’s words. Saro wondered if he could get some free drinks out of the man. He had no problem listening to another’s stories if it meant that he could drink for free. He figured it was worth a shot, and so he went and sat on the other side of him, putting his empty cup down as he did.
“Sounds like an interesting tale.” He said, flashing the man a charming smile after speaking as he pretended to hold any interest in how this man learned to use a sword. He had to admit, the other was rather good looking, but flirting with men was a more delicate dance than flirting with women. Flirt with the wrong guy and Saro would find himself at the business end of a sword, so he was a lot more cautious in his approach towards handsome men.
Saro was preparing to leave Colchis, he felt that he had done everything there was to do there, and the ship had been resupplied at it’s port and the rest of the crew were ready to set sail for their next conquest, most of them having lost the majority of their money to gambling, alcohol and whores. Saro still had a bit on him, not including the jewelry he had left on his person, and since they wouldn’t be setting sail until the morning, he figured he ought to enjoy his last night in Midas for who knows how long.
He hadn’t chosen that particular establishment for any real reason other than it was close to where he had slept the previous night, which had been the house of some married woman that he had bedded. Lucky for him, her husband had been away on business, so it was perfect timing for the older woman to have a much younger stranger stay over. In the morning he had dressed himself and taken his leave of the house, relieving the homeowner of a couple valuables on his way out the door. That ought to be fun for her to explain to her husband, and he’d wish he could be there to hear her try to explain her way out of that one.
The day had seen him meandering lazily, learning his way around the twisted streets of the lower portion of Colchis, committing a few places to memory if he ever found himself back here and in need of certain things. As the day wore on, he had even made his way to the market, and eventually to this bar.
The night was young, but the patrons were not. For the most part they seemed to be much older than he was, most of them more than old enough to be his father. That didn’t matter, he wasn’t looking for companionship of any kind from any of them, he merely wished to have some drinks before stumbling his way back to the port and boarding the ship to make sure he was on it in the morning lest they sail away without him. Wouldn’t be the first time they’d done that to him, he quickly learned to be on the ship the night before they were set to sail, lest he be landlocked until they decided to come back for him.
As he headed back towards the bar for another cup of wine, he heard a man speak, his slower speech suggested he might have had one cup of wine too many, but the fresh drink in his hand suggested he did not plan on stopping there. He was speaking to a man sat beside him who seemed to hold no interest in the other’s words. Saro wondered if he could get some free drinks out of the man. He had no problem listening to another’s stories if it meant that he could drink for free. He figured it was worth a shot, and so he went and sat on the other side of him, putting his empty cup down as he did.
“Sounds like an interesting tale.” He said, flashing the man a charming smile after speaking as he pretended to hold any interest in how this man learned to use a sword. He had to admit, the other was rather good looking, but flirting with men was a more delicate dance than flirting with women. Flirt with the wrong guy and Saro would find himself at the business end of a sword, so he was a lot more cautious in his approach towards handsome men.
Hesiodos wondered where if he would stay or if he would go, and if so, where exactly. He was the kind of person that didn’t like to stay in one place for long… his feet itched with wanderlust, and every step he took brought him to new adventures and excitement. The other day, he just got into a duel of honor with some man whose name he didn’t remember because the bard slept with his sister… after drawing blood and making him flee, he went to his home and fucked her all night… he was glad to leave before she got hold of what did he do.
Right now, he just wanted a drink or six or ten or more before things got worse. Drinks, and tell his stories to someone else, just as he liked to do. It was one of the things that brought him the most joy, and thankfully, someone took the bait.
He was a handsome man, with long flowing hair and strong features… Hesiodos immediately took a liking to him, but he knew that it was better to wait until a man gave you a signal to flirt with him, otherwise things may turn uncomfortable at best, bloody at worst. So Hesiodos just offered a smile and said, “It really is. I think this will be of your liking…”
Before he could continue, another cup of wine was presented to him. So he took it on his hands and raised it to him in a toast before winking and drinking, then began his story as if it was nothing, “I’m a musician, and as a musician, you get to be in many places, as long as you play good music and are pretty, and I do a damn good job at both. So that’s how I found myself, at a young age, in the house of a noble lady of Phossis…”, his tone was the one he used for telling stories and tall tales. It was full of mystery and drama, one he knew people liked, “I played my lyre for the noble ladies as they ate pastries and drank. And drank a lot… so much that they were a giggling and talking like a sailors.”
He chuckled at that, as if he recalled it just right now and then, “There was a discussion, however… something about who was fucking who, and who didn’t have the right to fuck who, and the lady and one of her friends decided to settle it with sharp bronze. They went to the patio, where flowers as beautiful as them grew, and took swords, but then someone stopped them. It was one of her friends, who was a healer, and suggested that to avoid an infection, they should remove their clothes… and they did.”
He made a pause to drink more of the wine, and he looked at the man before him with a knowing look. The fact that a couple of patrons were staring at him, clearly interested in the story didn’t escape his notice, “So, a young me was witness of two beautiful drunk women quarreling in a dangerous, erotic dance… and it ended when the lady of the house slashed her friend in the arm. She was treated, they got dressed, and resumed drinking like it was nothing, and I stared dumfounded… that day, I decided to learn how to wield a sword”, he concluded with a wide grin. Now he would have to let the man decide if the story was veridical, or if he was bullshitting.
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Hesiodos wondered where if he would stay or if he would go, and if so, where exactly. He was the kind of person that didn’t like to stay in one place for long… his feet itched with wanderlust, and every step he took brought him to new adventures and excitement. The other day, he just got into a duel of honor with some man whose name he didn’t remember because the bard slept with his sister… after drawing blood and making him flee, he went to his home and fucked her all night… he was glad to leave before she got hold of what did he do.
Right now, he just wanted a drink or six or ten or more before things got worse. Drinks, and tell his stories to someone else, just as he liked to do. It was one of the things that brought him the most joy, and thankfully, someone took the bait.
He was a handsome man, with long flowing hair and strong features… Hesiodos immediately took a liking to him, but he knew that it was better to wait until a man gave you a signal to flirt with him, otherwise things may turn uncomfortable at best, bloody at worst. So Hesiodos just offered a smile and said, “It really is. I think this will be of your liking…”
Before he could continue, another cup of wine was presented to him. So he took it on his hands and raised it to him in a toast before winking and drinking, then began his story as if it was nothing, “I’m a musician, and as a musician, you get to be in many places, as long as you play good music and are pretty, and I do a damn good job at both. So that’s how I found myself, at a young age, in the house of a noble lady of Phossis…”, his tone was the one he used for telling stories and tall tales. It was full of mystery and drama, one he knew people liked, “I played my lyre for the noble ladies as they ate pastries and drank. And drank a lot… so much that they were a giggling and talking like a sailors.”
He chuckled at that, as if he recalled it just right now and then, “There was a discussion, however… something about who was fucking who, and who didn’t have the right to fuck who, and the lady and one of her friends decided to settle it with sharp bronze. They went to the patio, where flowers as beautiful as them grew, and took swords, but then someone stopped them. It was one of her friends, who was a healer, and suggested that to avoid an infection, they should remove their clothes… and they did.”
He made a pause to drink more of the wine, and he looked at the man before him with a knowing look. The fact that a couple of patrons were staring at him, clearly interested in the story didn’t escape his notice, “So, a young me was witness of two beautiful drunk women quarreling in a dangerous, erotic dance… and it ended when the lady of the house slashed her friend in the arm. She was treated, they got dressed, and resumed drinking like it was nothing, and I stared dumfounded… that day, I decided to learn how to wield a sword”, he concluded with a wide grin. Now he would have to let the man decide if the story was veridical, or if he was bullshitting.
Hesiodos wondered where if he would stay or if he would go, and if so, where exactly. He was the kind of person that didn’t like to stay in one place for long… his feet itched with wanderlust, and every step he took brought him to new adventures and excitement. The other day, he just got into a duel of honor with some man whose name he didn’t remember because the bard slept with his sister… after drawing blood and making him flee, he went to his home and fucked her all night… he was glad to leave before she got hold of what did he do.
Right now, he just wanted a drink or six or ten or more before things got worse. Drinks, and tell his stories to someone else, just as he liked to do. It was one of the things that brought him the most joy, and thankfully, someone took the bait.
He was a handsome man, with long flowing hair and strong features… Hesiodos immediately took a liking to him, but he knew that it was better to wait until a man gave you a signal to flirt with him, otherwise things may turn uncomfortable at best, bloody at worst. So Hesiodos just offered a smile and said, “It really is. I think this will be of your liking…”
Before he could continue, another cup of wine was presented to him. So he took it on his hands and raised it to him in a toast before winking and drinking, then began his story as if it was nothing, “I’m a musician, and as a musician, you get to be in many places, as long as you play good music and are pretty, and I do a damn good job at both. So that’s how I found myself, at a young age, in the house of a noble lady of Phossis…”, his tone was the one he used for telling stories and tall tales. It was full of mystery and drama, one he knew people liked, “I played my lyre for the noble ladies as they ate pastries and drank. And drank a lot… so much that they were a giggling and talking like a sailors.”
He chuckled at that, as if he recalled it just right now and then, “There was a discussion, however… something about who was fucking who, and who didn’t have the right to fuck who, and the lady and one of her friends decided to settle it with sharp bronze. They went to the patio, where flowers as beautiful as them grew, and took swords, but then someone stopped them. It was one of her friends, who was a healer, and suggested that to avoid an infection, they should remove their clothes… and they did.”
He made a pause to drink more of the wine, and he looked at the man before him with a knowing look. The fact that a couple of patrons were staring at him, clearly interested in the story didn’t escape his notice, “So, a young me was witness of two beautiful drunk women quarreling in a dangerous, erotic dance… and it ended when the lady of the house slashed her friend in the arm. She was treated, they got dressed, and resumed drinking like it was nothing, and I stared dumfounded… that day, I decided to learn how to wield a sword”, he concluded with a wide grin. Now he would have to let the man decide if the story was veridical, or if he was bullshitting.
Saro motioned for the server to bring him another cup of wine as well as he settled in to listen to this mans tale, he would convince him to buy the next drink, he was sure of it. For now he needed to charm and interest the man, which included listening to his convoluted story about the two naked fighting women. He didn’t believe a single word of it, but he believed that other, less traveled people might believe his tall tale. When it was finished and he seemed to be waiting for Saro’s reaction, the pirate gave him another one of his signature charming grins, taking a drink of his wine before speaking.
“I do not believe a single word that fell from your lips, but I enjoyed listening none the less.” He said with a hearty laugh, mischief glittering in his dark brown eyes as he subtly shifted in just a bit closer, a move that others around them wouldn’t even notice, but enough that the other male would notice and hopefully react well. If he wasn’t into men, he would simply pass it off as Saro having no boundaries and possibly asking him to move out of his space, if he was into men, he would hopefully take it as a signal that Saro was as well.
“Would you care to hear a tale of my own? Or do you only tell them and not listen to them?” He asked, hoping the other would want to hear his story, as he loved to tell this particular one more than any others. He believed he would be telling people this story until the end of his days. His mother often joked that his last breath would be used to tell the story one more time. He supposed he did tell it quite often, but it was impressive to almost everyone he had told it to.
“The name is Saro. And who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” He asked, his voice low and sultry as he worked his charms on the yet to be named male. Saro was a charming man most of the time, whether it was romantic or he was just charming them into revealing information or letting him in some where, or really anything. He had only run into a few people that had been resistant to his charms over the years, and those were usually the very serious types, which this man did not seem to be at all.
Saro’s cup of wine was lifted to his lips and it was not removed until he finished off the beverage inside, there was no reason that he couldn’t get absolutely drunk while he killed time until he needed to be back at the ship. As long as he was able to make his way down to the docks and onto the ship, or at least find someone that would be able to get him down there before morning. He was sure that if he was too drunk to make it there, some stranger would help out.
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Saro motioned for the server to bring him another cup of wine as well as he settled in to listen to this mans tale, he would convince him to buy the next drink, he was sure of it. For now he needed to charm and interest the man, which included listening to his convoluted story about the two naked fighting women. He didn’t believe a single word of it, but he believed that other, less traveled people might believe his tall tale. When it was finished and he seemed to be waiting for Saro’s reaction, the pirate gave him another one of his signature charming grins, taking a drink of his wine before speaking.
“I do not believe a single word that fell from your lips, but I enjoyed listening none the less.” He said with a hearty laugh, mischief glittering in his dark brown eyes as he subtly shifted in just a bit closer, a move that others around them wouldn’t even notice, but enough that the other male would notice and hopefully react well. If he wasn’t into men, he would simply pass it off as Saro having no boundaries and possibly asking him to move out of his space, if he was into men, he would hopefully take it as a signal that Saro was as well.
“Would you care to hear a tale of my own? Or do you only tell them and not listen to them?” He asked, hoping the other would want to hear his story, as he loved to tell this particular one more than any others. He believed he would be telling people this story until the end of his days. His mother often joked that his last breath would be used to tell the story one more time. He supposed he did tell it quite often, but it was impressive to almost everyone he had told it to.
“The name is Saro. And who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” He asked, his voice low and sultry as he worked his charms on the yet to be named male. Saro was a charming man most of the time, whether it was romantic or he was just charming them into revealing information or letting him in some where, or really anything. He had only run into a few people that had been resistant to his charms over the years, and those were usually the very serious types, which this man did not seem to be at all.
Saro’s cup of wine was lifted to his lips and it was not removed until he finished off the beverage inside, there was no reason that he couldn’t get absolutely drunk while he killed time until he needed to be back at the ship. As long as he was able to make his way down to the docks and onto the ship, or at least find someone that would be able to get him down there before morning. He was sure that if he was too drunk to make it there, some stranger would help out.
Saro motioned for the server to bring him another cup of wine as well as he settled in to listen to this mans tale, he would convince him to buy the next drink, he was sure of it. For now he needed to charm and interest the man, which included listening to his convoluted story about the two naked fighting women. He didn’t believe a single word of it, but he believed that other, less traveled people might believe his tall tale. When it was finished and he seemed to be waiting for Saro’s reaction, the pirate gave him another one of his signature charming grins, taking a drink of his wine before speaking.
“I do not believe a single word that fell from your lips, but I enjoyed listening none the less.” He said with a hearty laugh, mischief glittering in his dark brown eyes as he subtly shifted in just a bit closer, a move that others around them wouldn’t even notice, but enough that the other male would notice and hopefully react well. If he wasn’t into men, he would simply pass it off as Saro having no boundaries and possibly asking him to move out of his space, if he was into men, he would hopefully take it as a signal that Saro was as well.
“Would you care to hear a tale of my own? Or do you only tell them and not listen to them?” He asked, hoping the other would want to hear his story, as he loved to tell this particular one more than any others. He believed he would be telling people this story until the end of his days. His mother often joked that his last breath would be used to tell the story one more time. He supposed he did tell it quite often, but it was impressive to almost everyone he had told it to.
“The name is Saro. And who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” He asked, his voice low and sultry as he worked his charms on the yet to be named male. Saro was a charming man most of the time, whether it was romantic or he was just charming them into revealing information or letting him in some where, or really anything. He had only run into a few people that had been resistant to his charms over the years, and those were usually the very serious types, which this man did not seem to be at all.
Saro’s cup of wine was lifted to his lips and it was not removed until he finished off the beverage inside, there was no reason that he couldn’t get absolutely drunk while he killed time until he needed to be back at the ship. As long as he was able to make his way down to the docks and onto the ship, or at least find someone that would be able to get him down there before morning. He was sure that if he was too drunk to make it there, some stranger would help out.
Hesiodos was immediately grew fond of that charming smile on his bearded face. It was the kind of smile that could remove a girl’s clothing… and his own, for that matter. And this man seemed smart, as he didn’t believe his tall tale, but he was pleased to know he actually enjoyed it, “Isn’t that the point of stories, my friend? For people to enjoy them… and it’s not my most ridiculous story, believe me”, he laughed with him, really liking his laugh as well.
His movement didn’t go past him, and with that, Hesiodos offered him a smile, “You fancy me, don’t you?”, he said without any hint of subtlety of shame. Subtlety was for courts, but in bars? He was not going to play hard to get, “Relax, I do too”, he winked and drank some of his wine. Hopefully with his intentions clear, this could turn into something more interesting.
His green eyes glistened with delight, “I love hearing other people’s stories, almost as much as telling them… just be warned, I may spread it around like wildfire”, his mischievous smile told him that he meant it. If the man wasn’t already famous, that would surely make him as such… he even considered adding some more tall details, if he judged it needed them.
“My name is Hesiodos of Phossis, the legendary bard. It’s a great pleasure”, he said with a small bow on his chair, before taking another sip of wine, “Saro…” he repeated the name, as if tasting it, “It sounds exotic. May I know where do you hail from?” oh how he loved the voice of this man. It spoke of silken sheets and soft beds and strong wine, and nights of passion. It was the kind of voice he liked, and the kind of voice he used often for people he fancied. And that was the voice he was using right now.
His mind already gifted him with thoughts of Saro naked before him… he imagined them as the man told him his story, and hopefully the night would make them true.
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Hesiodos was immediately grew fond of that charming smile on his bearded face. It was the kind of smile that could remove a girl’s clothing… and his own, for that matter. And this man seemed smart, as he didn’t believe his tall tale, but he was pleased to know he actually enjoyed it, “Isn’t that the point of stories, my friend? For people to enjoy them… and it’s not my most ridiculous story, believe me”, he laughed with him, really liking his laugh as well.
His movement didn’t go past him, and with that, Hesiodos offered him a smile, “You fancy me, don’t you?”, he said without any hint of subtlety of shame. Subtlety was for courts, but in bars? He was not going to play hard to get, “Relax, I do too”, he winked and drank some of his wine. Hopefully with his intentions clear, this could turn into something more interesting.
His green eyes glistened with delight, “I love hearing other people’s stories, almost as much as telling them… just be warned, I may spread it around like wildfire”, his mischievous smile told him that he meant it. If the man wasn’t already famous, that would surely make him as such… he even considered adding some more tall details, if he judged it needed them.
“My name is Hesiodos of Phossis, the legendary bard. It’s a great pleasure”, he said with a small bow on his chair, before taking another sip of wine, “Saro…” he repeated the name, as if tasting it, “It sounds exotic. May I know where do you hail from?” oh how he loved the voice of this man. It spoke of silken sheets and soft beds and strong wine, and nights of passion. It was the kind of voice he liked, and the kind of voice he used often for people he fancied. And that was the voice he was using right now.
His mind already gifted him with thoughts of Saro naked before him… he imagined them as the man told him his story, and hopefully the night would make them true.
Hesiodos was immediately grew fond of that charming smile on his bearded face. It was the kind of smile that could remove a girl’s clothing… and his own, for that matter. And this man seemed smart, as he didn’t believe his tall tale, but he was pleased to know he actually enjoyed it, “Isn’t that the point of stories, my friend? For people to enjoy them… and it’s not my most ridiculous story, believe me”, he laughed with him, really liking his laugh as well.
His movement didn’t go past him, and with that, Hesiodos offered him a smile, “You fancy me, don’t you?”, he said without any hint of subtlety of shame. Subtlety was for courts, but in bars? He was not going to play hard to get, “Relax, I do too”, he winked and drank some of his wine. Hopefully with his intentions clear, this could turn into something more interesting.
His green eyes glistened with delight, “I love hearing other people’s stories, almost as much as telling them… just be warned, I may spread it around like wildfire”, his mischievous smile told him that he meant it. If the man wasn’t already famous, that would surely make him as such… he even considered adding some more tall details, if he judged it needed them.
“My name is Hesiodos of Phossis, the legendary bard. It’s a great pleasure”, he said with a small bow on his chair, before taking another sip of wine, “Saro…” he repeated the name, as if tasting it, “It sounds exotic. May I know where do you hail from?” oh how he loved the voice of this man. It spoke of silken sheets and soft beds and strong wine, and nights of passion. It was the kind of voice he liked, and the kind of voice he used often for people he fancied. And that was the voice he was using right now.
His mind already gifted him with thoughts of Saro naked before him… he imagined them as the man told him his story, and hopefully the night would make them true.
“I’d love to hear more of them then, if they get even more unbelievable.” He teased, a little surprised as the other came right out and called him out for his subtle shift forward. One of his eyebrows raised in question as he was so bold with his speech. Perhaps Saro’s shift could have just been a coincidence, and yet here he was, declaring that Saro must have liked him and that he felt the same.
Luckily for both of them, it was true.
“Good to know. I shall keep that in mind as our night progresses.” He commented back, his grin turning into a smirk. He had a feeling that this night was going to be a lot more interesting than he thought it was going to be. It was definitely a turn for the better if it meant he could possibly get some free drinks from the man as well as sex.
When the other male stated he would like to hear Saro’s story, he perked up even more, a little excited that he cared to hear the tale. He reached into his belt and pulled out the twin set of daggers he carried around with him, the hilts were covered in glistening jewels and intricate carvings with a foreign language carved as well. He held them in his hands in offer to Hesiodos so he could take a closer look if he so wished. He then began his story.
“It was a few years ago, when I was a young man of sixteen years. We had just landed in a port of some lands I had yet to see, upon our arrival my father saw to it that he attended business in a tavern in an attempt to find a source of income, one less than legal.” He said, dark eyes glistening as he told the practiced tale that he had repeated over many years.
“I went with him, as a boy I was very curious and wished to learn from my father. It took us most of the night, but eventually he was able to get one of the men drunk enough to spill some secrets. He told us of the royal family of their country, and the countless riches that they held in their treasury. We regrouped with the rest of the crew, and a plan was soon formed. Being a foolish young boy, and one who could not sleep, I decided that I would sneak into the palace myself and relieve them of their money.” He said, pausing to finish off his cup of wine before his story continued.
“And so I snuck away that night, and whether it was pure blind luck, or some sort of god watching over me, I was able to sneak my way past the guards and over the walls, finding my way to where we had been told the money was kept. I pushed open the doors, expecting glittering piles of gold and precious jewels. When the doors opened and my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the room was empty. The dust that had collected suggested it had been that way for a very long time. The royal family had spent through all of their money and had left themselves with nothing. They did not want the common people to know, the money was the root of their power. All that remained in that room was these daggers, the last remaining treasure that they owned. And so, I took them. I told my father the next morning of what I had done, but not of the daggers. The next day, the royal guards were turning homes inside out, the prince was furious about a set of missing daggers, ones that he claimed had once belonged to the gods. Needless to say, we took our leave from that port shortly after.” He said, finishing his story and laughing a little, taking the daggers back, he slipped them back into his belt.
When he was asked where he came from, his grin widened a little.
“I come from the sea. I was born upon her bountiful waters, and it is there I will die as well.” He said simply, he found people tended to be excited by the fact that he was bound to no lands, a true child of the sea if there ever was one. He paused for a moment before speaking again.
“I happen to know that this place has rooms for rent by the night. If you care to join me in one, I am sure we have much to talk about and it would be better heard with less voices around us.” He offered, though the intent was clear in his eyes. He no longer much cared if this man paid for any drinks, now that he knew he was attracted to men as well, Saro’s focus had shifted to other pleasures. He was shameless in his desires, once he knew if a man was into other men or not. He saw no reason to deprive himself of such pleasures in life. Life was short, even shorter when you were a pirate and you never knew which fight would be your last, or when the sea might grow angry enough to swallow you up.
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“I’d love to hear more of them then, if they get even more unbelievable.” He teased, a little surprised as the other came right out and called him out for his subtle shift forward. One of his eyebrows raised in question as he was so bold with his speech. Perhaps Saro’s shift could have just been a coincidence, and yet here he was, declaring that Saro must have liked him and that he felt the same.
Luckily for both of them, it was true.
“Good to know. I shall keep that in mind as our night progresses.” He commented back, his grin turning into a smirk. He had a feeling that this night was going to be a lot more interesting than he thought it was going to be. It was definitely a turn for the better if it meant he could possibly get some free drinks from the man as well as sex.
When the other male stated he would like to hear Saro’s story, he perked up even more, a little excited that he cared to hear the tale. He reached into his belt and pulled out the twin set of daggers he carried around with him, the hilts were covered in glistening jewels and intricate carvings with a foreign language carved as well. He held them in his hands in offer to Hesiodos so he could take a closer look if he so wished. He then began his story.
“It was a few years ago, when I was a young man of sixteen years. We had just landed in a port of some lands I had yet to see, upon our arrival my father saw to it that he attended business in a tavern in an attempt to find a source of income, one less than legal.” He said, dark eyes glistening as he told the practiced tale that he had repeated over many years.
“I went with him, as a boy I was very curious and wished to learn from my father. It took us most of the night, but eventually he was able to get one of the men drunk enough to spill some secrets. He told us of the royal family of their country, and the countless riches that they held in their treasury. We regrouped with the rest of the crew, and a plan was soon formed. Being a foolish young boy, and one who could not sleep, I decided that I would sneak into the palace myself and relieve them of their money.” He said, pausing to finish off his cup of wine before his story continued.
“And so I snuck away that night, and whether it was pure blind luck, or some sort of god watching over me, I was able to sneak my way past the guards and over the walls, finding my way to where we had been told the money was kept. I pushed open the doors, expecting glittering piles of gold and precious jewels. When the doors opened and my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the room was empty. The dust that had collected suggested it had been that way for a very long time. The royal family had spent through all of their money and had left themselves with nothing. They did not want the common people to know, the money was the root of their power. All that remained in that room was these daggers, the last remaining treasure that they owned. And so, I took them. I told my father the next morning of what I had done, but not of the daggers. The next day, the royal guards were turning homes inside out, the prince was furious about a set of missing daggers, ones that he claimed had once belonged to the gods. Needless to say, we took our leave from that port shortly after.” He said, finishing his story and laughing a little, taking the daggers back, he slipped them back into his belt.
When he was asked where he came from, his grin widened a little.
“I come from the sea. I was born upon her bountiful waters, and it is there I will die as well.” He said simply, he found people tended to be excited by the fact that he was bound to no lands, a true child of the sea if there ever was one. He paused for a moment before speaking again.
“I happen to know that this place has rooms for rent by the night. If you care to join me in one, I am sure we have much to talk about and it would be better heard with less voices around us.” He offered, though the intent was clear in his eyes. He no longer much cared if this man paid for any drinks, now that he knew he was attracted to men as well, Saro’s focus had shifted to other pleasures. He was shameless in his desires, once he knew if a man was into other men or not. He saw no reason to deprive himself of such pleasures in life. Life was short, even shorter when you were a pirate and you never knew which fight would be your last, or when the sea might grow angry enough to swallow you up.
“I’d love to hear more of them then, if they get even more unbelievable.” He teased, a little surprised as the other came right out and called him out for his subtle shift forward. One of his eyebrows raised in question as he was so bold with his speech. Perhaps Saro’s shift could have just been a coincidence, and yet here he was, declaring that Saro must have liked him and that he felt the same.
Luckily for both of them, it was true.
“Good to know. I shall keep that in mind as our night progresses.” He commented back, his grin turning into a smirk. He had a feeling that this night was going to be a lot more interesting than he thought it was going to be. It was definitely a turn for the better if it meant he could possibly get some free drinks from the man as well as sex.
When the other male stated he would like to hear Saro’s story, he perked up even more, a little excited that he cared to hear the tale. He reached into his belt and pulled out the twin set of daggers he carried around with him, the hilts were covered in glistening jewels and intricate carvings with a foreign language carved as well. He held them in his hands in offer to Hesiodos so he could take a closer look if he so wished. He then began his story.
“It was a few years ago, when I was a young man of sixteen years. We had just landed in a port of some lands I had yet to see, upon our arrival my father saw to it that he attended business in a tavern in an attempt to find a source of income, one less than legal.” He said, dark eyes glistening as he told the practiced tale that he had repeated over many years.
“I went with him, as a boy I was very curious and wished to learn from my father. It took us most of the night, but eventually he was able to get one of the men drunk enough to spill some secrets. He told us of the royal family of their country, and the countless riches that they held in their treasury. We regrouped with the rest of the crew, and a plan was soon formed. Being a foolish young boy, and one who could not sleep, I decided that I would sneak into the palace myself and relieve them of their money.” He said, pausing to finish off his cup of wine before his story continued.
“And so I snuck away that night, and whether it was pure blind luck, or some sort of god watching over me, I was able to sneak my way past the guards and over the walls, finding my way to where we had been told the money was kept. I pushed open the doors, expecting glittering piles of gold and precious jewels. When the doors opened and my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the room was empty. The dust that had collected suggested it had been that way for a very long time. The royal family had spent through all of their money and had left themselves with nothing. They did not want the common people to know, the money was the root of their power. All that remained in that room was these daggers, the last remaining treasure that they owned. And so, I took them. I told my father the next morning of what I had done, but not of the daggers. The next day, the royal guards were turning homes inside out, the prince was furious about a set of missing daggers, ones that he claimed had once belonged to the gods. Needless to say, we took our leave from that port shortly after.” He said, finishing his story and laughing a little, taking the daggers back, he slipped them back into his belt.
When he was asked where he came from, his grin widened a little.
“I come from the sea. I was born upon her bountiful waters, and it is there I will die as well.” He said simply, he found people tended to be excited by the fact that he was bound to no lands, a true child of the sea if there ever was one. He paused for a moment before speaking again.
“I happen to know that this place has rooms for rent by the night. If you care to join me in one, I am sure we have much to talk about and it would be better heard with less voices around us.” He offered, though the intent was clear in his eyes. He no longer much cared if this man paid for any drinks, now that he knew he was attracted to men as well, Saro’s focus had shifted to other pleasures. He was shameless in his desires, once he knew if a man was into other men or not. He saw no reason to deprive himself of such pleasures in life. Life was short, even shorter when you were a pirate and you never knew which fight would be your last, or when the sea might grow angry enough to swallow you up.
“I have incredibly more unbelievable stories, my friends… I’m sure they will be of your liking”, he was eager to tell him of the more fantastic stories; the ones he told to drunk patrons, the ones that had everyone at the edge of their seats and with their knuckles white for gripping the edge of the tables, the ones that always got him standing ovations when he finished… he was sure Saro would appreciate them.
“I’m quite glad for that. Here, have something…”, as a courtesy for the man he was trying to court, he made a gesture to the bartender to give them a round of drinks when they finished their own. Hesiodos loved life, and loved sex, and loved stories, and loved them all much more when he was drunk. It was part of his Dionysian nature, because life was too short and miserable to spend it sober.
Hesiodos saw with wide eyes the daggers he produced, and gracefully took them in his hands. He took a moment to inspect them, from the deadly tops to the jeweled pommels, and played with them in his hands skillfully – they were well balanced, “They’re as much of a work of art as they’re deadly weapons… quite suit you, you know”, but then he heard his story, as enraptured as a child.
When he was over, the bard found himself staring at him closer, truly fascinated. He didn’t offer an apology for that, and handed him his daggers back, “That is one of the best stories I’ve ever heard!”, he declared, “Daring, well told, intriguing, and just believable enough to be true… “, he mused, clearly reveling on the story told, “Ahh, you truly made my day better.”
He was truly fascinated by the man, and his origin. A man born at sea? He seemed out of a fairy tale, and he was the kind of man he would make stories up about, just like he did for himself. It was clear that Hesiodos was interested on him, “Oh, I would love to stay all night talking with you… I’m sure there are stories we can tell. And I’m sure I can sing you a song you’ll like. I’m quite a singer, you should know”, he pointed that with a sip of what was left of his wine. He like where this was going.
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“I have incredibly more unbelievable stories, my friends… I’m sure they will be of your liking”, he was eager to tell him of the more fantastic stories; the ones he told to drunk patrons, the ones that had everyone at the edge of their seats and with their knuckles white for gripping the edge of the tables, the ones that always got him standing ovations when he finished… he was sure Saro would appreciate them.
“I’m quite glad for that. Here, have something…”, as a courtesy for the man he was trying to court, he made a gesture to the bartender to give them a round of drinks when they finished their own. Hesiodos loved life, and loved sex, and loved stories, and loved them all much more when he was drunk. It was part of his Dionysian nature, because life was too short and miserable to spend it sober.
Hesiodos saw with wide eyes the daggers he produced, and gracefully took them in his hands. He took a moment to inspect them, from the deadly tops to the jeweled pommels, and played with them in his hands skillfully – they were well balanced, “They’re as much of a work of art as they’re deadly weapons… quite suit you, you know”, but then he heard his story, as enraptured as a child.
When he was over, the bard found himself staring at him closer, truly fascinated. He didn’t offer an apology for that, and handed him his daggers back, “That is one of the best stories I’ve ever heard!”, he declared, “Daring, well told, intriguing, and just believable enough to be true… “, he mused, clearly reveling on the story told, “Ahh, you truly made my day better.”
He was truly fascinated by the man, and his origin. A man born at sea? He seemed out of a fairy tale, and he was the kind of man he would make stories up about, just like he did for himself. It was clear that Hesiodos was interested on him, “Oh, I would love to stay all night talking with you… I’m sure there are stories we can tell. And I’m sure I can sing you a song you’ll like. I’m quite a singer, you should know”, he pointed that with a sip of what was left of his wine. He like where this was going.
“I have incredibly more unbelievable stories, my friends… I’m sure they will be of your liking”, he was eager to tell him of the more fantastic stories; the ones he told to drunk patrons, the ones that had everyone at the edge of their seats and with their knuckles white for gripping the edge of the tables, the ones that always got him standing ovations when he finished… he was sure Saro would appreciate them.
“I’m quite glad for that. Here, have something…”, as a courtesy for the man he was trying to court, he made a gesture to the bartender to give them a round of drinks when they finished their own. Hesiodos loved life, and loved sex, and loved stories, and loved them all much more when he was drunk. It was part of his Dionysian nature, because life was too short and miserable to spend it sober.
Hesiodos saw with wide eyes the daggers he produced, and gracefully took them in his hands. He took a moment to inspect them, from the deadly tops to the jeweled pommels, and played with them in his hands skillfully – they were well balanced, “They’re as much of a work of art as they’re deadly weapons… quite suit you, you know”, but then he heard his story, as enraptured as a child.
When he was over, the bard found himself staring at him closer, truly fascinated. He didn’t offer an apology for that, and handed him his daggers back, “That is one of the best stories I’ve ever heard!”, he declared, “Daring, well told, intriguing, and just believable enough to be true… “, he mused, clearly reveling on the story told, “Ahh, you truly made my day better.”
He was truly fascinated by the man, and his origin. A man born at sea? He seemed out of a fairy tale, and he was the kind of man he would make stories up about, just like he did for himself. It was clear that Hesiodos was interested on him, “Oh, I would love to stay all night talking with you… I’m sure there are stories we can tell. And I’m sure I can sing you a song you’ll like. I’m quite a singer, you should know”, he pointed that with a sip of what was left of his wine. He like where this was going.
Saro couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph as the other man ordered him a drink. So, it seemed his original goal of listening to his stories in order to drink for free wasn’t hopeless. Perhaps he would get more out of this man than originally thought if he played his cards right. So far it hadn’t been all that hard.
“Many thanks. I will have to find some way to repay you.” He said with a bit of a cheeky grin as he held the cup up in a little toast before taking a drink of the slightly bitter wine that it contained. He found that he favoured other wines, the wines here in Colchis were strong, he supposed like the people themselves were, but he had a preference for sweeter wines.
He chuckled as the other commented on his story, glad that he had enjoyed the tale. He had only embellished it a little bit, for the most part it was a true story, though whether he and the others he had told truly believed him or not was a different story. He alone knew the truth, as no one else had been there to witness it, at least not as far as he was aware. He had been careful not to get caught, and he was sure if it had been known, the Prince’s guards would have had his head that morning.
Saro nodded a little, biting his bottom lip a bit flirtatiously as they spoke of getting a room together and Hesiodos spoke of singing for him. “I would enjoy that greatly. It has been many months since I last heard someone who had a beautiful voice that matched their beautiful looks.” He commented, reaching over to trace his finger tips gently down the other male’s jawline, an old trick he used to draw people in with the soft touch and leave them wanted more of his hands on them.
“Just say the word and I will see to it that we have some where a little more private to retire.” He said, his voice a little lower as he said that, his hand dropping from its spot on his cheek to grab his cup of wine and take a long drink from it, nearly finishing it off already. He wasn’t known for taking it slow when drinking. His motto was the drunker the better, though he knew he couldn’t drink too much, not if this night was going to end with the two men together in a bed.
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Saro couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph as the other man ordered him a drink. So, it seemed his original goal of listening to his stories in order to drink for free wasn’t hopeless. Perhaps he would get more out of this man than originally thought if he played his cards right. So far it hadn’t been all that hard.
“Many thanks. I will have to find some way to repay you.” He said with a bit of a cheeky grin as he held the cup up in a little toast before taking a drink of the slightly bitter wine that it contained. He found that he favoured other wines, the wines here in Colchis were strong, he supposed like the people themselves were, but he had a preference for sweeter wines.
He chuckled as the other commented on his story, glad that he had enjoyed the tale. He had only embellished it a little bit, for the most part it was a true story, though whether he and the others he had told truly believed him or not was a different story. He alone knew the truth, as no one else had been there to witness it, at least not as far as he was aware. He had been careful not to get caught, and he was sure if it had been known, the Prince’s guards would have had his head that morning.
Saro nodded a little, biting his bottom lip a bit flirtatiously as they spoke of getting a room together and Hesiodos spoke of singing for him. “I would enjoy that greatly. It has been many months since I last heard someone who had a beautiful voice that matched their beautiful looks.” He commented, reaching over to trace his finger tips gently down the other male’s jawline, an old trick he used to draw people in with the soft touch and leave them wanted more of his hands on them.
“Just say the word and I will see to it that we have some where a little more private to retire.” He said, his voice a little lower as he said that, his hand dropping from its spot on his cheek to grab his cup of wine and take a long drink from it, nearly finishing it off already. He wasn’t known for taking it slow when drinking. His motto was the drunker the better, though he knew he couldn’t drink too much, not if this night was going to end with the two men together in a bed.
Saro couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph as the other man ordered him a drink. So, it seemed his original goal of listening to his stories in order to drink for free wasn’t hopeless. Perhaps he would get more out of this man than originally thought if he played his cards right. So far it hadn’t been all that hard.
“Many thanks. I will have to find some way to repay you.” He said with a bit of a cheeky grin as he held the cup up in a little toast before taking a drink of the slightly bitter wine that it contained. He found that he favoured other wines, the wines here in Colchis were strong, he supposed like the people themselves were, but he had a preference for sweeter wines.
He chuckled as the other commented on his story, glad that he had enjoyed the tale. He had only embellished it a little bit, for the most part it was a true story, though whether he and the others he had told truly believed him or not was a different story. He alone knew the truth, as no one else had been there to witness it, at least not as far as he was aware. He had been careful not to get caught, and he was sure if it had been known, the Prince’s guards would have had his head that morning.
Saro nodded a little, biting his bottom lip a bit flirtatiously as they spoke of getting a room together and Hesiodos spoke of singing for him. “I would enjoy that greatly. It has been many months since I last heard someone who had a beautiful voice that matched their beautiful looks.” He commented, reaching over to trace his finger tips gently down the other male’s jawline, an old trick he used to draw people in with the soft touch and leave them wanted more of his hands on them.
“Just say the word and I will see to it that we have some where a little more private to retire.” He said, his voice a little lower as he said that, his hand dropping from its spot on his cheek to grab his cup of wine and take a long drink from it, nearly finishing it off already. He wasn’t known for taking it slow when drinking. His motto was the drunker the better, though he knew he couldn’t drink too much, not if this night was going to end with the two men together in a bed.
Hesiodos was an easy lover, and he didn’t play hard to get. He never understood why someone would want to do that, when the other option was to enjoy yourself. Playing hard to get was for nobles that wanted show a level of decency they wish they didn’t have, an decided to be miserable because of it. The bard of Phossis loved life too much to do such thing.
“Oh, you’re already doing it…”, Saro gave him a delightful story, so the bard gave him a drink: it was an exchange as fair as it was simple, and he sincerely hoped they could exchange many more things tonight, “…But I’m not opposed of some other sort of payment.”
At his compliment, he smiled, “You flatterer. I’m going to warn you, flattery will get you far with me… Oh, how I love honeyed words…”, that was his weakness sometimes, but he liked to have his ego stroked. And many more things, for that matter. He shivered and showed snowy white teeth when he caressed his face. This man knew how to touch just right…
“Oh, which word, exactly?”, he teased, taking his own cup and drinking it, enjoying it, savoring him. He took a moment to move it a bit, enjoying the game the light played on the bold red of the wine as it sloshed, “What about, ‘take me now’? Does that word work?”, he couldn’t hold it any longer and laughed, “I’m happy to be here talking bullshit as long as you want. But after that? You tell me if we’re wasting time.”
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Hesiodos was an easy lover, and he didn’t play hard to get. He never understood why someone would want to do that, when the other option was to enjoy yourself. Playing hard to get was for nobles that wanted show a level of decency they wish they didn’t have, an decided to be miserable because of it. The bard of Phossis loved life too much to do such thing.
“Oh, you’re already doing it…”, Saro gave him a delightful story, so the bard gave him a drink: it was an exchange as fair as it was simple, and he sincerely hoped they could exchange many more things tonight, “…But I’m not opposed of some other sort of payment.”
At his compliment, he smiled, “You flatterer. I’m going to warn you, flattery will get you far with me… Oh, how I love honeyed words…”, that was his weakness sometimes, but he liked to have his ego stroked. And many more things, for that matter. He shivered and showed snowy white teeth when he caressed his face. This man knew how to touch just right…
“Oh, which word, exactly?”, he teased, taking his own cup and drinking it, enjoying it, savoring him. He took a moment to move it a bit, enjoying the game the light played on the bold red of the wine as it sloshed, “What about, ‘take me now’? Does that word work?”, he couldn’t hold it any longer and laughed, “I’m happy to be here talking bullshit as long as you want. But after that? You tell me if we’re wasting time.”
Hesiodos was an easy lover, and he didn’t play hard to get. He never understood why someone would want to do that, when the other option was to enjoy yourself. Playing hard to get was for nobles that wanted show a level of decency they wish they didn’t have, an decided to be miserable because of it. The bard of Phossis loved life too much to do such thing.
“Oh, you’re already doing it…”, Saro gave him a delightful story, so the bard gave him a drink: it was an exchange as fair as it was simple, and he sincerely hoped they could exchange many more things tonight, “…But I’m not opposed of some other sort of payment.”
At his compliment, he smiled, “You flatterer. I’m going to warn you, flattery will get you far with me… Oh, how I love honeyed words…”, that was his weakness sometimes, but he liked to have his ego stroked. And many more things, for that matter. He shivered and showed snowy white teeth when he caressed his face. This man knew how to touch just right…
“Oh, which word, exactly?”, he teased, taking his own cup and drinking it, enjoying it, savoring him. He took a moment to move it a bit, enjoying the game the light played on the bold red of the wine as it sloshed, “What about, ‘take me now’? Does that word work?”, he couldn’t hold it any longer and laughed, “I’m happy to be here talking bullshit as long as you want. But after that? You tell me if we’re wasting time.”
Saro grinned again as the other commented on his flattery. If he liked to be complimented, it was going to work out well for Saro because that was the basis of most of his charms, compliments said with a sweet voice until they let their guards down and thought him a nice person. He laughed as the man asked what the word was.
“That was three words by my count.” He teased, but the others point had been made. Saro wasn’t complaining, some company for the night was more than welcome, especially since this man was so handsome. Glad that he didn’t have to settle for someone less than good looking, he knew their time was a bit limited. He would need to be back on the ship by first light if he didn’t want to be left behind.
“As much as I would love to sit around and listen to the stories you have to tell.” He started. “My time here is short, for we sail off to our next destination come first light. So if you don’t mind, I think you and I should retire for the night, I would hate to miss the opportunity to see your clothes drop to the floor.” He said with a little grin.
He stood from his spot at those words, and found the man who owned the tavern, he had been speaking with him earlier in the night when he learned of the private rooms he rented to people he thought trustworthy. After a quick exchange of coin, Saro returned to where he had left Hesiodos.
“I have arranged for us to have a little more privacy if you would care to follow me to such a place.” He said, hardly waiting for a few seconds before he was turning and making his way through the crowds in the tavern and upstairs to where the rooms were located. He pushed open the door of the room the owner had told him to take. It was nothing fancy, but it had a bed and he had asked for some wine to be brought up, and to his satisfaction the jug sat on a table in the corner along with two glasses.
The pirate stepped inside and poured some of the wine, figuring they weren’t in that big of a rush to get into things that they couldn’t enjoy a drink or two first.
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Saro grinned again as the other commented on his flattery. If he liked to be complimented, it was going to work out well for Saro because that was the basis of most of his charms, compliments said with a sweet voice until they let their guards down and thought him a nice person. He laughed as the man asked what the word was.
“That was three words by my count.” He teased, but the others point had been made. Saro wasn’t complaining, some company for the night was more than welcome, especially since this man was so handsome. Glad that he didn’t have to settle for someone less than good looking, he knew their time was a bit limited. He would need to be back on the ship by first light if he didn’t want to be left behind.
“As much as I would love to sit around and listen to the stories you have to tell.” He started. “My time here is short, for we sail off to our next destination come first light. So if you don’t mind, I think you and I should retire for the night, I would hate to miss the opportunity to see your clothes drop to the floor.” He said with a little grin.
He stood from his spot at those words, and found the man who owned the tavern, he had been speaking with him earlier in the night when he learned of the private rooms he rented to people he thought trustworthy. After a quick exchange of coin, Saro returned to where he had left Hesiodos.
“I have arranged for us to have a little more privacy if you would care to follow me to such a place.” He said, hardly waiting for a few seconds before he was turning and making his way through the crowds in the tavern and upstairs to where the rooms were located. He pushed open the door of the room the owner had told him to take. It was nothing fancy, but it had a bed and he had asked for some wine to be brought up, and to his satisfaction the jug sat on a table in the corner along with two glasses.
The pirate stepped inside and poured some of the wine, figuring they weren’t in that big of a rush to get into things that they couldn’t enjoy a drink or two first.
Saro grinned again as the other commented on his flattery. If he liked to be complimented, it was going to work out well for Saro because that was the basis of most of his charms, compliments said with a sweet voice until they let their guards down and thought him a nice person. He laughed as the man asked what the word was.
“That was three words by my count.” He teased, but the others point had been made. Saro wasn’t complaining, some company for the night was more than welcome, especially since this man was so handsome. Glad that he didn’t have to settle for someone less than good looking, he knew their time was a bit limited. He would need to be back on the ship by first light if he didn’t want to be left behind.
“As much as I would love to sit around and listen to the stories you have to tell.” He started. “My time here is short, for we sail off to our next destination come first light. So if you don’t mind, I think you and I should retire for the night, I would hate to miss the opportunity to see your clothes drop to the floor.” He said with a little grin.
He stood from his spot at those words, and found the man who owned the tavern, he had been speaking with him earlier in the night when he learned of the private rooms he rented to people he thought trustworthy. After a quick exchange of coin, Saro returned to where he had left Hesiodos.
“I have arranged for us to have a little more privacy if you would care to follow me to such a place.” He said, hardly waiting for a few seconds before he was turning and making his way through the crowds in the tavern and upstairs to where the rooms were located. He pushed open the door of the room the owner had told him to take. It was nothing fancy, but it had a bed and he had asked for some wine to be brought up, and to his satisfaction the jug sat on a table in the corner along with two glasses.
The pirate stepped inside and poured some of the wine, figuring they weren’t in that big of a rush to get into things that they couldn’t enjoy a drink or two first.
“Were they?”, he asked sardonically, “My apologies, I’m drunk. But I bet you don’t mind that, don’t you?”, he knew he wouldn’t. He nodded at his next statement, “First light? Quite a predicament… I say we take the chance. Time is of the essence, after all”, he wanted to see his clothes drop on the floor, as well. That would quite improve his day, even more so what happened after…
“Music to my ears”, he said, finished his drink and stood up. He hastily followed Saro to the room, perhaps too enthusiastically. Many people gave them odd looks, but he didn’t mind them… he was in fact amused by the fact that they would know they were fucking.
Once there, he was pleased to see the wine cups. He poured one and toasted quickly before indulging into the drink, “Quite good… Colchian wine has always been one of my favorites”, he took a moment to see the red drink slosh into the cup before taking another drink.
Then he looked at Saro and smirked before getting close to him. With his free hand he softly took his head and pulled him for a passionate kiss. His mouth tasted like wine, just as he expected, and he didn’t pull off the kiss until he needed to breathe… and after, he pilled him over for another fierce kiss, “Are you liking this…?”, he said softly before their lips meet again.
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“Were they?”, he asked sardonically, “My apologies, I’m drunk. But I bet you don’t mind that, don’t you?”, he knew he wouldn’t. He nodded at his next statement, “First light? Quite a predicament… I say we take the chance. Time is of the essence, after all”, he wanted to see his clothes drop on the floor, as well. That would quite improve his day, even more so what happened after…
“Music to my ears”, he said, finished his drink and stood up. He hastily followed Saro to the room, perhaps too enthusiastically. Many people gave them odd looks, but he didn’t mind them… he was in fact amused by the fact that they would know they were fucking.
Once there, he was pleased to see the wine cups. He poured one and toasted quickly before indulging into the drink, “Quite good… Colchian wine has always been one of my favorites”, he took a moment to see the red drink slosh into the cup before taking another drink.
Then he looked at Saro and smirked before getting close to him. With his free hand he softly took his head and pulled him for a passionate kiss. His mouth tasted like wine, just as he expected, and he didn’t pull off the kiss until he needed to breathe… and after, he pilled him over for another fierce kiss, “Are you liking this…?”, he said softly before their lips meet again.
“Were they?”, he asked sardonically, “My apologies, I’m drunk. But I bet you don’t mind that, don’t you?”, he knew he wouldn’t. He nodded at his next statement, “First light? Quite a predicament… I say we take the chance. Time is of the essence, after all”, he wanted to see his clothes drop on the floor, as well. That would quite improve his day, even more so what happened after…
“Music to my ears”, he said, finished his drink and stood up. He hastily followed Saro to the room, perhaps too enthusiastically. Many people gave them odd looks, but he didn’t mind them… he was in fact amused by the fact that they would know they were fucking.
Once there, he was pleased to see the wine cups. He poured one and toasted quickly before indulging into the drink, “Quite good… Colchian wine has always been one of my favorites”, he took a moment to see the red drink slosh into the cup before taking another drink.
Then he looked at Saro and smirked before getting close to him. With his free hand he softly took his head and pulled him for a passionate kiss. His mouth tasted like wine, just as he expected, and he didn’t pull off the kiss until he needed to breathe… and after, he pilled him over for another fierce kiss, “Are you liking this…?”, he said softly before their lips meet again.
"Colchian wine is of no comparison to wines procured from lands afar, but it suits its purpose without leaving a bad taste behind." He said, grinning a little as he took another drink of wine before placing his cup back down on the table.
The other wasted no time approaching him and pulling him in for a kiss. There were no arguments from Saro, his hands moving to the other males hips, he pulled them in close to his own as the kiss lingered for as long as possible. Saro was about to speak, but he was quickly pulled in for a second kiss, which he returned once more, his teeth gently nipping at the others bottom lip before the second kiss ended.
"If I was not, I would not still be doing it." He replied, kissing him for a third time. Once that kiss had broke, he took the cup of wine from Hesiodos’ hand, downing the drink that remained before tossing the cup behind him for the moment. They could return to the wine later, right now Saro had other things on his mind.
He slowly moved the two of them, walking Hesiodos backwards until his legs hit the bed. He pushed the other male onto his back on the bed, taking a moment to pull his own shirt off before climbing on top of him, leaning down to press their lips together once more. The intention was clear between them, they were both up in this room for a reason, and Saro wasn’t going to be shy about it. Once it had been made obvious that they were both mutually interested, all caution had been thrown to the wind.
He broke the kiss, moving to instead place soft and teasing kisses along the right side of his neck, one hand tangling in the other males hair to lightly tug his head to the side a little for better access to his neck. He bit lightly as he kissed, alternating between the soft feel of the kisses and the rougher sting of the small nips to his skin. Saro held no care for which of them held what role in the bedroom, but either way he tended to be a bit more dominant in his push for what he wanted. Not that his new partner seemed to mind his actions.
Saro had many times broken things in a playful tussle for power during a sexual encounter.
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"Colchian wine is of no comparison to wines procured from lands afar, but it suits its purpose without leaving a bad taste behind." He said, grinning a little as he took another drink of wine before placing his cup back down on the table.
The other wasted no time approaching him and pulling him in for a kiss. There were no arguments from Saro, his hands moving to the other males hips, he pulled them in close to his own as the kiss lingered for as long as possible. Saro was about to speak, but he was quickly pulled in for a second kiss, which he returned once more, his teeth gently nipping at the others bottom lip before the second kiss ended.
"If I was not, I would not still be doing it." He replied, kissing him for a third time. Once that kiss had broke, he took the cup of wine from Hesiodos’ hand, downing the drink that remained before tossing the cup behind him for the moment. They could return to the wine later, right now Saro had other things on his mind.
He slowly moved the two of them, walking Hesiodos backwards until his legs hit the bed. He pushed the other male onto his back on the bed, taking a moment to pull his own shirt off before climbing on top of him, leaning down to press their lips together once more. The intention was clear between them, they were both up in this room for a reason, and Saro wasn’t going to be shy about it. Once it had been made obvious that they were both mutually interested, all caution had been thrown to the wind.
He broke the kiss, moving to instead place soft and teasing kisses along the right side of his neck, one hand tangling in the other males hair to lightly tug his head to the side a little for better access to his neck. He bit lightly as he kissed, alternating between the soft feel of the kisses and the rougher sting of the small nips to his skin. Saro held no care for which of them held what role in the bedroom, but either way he tended to be a bit more dominant in his push for what he wanted. Not that his new partner seemed to mind his actions.
Saro had many times broken things in a playful tussle for power during a sexual encounter.
"Colchian wine is of no comparison to wines procured from lands afar, but it suits its purpose without leaving a bad taste behind." He said, grinning a little as he took another drink of wine before placing his cup back down on the table.
The other wasted no time approaching him and pulling him in for a kiss. There were no arguments from Saro, his hands moving to the other males hips, he pulled them in close to his own as the kiss lingered for as long as possible. Saro was about to speak, but he was quickly pulled in for a second kiss, which he returned once more, his teeth gently nipping at the others bottom lip before the second kiss ended.
"If I was not, I would not still be doing it." He replied, kissing him for a third time. Once that kiss had broke, he took the cup of wine from Hesiodos’ hand, downing the drink that remained before tossing the cup behind him for the moment. They could return to the wine later, right now Saro had other things on his mind.
He slowly moved the two of them, walking Hesiodos backwards until his legs hit the bed. He pushed the other male onto his back on the bed, taking a moment to pull his own shirt off before climbing on top of him, leaning down to press their lips together once more. The intention was clear between them, they were both up in this room for a reason, and Saro wasn’t going to be shy about it. Once it had been made obvious that they were both mutually interested, all caution had been thrown to the wind.
He broke the kiss, moving to instead place soft and teasing kisses along the right side of his neck, one hand tangling in the other males hair to lightly tug his head to the side a little for better access to his neck. He bit lightly as he kissed, alternating between the soft feel of the kisses and the rougher sting of the small nips to his skin. Saro held no care for which of them held what role in the bedroom, but either way he tended to be a bit more dominant in his push for what he wanted. Not that his new partner seemed to mind his actions.
Saro had many times broken things in a playful tussle for power during a sexual encounter.
Hesiodos was drunk, he was hot and he was bothered. He was sharing room with a handsome pirate, and honestly, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He let out a soft moan when he bit him, and didn’t offer any opposition when he pushed him back to the bed. Now he was on top, kissing and biting him, “Ahh, fuck. Yes, pull my hair…”, he moaned, closing his eyes in delight.
In the bedroom, the Bard of Phossis took any role that was needed… it made things interesting, and he lived to please. Saro seemed to be more of the dominant type, he observed, so he decided to be more submissive… unless he wanted to change it on a whim, and that often did happen.
His calloused fingers softly caressed his body, exploring every inch on his torso, before he decided to go down and press his hands on his buttocks. They were firm, and he squeezed them, as he let out soft moans with the nips…
Suddenly, he felt his clothes far too oppressive, so he pushed his lover a bit so he could remove his own clothes. Off went his belt, and then the rest of his tunic, hastily, until he was out of clothes, completely naked before him. He was already hard. He offered him a quirky smile, “Take whatever you want…”
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Hesiodos was drunk, he was hot and he was bothered. He was sharing room with a handsome pirate, and honestly, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He let out a soft moan when he bit him, and didn’t offer any opposition when he pushed him back to the bed. Now he was on top, kissing and biting him, “Ahh, fuck. Yes, pull my hair…”, he moaned, closing his eyes in delight.
In the bedroom, the Bard of Phossis took any role that was needed… it made things interesting, and he lived to please. Saro seemed to be more of the dominant type, he observed, so he decided to be more submissive… unless he wanted to change it on a whim, and that often did happen.
His calloused fingers softly caressed his body, exploring every inch on his torso, before he decided to go down and press his hands on his buttocks. They were firm, and he squeezed them, as he let out soft moans with the nips…
Suddenly, he felt his clothes far too oppressive, so he pushed his lover a bit so he could remove his own clothes. Off went his belt, and then the rest of his tunic, hastily, until he was out of clothes, completely naked before him. He was already hard. He offered him a quirky smile, “Take whatever you want…”
Hesiodos was drunk, he was hot and he was bothered. He was sharing room with a handsome pirate, and honestly, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He let out a soft moan when he bit him, and didn’t offer any opposition when he pushed him back to the bed. Now he was on top, kissing and biting him, “Ahh, fuck. Yes, pull my hair…”, he moaned, closing his eyes in delight.
In the bedroom, the Bard of Phossis took any role that was needed… it made things interesting, and he lived to please. Saro seemed to be more of the dominant type, he observed, so he decided to be more submissive… unless he wanted to change it on a whim, and that often did happen.
His calloused fingers softly caressed his body, exploring every inch on his torso, before he decided to go down and press his hands on his buttocks. They were firm, and he squeezed them, as he let out soft moans with the nips…
Suddenly, he felt his clothes far too oppressive, so he pushed his lover a bit so he could remove his own clothes. Off went his belt, and then the rest of his tunic, hastily, until he was out of clothes, completely naked before him. He was already hard. He offered him a quirky smile, “Take whatever you want…”
Saro felt the others hands touching him, and soon resting on his ass, he kept up with his kissing and biting, in no rush to get down to business, he had time for a little foreplay before the main event. He had all night in fact, as he did not plan on leaving that room again until he needed to return to his ship.
Saro moved away as the other took his clothing off, watching with a hungry gaze as more of the other man’s skin was exposed until he lay there before him stark naked. Saro took a moment to take in the form of the other before him, his hands moving to slowly trace the shape of his body, running down Hesidos’ sides.
Once he finished taking in the sight of his new partner, he moved to stand once more, this time to remove what remained of his own clothing so the two were both fully naked, his own arousal obvious without the restrictions of his clothing.
He moved back onto the bed, this time laying on his side and pulling Hesiodos to him. He pressed another rough kiss to his lips, one hand moving to tangle once more in his light coloured hair, the other reached down to grab his thigh, pulling his partners leg up so it rested on his hip, Saro pressed close, hand sliding down between them. His hand wrapped around the others erect cock, and he began to stroke him, moving his hand teasingly slow as the other pulled lightly at his hair. He pressed another kiss to his lips, biting at his bottom lip as he did so.
He hoped that the bard wasn’t in too much of a hurry, because Saro planned to enjoy every passionate second to it’s fullest. When the pirate fell into bed with someone, it was rare that it ended up being just a quick fuck. He liked to draw things out and enjoy them. What was the point in partaking in life’s pleasures if you hurried through them so quickly that you never truly enjoyed them?
The kissing and touching continued for a while, before Saro moved them, rolling onto his back and pulling Hesiodos on top of him at the same time. The pirate sat up enough to pull the other in for another kiss before his hands moved down to grip his ass, squeezing a little.
“I hope you do not expect to go elsewhere tonight, because I am afraid, I won’t be letting you out of this room until the light of morning interrupts us.” He whispered with a little grin, biting his own bottom lip as he looked at him.
He waited for a reaction from the other, curious to see how long he could tease the bard before he took action for himself.
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Saro felt the others hands touching him, and soon resting on his ass, he kept up with his kissing and biting, in no rush to get down to business, he had time for a little foreplay before the main event. He had all night in fact, as he did not plan on leaving that room again until he needed to return to his ship.
Saro moved away as the other took his clothing off, watching with a hungry gaze as more of the other man’s skin was exposed until he lay there before him stark naked. Saro took a moment to take in the form of the other before him, his hands moving to slowly trace the shape of his body, running down Hesidos’ sides.
Once he finished taking in the sight of his new partner, he moved to stand once more, this time to remove what remained of his own clothing so the two were both fully naked, his own arousal obvious without the restrictions of his clothing.
He moved back onto the bed, this time laying on his side and pulling Hesiodos to him. He pressed another rough kiss to his lips, one hand moving to tangle once more in his light coloured hair, the other reached down to grab his thigh, pulling his partners leg up so it rested on his hip, Saro pressed close, hand sliding down between them. His hand wrapped around the others erect cock, and he began to stroke him, moving his hand teasingly slow as the other pulled lightly at his hair. He pressed another kiss to his lips, biting at his bottom lip as he did so.
He hoped that the bard wasn’t in too much of a hurry, because Saro planned to enjoy every passionate second to it’s fullest. When the pirate fell into bed with someone, it was rare that it ended up being just a quick fuck. He liked to draw things out and enjoy them. What was the point in partaking in life’s pleasures if you hurried through them so quickly that you never truly enjoyed them?
The kissing and touching continued for a while, before Saro moved them, rolling onto his back and pulling Hesiodos on top of him at the same time. The pirate sat up enough to pull the other in for another kiss before his hands moved down to grip his ass, squeezing a little.
“I hope you do not expect to go elsewhere tonight, because I am afraid, I won’t be letting you out of this room until the light of morning interrupts us.” He whispered with a little grin, biting his own bottom lip as he looked at him.
He waited for a reaction from the other, curious to see how long he could tease the bard before he took action for himself.
Saro felt the others hands touching him, and soon resting on his ass, he kept up with his kissing and biting, in no rush to get down to business, he had time for a little foreplay before the main event. He had all night in fact, as he did not plan on leaving that room again until he needed to return to his ship.
Saro moved away as the other took his clothing off, watching with a hungry gaze as more of the other man’s skin was exposed until he lay there before him stark naked. Saro took a moment to take in the form of the other before him, his hands moving to slowly trace the shape of his body, running down Hesidos’ sides.
Once he finished taking in the sight of his new partner, he moved to stand once more, this time to remove what remained of his own clothing so the two were both fully naked, his own arousal obvious without the restrictions of his clothing.
He moved back onto the bed, this time laying on his side and pulling Hesiodos to him. He pressed another rough kiss to his lips, one hand moving to tangle once more in his light coloured hair, the other reached down to grab his thigh, pulling his partners leg up so it rested on his hip, Saro pressed close, hand sliding down between them. His hand wrapped around the others erect cock, and he began to stroke him, moving his hand teasingly slow as the other pulled lightly at his hair. He pressed another kiss to his lips, biting at his bottom lip as he did so.
He hoped that the bard wasn’t in too much of a hurry, because Saro planned to enjoy every passionate second to it’s fullest. When the pirate fell into bed with someone, it was rare that it ended up being just a quick fuck. He liked to draw things out and enjoy them. What was the point in partaking in life’s pleasures if you hurried through them so quickly that you never truly enjoyed them?
The kissing and touching continued for a while, before Saro moved them, rolling onto his back and pulling Hesiodos on top of him at the same time. The pirate sat up enough to pull the other in for another kiss before his hands moved down to grip his ass, squeezing a little.
“I hope you do not expect to go elsewhere tonight, because I am afraid, I won’t be letting you out of this room until the light of morning interrupts us.” He whispered with a little grin, biting his own bottom lip as he looked at him.
He waited for a reaction from the other, curious to see how long he could tease the bard before he took action for himself.
Hesiodos loved to be admired. How Saro ate him up with his eyes, all his muscles, all the scars he got over the years for duels and fights, almost made him squirm. He wondered if the pirate had scars on his body as well… he would gladly touch them and kiss them, but on the meanwhile, he made a gesture for him to come to him, and he did so. He shivered and let out a soft moan as he traced his shape with his hands… he had the rough hands of a sailor. Delightful.
He licked his lips once his lover took off his clothes. By the gods, he thought… he was more attractive than he imagined. He looked hungrily at his length, right now wanting more than to take it… but they had time. They had so much time, and he made sure to enjoy this as much as he could, and he was sure Saro wanted to.
When he pulled him closer, Hesiodos wrapped his arms around his head to pull him closer for the kiss. He made clear noises of delight when he touched him and kissed him, and as he did, put his leg over his hip. When he touched him manhood with his rough hands, he let out a gasp of bliss, “Ahh, yes… right there…”, he enjoyed the stroking, and wanting to give him something in return, his hand went down to cup his balls and softly fondle them, all while looking at him intently.
Now on top of him, the bard looked at the pirate with mischievous green eyes, and a wide grin, “Funny thing, I was going to say the same… You’ll find that I have a lot of stamina. Let’s see if you can keep up with me…”, and with that, he pushed him brusquely on the bed before sliding down, now at his lower side, never taking his eyes off him, but then he put his eyes on his erect cock.
He had a good length, he had to admit, just as he liked it. With a swift movement he took it in his hand and began to stroke, first slowly, then coming up the pace and seeing the reaction on his face… and when he found the expression he wanted, he dove to take it in his mouth hungrily.
His tongue wrapped around his manhood as he bobbed his head up and down, with his hand always stroking the shaft… he hoped Saro realized he knew what he was doing.
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Hesiodos loved to be admired. How Saro ate him up with his eyes, all his muscles, all the scars he got over the years for duels and fights, almost made him squirm. He wondered if the pirate had scars on his body as well… he would gladly touch them and kiss them, but on the meanwhile, he made a gesture for him to come to him, and he did so. He shivered and let out a soft moan as he traced his shape with his hands… he had the rough hands of a sailor. Delightful.
He licked his lips once his lover took off his clothes. By the gods, he thought… he was more attractive than he imagined. He looked hungrily at his length, right now wanting more than to take it… but they had time. They had so much time, and he made sure to enjoy this as much as he could, and he was sure Saro wanted to.
When he pulled him closer, Hesiodos wrapped his arms around his head to pull him closer for the kiss. He made clear noises of delight when he touched him and kissed him, and as he did, put his leg over his hip. When he touched him manhood with his rough hands, he let out a gasp of bliss, “Ahh, yes… right there…”, he enjoyed the stroking, and wanting to give him something in return, his hand went down to cup his balls and softly fondle them, all while looking at him intently.
Now on top of him, the bard looked at the pirate with mischievous green eyes, and a wide grin, “Funny thing, I was going to say the same… You’ll find that I have a lot of stamina. Let’s see if you can keep up with me…”, and with that, he pushed him brusquely on the bed before sliding down, now at his lower side, never taking his eyes off him, but then he put his eyes on his erect cock.
He had a good length, he had to admit, just as he liked it. With a swift movement he took it in his hand and began to stroke, first slowly, then coming up the pace and seeing the reaction on his face… and when he found the expression he wanted, he dove to take it in his mouth hungrily.
His tongue wrapped around his manhood as he bobbed his head up and down, with his hand always stroking the shaft… he hoped Saro realized he knew what he was doing.
Hesiodos loved to be admired. How Saro ate him up with his eyes, all his muscles, all the scars he got over the years for duels and fights, almost made him squirm. He wondered if the pirate had scars on his body as well… he would gladly touch them and kiss them, but on the meanwhile, he made a gesture for him to come to him, and he did so. He shivered and let out a soft moan as he traced his shape with his hands… he had the rough hands of a sailor. Delightful.
He licked his lips once his lover took off his clothes. By the gods, he thought… he was more attractive than he imagined. He looked hungrily at his length, right now wanting more than to take it… but they had time. They had so much time, and he made sure to enjoy this as much as he could, and he was sure Saro wanted to.
When he pulled him closer, Hesiodos wrapped his arms around his head to pull him closer for the kiss. He made clear noises of delight when he touched him and kissed him, and as he did, put his leg over his hip. When he touched him manhood with his rough hands, he let out a gasp of bliss, “Ahh, yes… right there…”, he enjoyed the stroking, and wanting to give him something in return, his hand went down to cup his balls and softly fondle them, all while looking at him intently.
Now on top of him, the bard looked at the pirate with mischievous green eyes, and a wide grin, “Funny thing, I was going to say the same… You’ll find that I have a lot of stamina. Let’s see if you can keep up with me…”, and with that, he pushed him brusquely on the bed before sliding down, now at his lower side, never taking his eyes off him, but then he put his eyes on his erect cock.
He had a good length, he had to admit, just as he liked it. With a swift movement he took it in his hand and began to stroke, first slowly, then coming up the pace and seeing the reaction on his face… and when he found the expression he wanted, he dove to take it in his mouth hungrily.
His tongue wrapped around his manhood as he bobbed his head up and down, with his hand always stroking the shaft… he hoped Saro realized he knew what he was doing.