Back to SSS again, this time with a slightly more appropriate image than a leggy girl in a miniskirt carrying an automatic.
This weeks 6, follows on immediately after the one from the week before last, just to keep you on your toes, like. I put in the bit about Gwion because he’s important. But back to Cynfal and Moried.
This week’s post comes with a warning. I write action adventure stuff with gay heroes. I don’t write erotica but the lads are young, lusty and express their feelings in terms that are, I hope, appropriate to soldiers and their characters. This is the first time that any really overt mention has been made of this so if you find that sort of thing disinteresting you might want to miss the next couple of weeks out. However, I hope you’ll stick with me, or return for the banter. If you do decide to drop out then farewell, friend, I will keep up with you elsewhere 🙂
As usual my six comes from A Fierce Reaping, a story set in Scotland and Northumbria in the Dark Ages. While serving as his troop leader’s cup bearer Cynfal has been approached by Moried, a companion of the Prince, and it becomes apparent that Moried has more on his mind than conversation:
Moried’s tongue lay against the narrow lower lip, pink and wet, as his eyes locked with Cynfal’s. “Perhaps we should meet and discuss this later?” Moried suggested.
Despite his unease, Cynfal felt a sudden shocking spike of lust. It had been too long, far too long, since he had been able to lose himself, shut out all his troubles and fears by concentrating on his and another’s pleasure. Moried might do – but ‘making do’ was not what Cynfal wanted. Fucking just for the sake of it was all right in its way, and with the right person, but even though his cock was very interested, his heart and mind thought otherwise.
It’s my mother’s birthday today so I’ll be out a lot. I’ll do my best to at least READ everyone’s post when I get back and, as usual, will comment wherever possible.