Marcus submits to his Uncle's desires

The world seemed to still as the young prince was pressed against his Uncle's muscled body, gripped by the chin by that one strong hand that nevertheless seemed to be holding him in place with ease. Gaius' lips pressed into his, a hungry and demanding kiss that filled him up with heat until he couldn't think, until all he could focus on was the way his uncle's mouth seemed to fiercely claim his own. He was trembling like a leaf, his cheeks flushed as he felt his Uncle's stubbled skin against his soft, delicate flesh. And between his shivering legs, his little dick was stiff and aching against the silk of his shift, throbbing with hot need at the feeling of being taken by this strong, handsome older man.

At last, Gaius drew back, his hand still settled on the young prince's chin, holding Marcus' head up gently. His eyes were fixed on his nephew's, glowing in the flickering firelight. There was something wild and dark in that heated stare, and having it focused on him made Marcus feel like helpless and small. He was scared, of course he was. He had been scared ever since Gaius had burst into his bedroom and told him the awful truth, but all mixed in with that fear was a tingling, longing anticipation that made him lean ever so slightly into his uncle's fierce grip. His belly fluttered like a swarm of butterflies had made their home there, the throbbing ache between his legs growing more and more insistent. What did he want...his uncle to do to him? He hardly knew...only that some part of him longed for it more and more each moment.

"I'm not going to **** you, Marcus." Gaius murmured, his rough, callused hand slipping up to rest against his nephew's tender cheek. "All you have to do is tell me no, fight me even once, and I'll stop this here and now. Only you won't, we both know that already. I can see it in those gorgeous eyes of yours, the way you stare at me so limp and willing. You'll want this soon enough, as much as I do, perhaps even more." The young prince froze like a startled fawn, his uncle's rough words seeming to reverberate in his slender body. All he had to do was tell Gaius to stop? It would be so easy, just open his mouth and say the word. Only...his voice didn't seem to be working anymore. His trembling lips parted, only he made no sound beyond the little panting breaths that seemed to be all he could take.

Gaius smiled, his dark eyes alight with a mixture of triumph and desire, all of it focused on his shivering nephew. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the cup of wine away, sending it clattering across the floor. Then, he rose from his chair, looming above Marcus once again at his full, towering height, his broad shoulders tensing under the robe he wore. The young prince gasped out as a big, strong hand grabbed him firmly by the waist and tugged him into his uncle's muscled body. He hardly knew what was happening, only that it left him trembling with anxious desire. Gaius had taken his thin shift by the hem suddenly, yanking it up off his body before he could even realize what was happening. He almost squealed out the word that would make all this stop, almost told his uncle no, only it seemed to catch in his throat.

The shift was tugged firmly over his head, leaving him standing there naked in front of the handsome older man who'd made him so very helpless. He couldn't even move to cover himself, beyond reaching with a trembling hand between his legs to loosely cup his stiff dick. His bare body was totally exposed to his uncle's gaze, and Gaius took full advantage, those smoldering eyes seeming to drink in the sight of him like he was some treasure their owner meant to utterly possess. That longing thought seemed to pulse inside him, filling him up with heat and need until he could hardly think of anything else.

The young prince watched helplessly, feeling his uncle's stare drifting over the smooth, pale flesh of his chest, then down to his soft belly and trembling thighs. He knew he should want to run away right now, run away and hide before Gaius reached out and took him...but then why couldn't he speak? Why couldn't he just say the one word that his uncle had promised would put an end to this? Instead...the way this handsome older man stared at his naked body just made his stiff dick ache even more between his bare legs, until he couldn't help but wonder if he really did want this after all.

Gaius reached for the belt of his own tunic, his muscled forearms bulging as he pulled the leather strip away and let it fall to the floor. The young prince watched in shock and anticipation as his uncle folded the tunic up over his waist, then reached for the trousers he was wearing underneath. It should have been obvious by now what was about to happen, but with his head all fuzzy with heat and longing Marcus was still somehow shocked when Gaius pulled them down enough to free his own stiff cock, the swollen head bobbing in the air as it slipped out. The young prince couldn't stop his gaze from darting down, his wide eyes drifting down that hard shaft, drinking in every inch. He felt his mouth go dry as he stared at the older man's cock. It was so...thick and so hard, the coiled veins running down that amazing length seeming to pulse with hot need. His own little one was so much smaller in every way, tiny and pink even now that he was harder than he'd ever been in his life before. Compared to this thick, manly thing...his one hardly seemed like a cock at all, and somehow that just made it ache even more.

"I knew it, one look at you tonight, and I knew you wanted this." Gaius murmured, every word rumbling with thick desire. One big hand had wrapped around the base of his cock, and he held it now in place in front of him, pointed right at the young prince. "On your knees." He commanded, his deep voice brooking no disagreement.

At this point, Marcus could do nothing but obey, and he lowered himself to his knees, trembling legs giving way underneath him as he landed awkwardly on the soft carpet. Down on the ground like this, he felt even smaller in front of the towering, muscled body of his handsome uncle. The fear that thought woke inside him seemed to only add to the fluttering heat filling him up, and he couldn't stop himself from moaning hoarsely when Gaius shuffled forward to stand even closer to him. That thick cock he couldn't tear his gaze from from was right in front of his face now...close enough he swore he could feel the heat coming off the swollen head. The young prince felt his dry lips part, his trembling tongue flickering over his skin like he longed to poke it free, lean forward and have a taste of that stiff thing.

"Look at you, what a perfect picture you make, naked and kneeling at my feet." Gaius rumbled above him. "You belong right there and you know it. Can't help yourself, it's just who you are." He scoffed loudly, the scorn in his voice making the young prince flinch, his shock enough to tear him at last from staring at that amazing cock. Why was...Gaius being mean all of a sudden? Hadn't he done everything his uncle wanted? He raised his head, staring up past the older man's broad chest to look up at that handsome face, lips trembling and cheeks flushed hot. "Don't look at me like that, Marcus." Gaius grunted, glaring back with a smoldering mixture of desire and...scorn. "You could have ended this any moment. Now stop pretending it isn't everything you've longed for, and get those pretty lips around my cock where they belong."