[RPS historical] It was summer, it rained
Author: ephaistion85
Prompt: n.80 "It was summer, it rained for the Criticombola of Criticón; RPF Town, Robespierre / Saint-Just, the unattainable ideal for the 3rd Festival FIFF p0rn: P
Rating: NC -17
Word count: 666 (Criticón)
was summer, it rained. The water came down from heaven, crying, in the best tradition of French Messidoro.
Antoine Saint-Just could not complete the section of his endless work. It was not at all happy with the result, because what was supposed to be an organic utopia of the ideal republic, in the form of notes lay scattered among the pages of his notebook. That afternoon
continued to raise his head, watching the clouds rush of shadows covering the gardens of the Louvre, while the sun is already initiated into the sunset.
"What are you writing?" Maximilien Robespierre surprised him behind, entering the room as quiet as a cat and doing the jump on his young deputy chair.
shooting Antoine closed his notebook outside and covered him with his hands.
"Let me see." I invited the elder, looking into her face. From behind smoked glasses Antoine felt the sharp eye of Maxime and felt a stab of cold to invade the muscles of the back: it always did when Maxime looked at him that way.
not that sorry to Antoine, had a sort of mutual agreement: when they were each only trying to let go a little for his defense, as they were still capable.
"It's nothing major, citizen Robespierre. "Antoine took him around, making the book easily slip between the folds of the blue doublet.
"You were still thinking about your ideal republic?" Replied Maxime with polemical intent. Antoine shook his head.
"It's not my . The Republic is a common good. "He played Antoine in a stentorian voice.
"So therefore logic dictates that it is a little 'and saying our our " Maxime came and laid a cold hand on his shoulder, stroking her neck with each other, playing with tousled curls. "I mean mine and yours. Something that we can share in common. "Antoine grabbed his right hand to Maxime and carried on his chest, making it crept under the clothes.
"Just as I belong to you and you to me." Antoine got up and turned around. With a flick that Maximilien only allowed him, took off his glasses at the most senior citizen, letting his eyes too tired from work and yet extremely light flicker free.
Fiandrino he kissed the forehead and then on the temples, while the other unhooked his pants. Even Maxime with him managed to clear all the sweetness that once characterized him and had imprisoned in the dungeon of his heart when he entered politics.
"Wait." Antoine whispered, pulling back a few steps and leaning with his hands at the table. Probably already knew that the other would do him a bit 'wrong, he would vent on him the hatred accumulated over the last few days, but was ready to accept some minor pain for the man who, along with the virtues, was the reason for its very existence. And in the end was none other than the virtues embodied. The lawyer
firmly gripped the sides of his bare and muscular, devoting caress them some embarrassment, then taken as an urgency unstoppable, it penetrated hard. Antoine clenched his jaw and said nothing, waiting for that pain is transformed into pleasure. Moreover, as a good representative in the mission, had no fear of physical pain. The other growing
panting filled him with a subtle joy that slowly turned into pleasure, the rhythm of the thrusts of the other.
As always, Maximilien quickly pulled away by his friend, unable to show any affection. He wiped the better and tried to riaccomodarsi clothes. He could not look at Antoine in the aftermath of sex, he felt guilty about not sapergli show how the Their relationship was important to him. And yes, after what you really love her.
"Antoine .." let out, staring at a corner of the wall. The twenty-five, clothe, sought the lawyer with his eyes, smiling tenderly.
"You better go home, and Eleonora Henriette otherwise bother." He said, his voice strangely thin. He went to Maxime, putting a hand on his shoulder, saying nothing.
He knew that he dreamed that the relationship for both of them was also unattainable ideal, but lucid dreamer, he vowed to himself that he would not stop pursuing it even at the cost of their lives.
Outside, the sky continued to weep
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