Esca sighs and tries to keep the snap of fear out of his voice. “I’m not your slave any longer. You’re not forcing me.” If anything, the opposite is true: guilt twists around his stomach at the reminder of exactly how little choice Marcus has in this. But it has to be done – and if Esca’s arousal is obscene, at least it will make everything faster.
Adult, post-movie, sex pollen. The very best kind of sex pollen fic – the kind that acknowledges the murky consent issues and is chock-full of emotions (in addition to the hot sex, of course).