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The boy’s gaze flicked upwards when Hathus approached. He was only bold enough to look Hathus in the eye for a moment before hastily ducking his head. A trained slave wouldn’t have looked up at all, but for a captured soldier, his reaction was nearly demure. Hathus took note of the tie around his neck. The leather knot wasn’t pulled tight, as it would have been if he’d struggled, and the skin around his throat was unmarked. The boy hadn’t fought the leash.
“Stand,” Hathus said quietly. The boy didn’t respond.
The quartermaster clicked his tongue. “Willful.”
Hathus barely held back from rolling his eyes. If the boy was a conscript, he might have been drawn from one of the further reaches of the opposing empire. Gods only knew what language he spoke. He crouched down, startling the boy into looking up at him again.
“Stand,” he said, and gripped the boy by the shoulders, pulling him upwards. The boy scrambled to get his feet under him as soon as he realized what Hathus was doing. Not willful in the least, once he understood what was being ordered.
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In Honor of Excellent Service by trumpetcrumpet
Published: 2019-01-06
Work ID: 17328338Relationship Tags:
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The boy’s gaze flicked upwards when Hathus approached. He was only bold enough to look Hathus in the eye for a moment before hastily ducking his head. A trained slave wouldn’t have looked up at all, but for a captured soldier, his reaction was nearly demure. Hathus took note of the tie around his neck. The leather knot wasn’t pulled tight, as it would have been if he’d struggled, and the skin around his throat was unmarked. The boy hadn’t fought the leash.
“Stand,” Hathus said quietly. The boy didn’t respond.
The quartermaster clicked his tongue. “Willful.”
Hathus barely held back from rolling his eyes. If the boy was a conscript, he might have been drawn from one of the further reaches of the opposing empire. Gods only knew what language he spoke. He crouched down, startling the boy into looking up at him again.
“Stand,” he said, and gripped the boy by the shoulders, pulling him upwards. The boy scrambled to get his feet under him as soon as he realized what Hathus was doing. Not willful in the least, once he understood what was being ordered.
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/05/11
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Noncon + Gentle Sex... so tender 🥹
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Yummers