[Every little touch and caress intoxicates Hephaistos, as Themis continues. It’s a strange feeling, one that feels so potent and vinous, much like the taste of fine wine. It’s enough to make him feel lightheaded. The aphrodisiac effect of those ritualistic caresses combined with Themis’ obvious fondness for him is enough to make him flush. A part of him utterly loathes Elidibus for that. It’s embarrassing but feels so right at the same time. He seems content to let the younger man lead him down this dark abyss of emotions and lust as he wordlessly, without missing a beat, obeys every little instruction. Hephaistos feels secure enough to put his racing thoughts to rest for the first time in a long time. He gives the young man his wordless approval to proceed because he is confident that Elidibus will not lead him astray.
As Hephaistos stands there, bare as the day he was born before Themis, he finds himself temporarily thinking about Athena. He thinks about her not with fondness but with disgust. All of the love and devotion he thought existed between them never did, even after they became husband and wife. As he stands before Themis now, he can tell that Athena never truly loved him at all. He can see the devotion within the Emissary’s gaze, that little twinkle that lets him know that he’s well loved here. This is nothing like his time with Athena. While she would pepper him with kisses and sweet nothings, her eyes were always so soulless. Just the thought of those cerulean eyes staring back at him with nothing but malice makes him regret all the years he spent with her. After so many years of being led astray by a wolf like a lamb to slaughter, Hephaistos has finally found peace in the hands of a gentle shepherd.
As those gentle hands travel through every nook and cranny, he breathes a sigh of relief. He feels oddly calm despite being so exposed, especially once Themis joins him in this revelry. Hephaistos tries his best avert his carmine gaze but he cannot once he catches a glimpse of Elidibus in his togetherness He’s a handsome specimen, after all. Anyone with eyes could see Themis’ beauty, and those who are blind probably could feel it. The young man stands before him now like a beacon of hope in the darkness of his soul.
He trusts him. Every little caress comforts Hephaistos’ weary soul like rich silk. He feels so safe and beloved under the mercy of those warm hands. However, he wasn’t quite prepared for what came next. His eyes follow where that sinful tongue goes, widening the second he feel the wet appendage upon his cock. He stares at Themis with alarm as the heady sensation washes over him with such passion. Hephaistos finds himself almost buckling beneath the heat of Themis’ tongue, his hips thrusting forward little by little to feel more of that delicious heat. Just as quickly as this moment begins, it ends once Elidibus pulls away.
A slight whine escapes Hephaistos once the cool, salty breeze whispers over his cock. Already yearning for the warmth of Themis’s mouth, Hephaistos was nearly caught off guard when he was suddenly yanked down towards the pillows and blankets below. His tongue entwined with Elidibus as they lay there in a tangled mess. Hephaistos can taste himself on the Emissary’s lips, but he could also taste something else. Whether it is desire or passion remains unknown, but Hephaistos can taste all of it on his tongue like wine. He allows Themis to have his way with him with a faint chuckle. It is Hephaistos who opens himself to Themis like a blossom in bloom, letting the young man take whatever he wants while caressing his lithe form with calloused fingers. He runs his hands down his sides at first, reveling at the tightly compact muscles there before gently running them along Themis’ back.
A playful hum leaves his lips as he lightly pinches Elidibus for the sake of reaction alone. He gazes at him with such warmth, those red eyes studying the younger man’s every expression with such fondness. Hephaistos could barely keep his hands to himself as he explored that supple flesh with abandon. He can’t help but marvel at the soft flesh.]
Have you always been so doughy and soft like fresh bread?
[He teases once he manages to come up for air. They kissed for so long that his lungs hurt. He was just drowning into Elidibus, allowing himself to be smothered by that youthful zeal.]
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As Hephaistos stands there, bare as the day he was born before Themis, he finds himself temporarily thinking about Athena. He thinks about her not with fondness but with disgust. All of the love and devotion he thought existed between them never did, even after they became husband and wife. As he stands before Themis now, he can tell that Athena never truly loved him at all. He can see the devotion within the Emissary’s gaze, that little twinkle that lets him know that he’s well loved here. This is nothing like his time with Athena. While she would pepper him with kisses and sweet nothings, her eyes were always so soulless. Just the thought of those cerulean eyes staring back at him with nothing but malice makes him regret all the years he spent with her. After so many years of being led astray by a wolf like a lamb to slaughter, Hephaistos has finally found peace in the hands of a gentle shepherd.
As those gentle hands travel through every nook and cranny, he breathes a sigh of relief. He feels oddly calm despite being so exposed, especially once Themis joins him in this revelry. Hephaistos tries his best avert his carmine gaze but he cannot once he catches a glimpse of Elidibus in his togetherness He’s a handsome specimen, after all. Anyone with eyes could see Themis’ beauty, and those who are blind probably could feel it. The young man stands before him now like a beacon of hope in the darkness of his soul.
He trusts him. Every little caress comforts Hephaistos’ weary soul like rich silk. He feels so safe and beloved under the mercy of those warm hands. However, he wasn’t quite prepared for what came next. His eyes follow where that sinful tongue goes, widening the second he feel the wet appendage upon his cock. He stares at Themis with alarm as the heady sensation washes over him with such passion. Hephaistos finds himself almost buckling beneath the heat of Themis’ tongue, his hips thrusting forward little by little to feel more of that delicious heat. Just as quickly as this moment begins, it ends once Elidibus pulls away.
A slight whine escapes Hephaistos once the cool, salty breeze whispers over his cock. Already yearning for the warmth of Themis’s mouth, Hephaistos was nearly caught off guard when he was suddenly yanked down towards the pillows and blankets below. His tongue entwined with Elidibus as they lay there in a tangled mess. Hephaistos can taste himself on the Emissary’s lips, but he could also taste something else. Whether it is desire or passion remains unknown, but Hephaistos can taste all of it on his tongue like wine. He allows Themis to have his way with him with a faint chuckle. It is Hephaistos who opens himself to Themis like a blossom in bloom, letting the young man take whatever he wants while caressing his lithe form with calloused fingers. He runs his hands down his sides at first, reveling at the tightly compact muscles there before gently running them along Themis’ back.
A playful hum leaves his lips as he lightly pinches Elidibus for the sake of reaction alone. He gazes at him with such warmth, those red eyes studying the younger man’s every expression with such fondness. Hephaistos could barely keep his hands to himself as he explored that supple flesh with abandon. He can’t help but marvel at the soft flesh.]
Have you always been so doughy and soft like fresh bread?
[He teases once he manages to come up for air. They kissed for so long that his lungs hurt. He was just drowning into Elidibus, allowing himself to be smothered by that youthful zeal.]