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Sᴘᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Cᴏɴᴠᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ([personal profile] chiefkeyward) wrote in [personal profile] zodiheart 2023-07-07 09:18 pm (UTC)

[Hasn’t anyone told Themis that it’s dangerous to play with fire?

A pitiful whine escapes Hephaistos once Themis grabs ahold of his hair. He lets out an annoyed growl to mask his pleasure. It goes without saying that he likes getting his hair pulled, but for some odd reason, he doesn’t want Themis to know. A smirk curls onto his lips as he gazes back at him with such mirth. He’s oddly humored by the Emissary’s passionate confession, idly studying him as he speaks boldly about him. The fact that Themis would so eagerly utter his name to others makes his heart sing. He wants the world to know about the little marks he’ll leave on that unblemished canvas. That’s why his grip within Themis’s hair loosens in favor of clawing his nails along the young man’s spine. He bites his nails into that supple flesh with reckless abandon, without drawing blood, leaving little red welts along his back.

An elicited groan escapes his lips as Themis bites into the curve of his neck. It’s an excellent weak point, one that Elidibus is free to exploit but one that Hephaistos wishes he had done a better job concealing. He arches his neck a little more to give Elidibus the access he requires, completely unashamed. The sweet torture of Themis’ lips brushing against his flesh is enough to make him rut more against him in hopes of finding some sort of relief. It’s a maddening affair that has him gripping Themis’ slim shoulders for dear life. Hephaistos lets out a huff as he touches the mark Elidbius left.

Oh, he’s definitely plotting his revenge now. While the dear Emissary is leading this little performance, Hephaistos will steal the show. He grins at those beautiful cerulean blue eyes before glancing over at the vial of oil that Themis summons. He stares at it briefly before glancing at Themis again, looking quite amused. As much as he desires to mark Themis, Hephaistos plans on bidding his time, or so he claims.
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Nothing is holding me back– [He grunts once he feels Themis pressing his finger into him. There’s no doubt that his dear Emissary can feel how his heart races beneath his palm. Try as he might to relax against the sudden intrusion, Hephaistos finds himself unable to until Themis’ questing finger finds that one little spot that nearly makes him scream. He covers his mouth in the last second in hopes of muting himself, but to little avail. It seems that Themis has finally struck gold. ]

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