[He feels too open, too bare, and too vulnerable like this, and yet he enjoys it. Hephaistos can barely contain himself at this point. He tries in vain to keep himself from burning too hotly, but Themis keeps stoking the flames. A needy groan escapes him once his hand is pried away from his lips, unable to stop himself from singing Themis praises. It’s been a long time since he last felt this alive. His body is like a livewire at this point, just thrumming with energy. He can feel the faint hints of magic in the air as Elidibus continues to plunder deeper into him with two fingers instead of one.
Hephaistos clenches his teeth in hopes of silencing himself as those clever digits brush against his prostate, but he can’t. Themis is determined to fingerfuck him open until he’s begging for his cock like some wanton whore. It’s embarrassing, but every little motion makes his toes curl with anticipation. A breathless laugh escapes Hephaistos as he tries his best to calm himself. His entire body feels oddly sensitive after having Themis caress him from head to toe. He never exposed himself in such a way to anyone, not even his former wife.
Hephaistos lays there beneath Themis, shamelessly panting as those deft fingers make quick work of him. His body is tight and hot, much like a flame. He’s not used to this kind of foreplay, but Hephaistos doesn’t seem opposed to it either. The only experience he has is with his former wife, and that was quite lacking. He feels a little odd being in the opposite role here, but for some odd reason, Hephaistos desires this. He spreads his legs a little wider as a wordless invitation for Themis and Themis alone, with a pair of hungry red eyes. As their fingers intertwine together like sturdy vines, Hephaistos takes a deep breath as he mentally breaks the chains that hold him hostage.
It's time, as Themis says, for him to “let go”. ]
If no one shall bear witness to my shame outside of you, then I’ll gladly let go.
[He laughs while ignoring how flustered he feels. There’s still a hint of embarrassment in his tone, but he’s free from the nagging voice telling him to keep quiet, judging by how loudly he groans once Themis hits that spot again. His body arches from the touch, lifting him some from the comfort of the pillows scattered beneath them. Something akin to a growl is heard through clenched teeth before Hephaistos suddenly moves to bite Themis right on his shoulder. He marks him with his teeth, his canines digging into the flesh. His desire to mark Themis has finally won out beyond just little red welts. He bites him viciously on the shoulder before moving towards the younger man’s neck to claim him there, his teeth sharp enough to break skin.]
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Hephaistos clenches his teeth in hopes of silencing himself as those clever digits brush against his prostate, but he can’t. Themis is determined to fingerfuck him open until he’s begging for his cock like some wanton whore. It’s embarrassing, but every little motion makes his toes curl with anticipation. A breathless laugh escapes Hephaistos as he tries his best to calm himself. His entire body feels oddly sensitive after having Themis caress him from head to toe. He never exposed himself in such a way to anyone, not even his former wife.
Hephaistos lays there beneath Themis, shamelessly panting as those deft fingers make quick work of him. His body is tight and hot, much like a flame. He’s not used to this kind of foreplay, but Hephaistos doesn’t seem opposed to it either. The only experience he has is with his former wife, and that was quite lacking. He feels a little odd being in the opposite role here, but for some odd reason, Hephaistos desires this. He spreads his legs a little wider as a wordless invitation for Themis and Themis alone, with a pair of hungry red eyes. As their fingers intertwine together like sturdy vines, Hephaistos takes a deep breath as he mentally breaks the chains that hold him hostage.
It's time, as Themis says, for him to “let go”. ]
If no one shall bear witness to my shame outside of you, then I’ll gladly let go.
[He laughs while ignoring how flustered he feels. There’s still a hint of embarrassment in his tone, but he’s free from the nagging voice telling him to keep quiet, judging by how loudly he groans once Themis hits that spot again. His body arches from the touch, lifting him some from the comfort of the pillows scattered beneath them. Something akin to a growl is heard through clenched teeth before Hephaistos suddenly moves to bite Themis right on his shoulder. He marks him with his teeth, his canines digging into the flesh. His desire to mark Themis has finally won out beyond just little red welts. He bites him viciously on the shoulder before moving towards the younger man’s neck to claim him there, his teeth sharp enough to break skin.]
Fuck me.
[He commands through a muffled whine.]
Fuck me, or I’ll do it myself.