[It’s hard for Hephaistos to let go and just seize the moment. Even now, he struggles with the idea of letting go of his hard-fought composure. For so long, Lahabrea had to lead and maintain his composure, even during the darkest of times. It’s an unfortunate truth, one that eventually led to his insanity after the Sundering. However, he’s safe within Themis’ arms, isn’t he? He’s enveloped in the younger man’s warmth, his light smothering him with the love he always yearned for. For once in his long life, he feels safe enough to just let go of this façade.
A broken cry escapes Hephaistos once Themis’s hand reaches for his erection. He can’t help himself anymore. He’s being assaulted with pleasure from nearly every angle now. The blissful feeling of being kissed so deeply makes him feel a bit dizzy, along with those nimble fingers stroking his cock. Hephaistos cries out with every stroke, his moans becoming increasingly more fervent and frequent as Themis fucks him into what is certainly the edge of sanity. He tries in vain to hold out, determined not to be bested until Themis hits that spot again deep within that makes him see stars.
It’s then that he feels something warm and wet streaming down his cheeks. It took him a moment to realize what it was—that is, until he noticed just how blurry Themis’s face had become.
Tears? Actual tears? He didn’t even notice the tears until after he felt them trickle down his face. This is beyond embarrassing for him, but he just can’t help it anymore. Every powerful thrust has him wailing in pleasure. Hephaistos tries to shut his eyes to block himself from the visual stimuli, but somehow that just makes it all worse. He doesn’t want Themis to see him like this, but he doesn’t dare try to cover his face. Instead, he squeezes the younger man’s hand with a vice-like grip. Themis’ hand is like his only tether to this mortal plane; it's the only way he’ll be able to find his way back after being thrust into the abyss of his emotions.
Hephaistos wraps his free arm around those slim shoulders, pulling him down so they can be chest-to-chest. His heart is racing now, galloping leaps and bounds like the very concepts he created in decades past. He clings to Themis, gasping as he plunders so far and deep within every inch of his body like a willing sacrifice. Hephaistos could feel his orgasm approaching with each stroke.]
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A broken cry escapes Hephaistos once Themis’s hand reaches for his erection. He can’t help himself anymore. He’s being assaulted with pleasure from nearly every angle now. The blissful feeling of being kissed so deeply makes him feel a bit dizzy, along with those nimble fingers stroking his cock. Hephaistos cries out with every stroke, his moans becoming increasingly more fervent and frequent as Themis fucks him into what is certainly the edge of sanity. He tries in vain to hold out, determined not to be bested until Themis hits that spot again deep within that makes him see stars.
It’s then that he feels something warm and wet streaming down his cheeks. It took him a moment to realize what it was—that is, until he noticed just how blurry Themis’s face had become.
Tears? Actual tears? He didn’t even notice the tears until after he felt them trickle down his face. This is beyond embarrassing for him, but he just can’t help it anymore. Every powerful thrust has him wailing in pleasure. Hephaistos tries to shut his eyes to block himself from the visual stimuli, but somehow that just makes it all worse. He doesn’t want Themis to see him like this, but he doesn’t dare try to cover his face. Instead, he squeezes the younger man’s hand with a vice-like grip. Themis’ hand is like his only tether to this mortal plane; it's the only way he’ll be able to find his way back after being thrust into the abyss of his emotions.
Hephaistos wraps his free arm around those slim shoulders, pulling him down so they can be chest-to-chest. His heart is racing now, galloping leaps and bounds like the very concepts he created in decades past. He clings to Themis, gasping as he plunders so far and deep within every inch of his body like a willing sacrifice. Hephaistos could feel his orgasm approaching with each stroke.]