Pressed close as they are, he feels that heart as it races, his own beating at a frightfully fast pace. Now, only now does he allow himself to break, to take as well as to give, matching his lover with hitched gasps and breathless moans, the passion of lust made manifest in the air between them. The hold on his hand serves also as his own tether, binding him so close to the man whom he claims, who claims him in turn. How could they do anything but enjoy this fire together.
Yet they do not burn.
No, instead Hephaistos wails, cries, emotions finally writ plain upon his face and Themis cannot help himself. Through the fog of lust, of pure stark need, he looks down to see the streaming tears of release, of joy, of a thousand unnamed things shine upon those dark cheeks. A sunburst flares to life in his heart and he presses close, closer, kissing away his lover's tears. The words he whispers are for Lahabrea alone, words of absolution, words of forgiveness. Words of love, tucked away like a secret.
One final benediction.
He feels Hephaistos growing close, feels his own end rapidly approaching, and he chases that feeling for the both of them. Fingers squeeze back just as tightly, his hand works between them - he wants to crest together, ascend that final peak. And so soon it comes, overwhelming him beyond sense, pleasure and passion and heat seizing him in a stranglehold and stealing his very breath.
Hand in hand, Themis hurls them both over the edge together.
His hips give a last few stuttering thrusts before he buries himself one final time, entire body bowing and shuddering with a broken cry. Between them his hand moves and milks Hephaistos even as the other man milks him in turn, spending himself deep to fill his lover. Belatedly he moves, determined to fuck Hephaistos through his orgasm and into the aftershocks, a low groan, almost a growl, ripping from him as he does. Finally, he stills, chest heaving, freeing his hand from below to clutch his lover close, to kiss him so tenderly his own eyes prick with emotion.]
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And Themis is there to catch him.
Pressed close as they are, he feels that heart as it races, his own beating at a frightfully fast pace. Now, only now does he allow himself to break, to take as well as to give, matching his lover with hitched gasps and breathless moans, the passion of lust made manifest in the air between them. The hold on his hand serves also as his own tether, binding him so close to the man whom he claims, who claims him in turn. How could they do anything but enjoy this fire together.
Yet they do not burn.
No, instead Hephaistos wails, cries, emotions finally writ plain upon his face and Themis cannot help himself. Through the fog of lust, of pure stark need, he looks down to see the streaming tears of release, of joy, of a thousand unnamed things shine upon those dark cheeks. A sunburst flares to life in his heart and he presses close, closer, kissing away his lover's tears. The words he whispers are for Lahabrea alone, words of absolution, words of forgiveness. Words of love, tucked away like a secret.
One final benediction.
He feels Hephaistos growing close, feels his own end rapidly approaching, and he chases that feeling for the both of them. Fingers squeeze back just as tightly, his hand works between them - he wants to crest together, ascend that final peak. And so soon it comes, overwhelming him beyond sense, pleasure and passion and heat seizing him in a stranglehold and stealing his very breath.
Hand in hand, Themis hurls them both over the edge together.
His hips give a last few stuttering thrusts before he buries himself one final time, entire body bowing and shuddering with a broken cry. Between them his hand moves and milks Hephaistos even as the other man milks him in turn, spending himself deep to fill his lover. Belatedly he moves, determined to fuck Hephaistos through his orgasm and into the aftershocks, a low groan, almost a growl, ripping from him as he does. Finally, he stills, chest heaving, freeing his hand from below to clutch his lover close, to kiss him so tenderly his own eyes prick with emotion.]