[A final gasp escapes Hephaistos as Themis slams into him again. His body felt hot with adrenaline, almost like he was burning from the inside out. He’s like a flickering flame blowing in the breeze, fueled by Themis’ loving hands. As they danced over the crescendo, Hephaistos felt himself suddenly go limp as his cock spilled forth with desire. As the last of his orgasm left him, thick ropes of cum painted Themis’ elegant fingers. His body tensed tightly around the pleasant intruder buried deep within, milking Themis from the hilt. It’s an odd feeling, one of relief and fulfillment. Hephaistos had never felt so alive before. He could feel the young man’s pulse as they rode this orgasm together in unison. His grip around Themis’ weakened, but their fingers were entwined still. The two of them are lovers. Their fates are entwined and bound by fate. While Lahabrea would argue the existence of such a thing, Hephaistos is willing to let things be.
He lay there for a moment in complete silence except for their labored breathing. It’s a momentary reprieve from the emotions stirring within him, a moment to gather his thoughts as Themis sweetly kisses him. It’s adorable, almost too sweet for words to describe. He captures Themis’ lips in return, shyly kissing him now that the deed is done. Their kiss-bruised lips will take a while to heal, but Hephaistos can’t help but be fascinated by the delicate bite marks he gave Themis.
He licked his tongue gently over the puncture with a slight smirk, enjoying the faint coppery taste. Maybe he bit Themis too hard. He tries to remedy this by sharing more tender kisses with Themis, but suddenly he’s kissing the young man all over his face. Hephaistos starts with Themis’ forehead, then his cheeks, before kissing the tip of his nose, and finally his lips. At the end of this ritual, he reminds Themis that he has been claimed with equal fervor.]
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He lay there for a moment in complete silence except for their labored breathing. It’s a momentary reprieve from the emotions stirring within him, a moment to gather his thoughts as Themis sweetly kisses him. It’s adorable, almost too sweet for words to describe. He captures Themis’ lips in return, shyly kissing him now that the deed is done. Their kiss-bruised lips will take a while to heal, but Hephaistos can’t help but be fascinated by the delicate bite marks he gave Themis.
He licked his tongue gently over the puncture with a slight smirk, enjoying the faint coppery taste. Maybe he bit Themis too hard. He tries to remedy this by sharing more tender kisses with Themis, but suddenly he’s kissing the young man all over his face. Hephaistos starts with Themis’ forehead, then his cheeks, before kissing the tip of his nose, and finally his lips. At the end of this ritual, he reminds Themis that he has been claimed with equal fervor.]