by Eileen Glass
Then he gets an idea. He makes a fist, no whip visible, though he calls on his magic (pretending he has it, because he’s never felt his own magic before) and hopes a whip will appear. “Get down. Now.”
The dog takes a moment to decide, his ears flat, his shoulders sulking. Then he scuttles off the bed, looking ashamed.
Seph takes his place, relieved. Perhaps if Hades did not work so much he wouldn’t care, but in this instance, he won’t let an opportunity to sleep beside his husband be usurped by a dog.
Cerberus does a short circle and looks over the bed at him. He utters a pathetic whine.
“Alright, come back in.” Seph pats the open space beside him. He is going to snuggle up on Hades’s side anyway, leaving a large space empty.
Cerberus makes the mattress dip with his massive weight, enough for three dogs even if he’s only using the body of one. He licks Seph once, and then he turns a fast circle, disrupting the blankets, digging at them and winding up the covers to leave Hades exposed now.
Seph tries to pull them back. Cerberus gives him a beseeching stare.
“Oh, alright. You big mutt. With a big butt.” He shoves Cerberus fondly though and scratches his rump. They’re learning to get along with each other. And Hades loves his dog, so automatically Seph wants to love him too.
Hades makes a small disgruntled sound. He explained to Seph that all gods have innate powers, things happening without thinking about it. Most acts require intent, will, or even a spell. And many more feats require such massive effort, they may be impossible to do, even if it is as easy as breathing for another god. Their magic finds unique pathways to wield miracles, and powerful gods simply have more innate abilities than others. The gods must lean into their powers, as he put it, and not fight against whatever advantages and limitations they may have.
Seph cannot control his powers, but his innate magic creates warmth. For himself.
“Do not worry, love. I will keep you warm.”
He covers Hades with his arms and a leg, pulling him in close.
“Your stupid dog took all the blankets,” he mutters and falls asleep.
Fifty-Five
He wakes up feeling particularly good, dreaming of Hades’s tongue inside him, his hands parting his ass, his wet tongue, impossibly long, reaching inside him and stroking—
And his eyes open realizing that it’s actually happening. He’s sprawled, mostly on his stomach, his husband’s form absent underneath his limbs, and Cerberus has disappeared from the other side of the bed next to him. Instead, there are familiar hands holding his ass open, a familiar, dreamy, but real tongue poking inside him, and his erection is trapped against his stomach, hot against the sheets.
Seph blinks the sleep out of his eyes, yawning, looking around himself bewildered.
“Are you not impatient?”
He’s not quite sure what he’s asking, or accusing, exactly. He hasn’t remembered how to speak yet, and Hades’s tongue feels just as good as it did in his dream. He can only see the top of Hades’s head back there. He slept in his jewelry, which Seph hadn’t noticed before. He feels a cold and rigid jewel brush against his ass, and he lets out a moan, burying his face in the pillow.
He takes a few breaths to just process that this is happening. He’s awake. And Hades is doing the most wonderful thing to him. His nerves are lit up, his muscles jump as Hades licks a very personal place, and he flexes his hole, wishing he could draw his husband inside him…
While his cock wishes to be buried in his husband’s ass, letting that velvet squeeze the milk out of him…
“Hades…” he moans, turning his face against the soft pillow at last, needing to breathe.
Hades replaces his tongue with two fingers. It does not feel as good as Seph imagined. He is not used to it yet. Though he has asked Hades to switch roles with him before, the god says he is content to play instead and Seph may take a long time before he is ready for it. Hades is in no hurry. He says he prefers their current arrangement anyway.
But Seph imagines that he would very much love to have Hades inside him, and he urges himself to relax around the god’s fingers.
“Yes, my love,” Hades says in a lazy, disinterested way. “You said my name? You’re requiring something, I presume?”
“You’re supposed to be sleeping. It hasn’t been enough time, has it?”
He intended to keep the bedroom extra quiet and let Hades sleep an entire day. The god should need it. Though Hades looks vibrant and healthy, and his smirk is like a satisfied cat. His hair never tangles in sleep, inexplicably, but it looks unadorned and bare without his crown. When Hades wears his crown, you don’t even notice his hair. You are talking to the King of the Underworld, after all.
Without it, his hair is simple. Straight, long, platinum.
Seph watches him, half his face buried in the pillow, looking back coyly.
“Get back to sleep with me. You are going to wear yourself out even further if you continue.”
Of course, he only says that because he knows his strong, stubborn husband will not be stopped. His cock is greedy and twitches already. He knows that body will wrap around him in all ways, his ass and limbs both, and Hades will squeeze him and rock against him until he’s finished. He wants it now.
But for the moment, because it suits him, Seph will play the protesting virgin.
“You need your sleep. Stupid king.”
“I have had ten hours. It’s more than enough for the week.”
Hades’s eyes lower and his mouth returns. His tongue sticks out first, making Seph draw himself up tight with anticipation. And then it’s moving on him, in him, and lapping incessantly. Seph gulps and lets go of a heavy breath, squeezing the pillow under him. Hades should stop and Seph shouldn’t like this so much. The god is licking his anus like he’s enjoying the flavor. Like he’s hungry for it. Like there’s nothing disgusting or dirty about it, and Seph is a delicacy.
Seph makes fists on either side of his pillow. His cocky is heavy and needy, but he ignores it for now. It’s easy to let it wait. His hole is flexing and mouthing back, all the nerve endings there alive with pleasure. He doesn’t desire to cum so much as he desires more of this.
And he wonders…
What is Hades getting out of it?
Is this Seph’s pleasure alone?
But his husband’s eyes are lidded with pleasure, and he has Seph parted in his hands like this is his specialty. Like he plans to do this for a while.
And Seph begins to wonder…
How much more of this can I stand?
“Hades!” he moans, the name a question, but he isn’t sure what he wants to say. “How long are you going to do this to me?”
The tongue leaves. It’s mind boggling that something so normal should get to do these dirty things to him. That tongue speaks decrees and powerful spells. And it also laps inside Seph’s ass eagerly, devouring him like a sweet.
Hades tilts his head, getting the perfect angle, and his tongue reaches impossibly deep. It’s not so much the pleasure that makes Seph wild (makes him moan and almost cry out, blushing) it’s the fact that Hades licks so intimately against him without hesitation. With only desire and want, and his fingers follow after the tongue, poking deep, going in to open him up.
And Seph knows then. It’s time.
He lifts his head out of the pillow, panting, and looks back.
“I want you.”
There is a telltale smug smirk. Perhaps this was the dark god’s intent all along. But in any case, he continues licking. There’s no hurry for now. Seph lets him for a little bit, feeling nervous, but also adventurous.
He’s not worried about pain. He just worries about being good at it, for it seems like a lot to take in, and what if he has to ask Hades to stop? Won’t that be disappointing for his husband? Won’t Hades want to wait for a long, long time after that, like he said?
So Seph does not ask again, even though everything happening to him feels very good. H
e urges his body to unwind instead, like he’s getting a massage. He forgets about the dirtiness and just lets himself go into pleasure.
His needy cock is perhaps disappointed to be ignored, but Seph knows Hades isn’t done with him. Hades just hasn’t had his fill of this yet, which is amazing.
He must be getting something out of it. I’m going to try this on him.
And then it becomes a lazy game to memorize his moves. Hades takes to prodding and licking both. At one point, a single finger opens him up, hooking slightly to make it feel bigger than it really is, and Hades moves his mouth on the open hole, making Seph lift his head and gasp, despite how sleepy and calm he’s become.
And then Hades magics the slick oil to his waiting hand, the drawer opening by itself and the vial flying through the air. Seph waits, focused on everything he hears happening behind him, prepared to like it but nervous still.
Hades’s slick fingers in his hole feel like they belong. And Seph bunches the pillow up under him, hoping it all feels good, prepared for some discomfort.
He’s surprised to feel his insides warming up unnaturally. There’s fire in the gel from the vial, but not the stinging kind.
“Is that you doing that to me?”
“Just a little. Don’t worry, my magic is safe.”
“I wasn’t worried.”
You would never hurt me.
Quietly, though it is a problem for later, he also has the quick, impetuous thought: You won’t let me go either.
“Are you ready to be taken by me, stallion?”
Hades bites his ass cheek gently, just nibbling the flesh between his teeth. It makes Seph’s body seize up with ticklish impulses, but Hades only waits, and Seph manages to hold still until the feeling subsides. He looks back, and Hades’s teeth are visible behind his rosy, wet lips. It is a sharp-toothed cat’s smile.
“Yes. I’m ready. Please.”
And he’s still so nervous, but he’s glad Hades doesn’t slow down to prepare him more.
Maybe this is why he’s always in a hurry, telling me not to bother with opening him up—
Seph groans. Hades’s cock is a lot bigger than his fingers and tongue. And he eases in without stopping. Until he’s about halfway, all of Seph’s muscles tightening like mad, and the deeper he goes, the tighter he gets. It feels like Hades stops right before it’s about to hurt.
And then he moves in and out. Slowly.
It’s hard at first. Then easier and easier.
Gradually, Seph realizes he doesn’t have to worry at all. He can let go and just trust Hades to do this to him.
Fifty-Six
His stallion is gorgeous underneath him, tanned thighs thick with muscle spread out and the knees bent, propping up a round ass and a puckered, tight entrance that’s gaping wide to take him in. A push forward makes those muscles clamp down on him, and Seph makes delicious, heavy breathing sounds.
Soon his stallion eases onto him, and Hades is a doting master, brushing his hair off his shoulders, kissing the nape of his neck, propping himself up and leaning over his lover’s back. Then he drives gently, his hips moving in and out. He leans to one side to rest on an elbow, gathering up Seph’s hair with his other hand, gently tugging and imitating dominant games, while his lips continue to seek and dip and kiss. Then he reaches underneath Seph and hugs him like that.
He moves faster. Seph is getting fucked for his very first time. Hades will not disappoint. But he is kind and romantic too, as much as he can be, while selfish desires well up in his mind.
He wants Seph to be soft and accommodating, mewling, and he wants Seph to take all that he has to give him, however he wants to give it to him. As his mind drifts, he imagines Seph on his back, blushing shyly, biting his fist. He sees him bent over his desk with his back sunk low and his shapely ass pointed up.
Or maybe just standing at the balcony. Hades would lift up the hem of his chiton and push inside.
I will make you weak for me.
But such fantasies will have to wait. As a virgin, it will be easiest for them both this way.
“I look forward to having you in all sorts of predicaments,” Hades says, kissing him and moving his lips over the perfect skin. Seph’s tastes like salt and smells like one of his soaps. And he radiates heat, his body always warm like embers after a fire.
Strangely, Seph says, “You will never let me go.”
Hades supposes this is a romantic thought, so he says, “Never, my love. You’re always safe with me.”
“I don’t want to go,” he says.
“You never will. I will always be here for you.” And he wonders if this has to do with how much he’s been working.
I have to make time for him somehow.
But he also knows that time may not come for a hundred years. And he knows what kind of state the humans, or this place, will be in when it comes to that.
“I will find time for you, love. I promise.”
He decides he can’t wait any longer. One fantasy will have to happen now. He turns Seph over, laying him on his back, and enters him again with Seph’s thighs wrapped around his hips.
Seph looks at him with lidded, lustful eyes. His cock is the masterpiece of this vision though. Heavy, huge, and pressed between their bodies against his stomach as Hades lowers himself over Seph, kissing his cheek. He reaches between them and down to play with the head by feel alone, letting the ridge of Seph’s cock slip up and down on the sensitive inner arch of his thumb. Then he pulls the shaft in rhythm as he drives into him.
Seph cries out and grabs him hard around his shoulders, fingernails digging in, his expression almost of pain. The utmost pleasure.
And Hades’s pace slows for this technique, but it’s worth it. He feels the muscles spasm around his cock, wringing him for cum. Seph pulls the corner of his pillow to his mouth and bites it. Hades laughs, taking it out of the way, and forces Seph to kiss him instead. He can feel the frustration of such a romantic gesture to counteract a massive need.
Then Seph throws himself on Hades. Bucking into him with his own hips. Encouraging Hades to go faster.
But Hades only stills.
Let the stallion ride himself for his own pleasure.
Hades rather likes taking the more ‘submissive’ role in bed. He knows that oftentimes the penetrating partner is the one looking after the other’s needs.
His stallion will learn a new way to dominate.
It does not look like he will cum this way on his own though. After a bit, Hades has mercy on him. Letting him go and pulling out, Hades takes Seph’s hands to quell any complaints from him, pins them up by his head, and raises his body over Seph. Hades’s hole is still prepared and comfortable from their activities before.
Initially, there is a bit of catch and slip, Seph’s cock being too wet with pre-cum to fit in his tight entrance. But he moves his knees wider and he makes it happen, sinking and pushing backwards. He drags his hands down Seph’s muscled chest as he sits up, his fingers kneading his taut stomach and splaying around his naval when they get there.
Then it is only a matter of when Hades wants to let him cum. They have changed roles, but he is still the master.
Seph touches his knees, petting. He’s a bit lazy when they do it like this, but he’s good in that he stays hard and lets Hades take his time.
Not today, love.
Even in this moment, flexing around Seph to find the right angle, using his body to milk him and find pleasure for himself also, there are thoughts of the work to be done. He said he could rest but now the cost weighs on him heavily.
He sighs in real life and in his thoughts. But then banishes the notion of work and lets himself focus fully on the sensation of his lover instead.
Seph lifts himself up and kisses him. Again, they change positions, Seph holding him as he pushes Hades all the way back, and then begins thrusting into him, grabbing his legs to hold him open wide, kissing him continuously so that he struggles for breath.
The work
does not invade. Hades gives up all fantasy of being the master and becomes the submissive instead, arching his back against the bed, moaning and clenching down on his master’s cock as Seph drives it into him.
He’s breathless as he cums. And Seph never stops moving inside him, his pace picking up as his climax comes over him as well.
Trying something different was fun. But Hades has never had as much pleasure as he gets from Seph’s massive, fit form pushing into him, holding him, keeping him secure and warm. He shudders as Seph finishes inside him with a final surge.
Seph chuckles and pushes his fingers into Hades’s hair when they’re all done.
“Well, that was interesting.”
“Hm,” Hades responds, unable to make words.
“I think we did it every which way in one go.”
“Mmm, we can do it lots of ways.”
Then they are apart, but not for long. Hades roles lazily to the side, and Seph comes up behind him, holding him to his chest.
I can fall asleep again just like this.
And distantly some demon in his head taunts, Work.
The seconds feel like missed opportunities. He won’t get to rest for a couple days like he initially said. There’s too much to do.
And then Seph says, “I have to talk to you about something.”
“Talk? Now?” Hades asks, not opening his eyes.
“Yes. Because I know you’re either about to go to sleep, or you’re about to leave me. I never get to hold onto you after for very long, you know.”
Again, the guilt assaults him. That demon. But what is Hades to do when his kingdom needs him so? The new human souls are scared, alone, and needing his help. Hades took on the task of being their father. He can’t rut all day like Zeus.
“All right.” He forces his eyes open. He turns a little and looks at Seph as much as he can. “What do you want to talk about?”