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“Such a beautiful bird,” his praises felt hypnotic, flooding his senses with endless pleasure. He couldn’t stop the shrill from being forced out of him with one simple tug against his wings. Sensitivity rung through his ears as his hands trailed by his ears, moving to the small wings by his ears.
“Ody–Aaah-” His protests die with each stroke.
“Lovely,” he purrs, tugging the delicate feathers, gaining a meek chirp. Odysseus’s heart softens, his touch almost lightening up before quitting shortly. No matter how submissive his partner is behaving, his mind thrills at the idea of having this god unravel beneath him. Already, it was difficult to concentrate on the minx.
Hermes was pinned down on their bed, his back facing him as Odysseus had his hands buried deep in the deity’s feathers, ruffling and puffing them up. If he turned the god on his back, he would be greeted by the erotic sight of his lover. Drool going down the god’s chin as his eyes would be delirious from his actions.
Truly, it amazes him how sensitive his partner is when it comes to his wings…or that Hermes is allowing him to take the messenger apart with each touch and word. A level of trust shared between them. Odysseus promises he’ll cherish this from the start to the finish. Never did he know when he’ll get another opportunity like this. He’ll devour his little birdie.
“H-Ah–” Hermes moans lowly, his wings puffing up, flapping against his ears. His grip tightens around the bedsheets, keeping anything to ground his mind to the present before he truly loses himself. He mewls once his partner presses his chest against his back, dipping his back. The burning heat of Odysseus’s skin against his felt addictive. It almost made him forget how his lover played with his wings, tugging against the feathers.
“My precious god,” Odysseus whispers, trailing one of his hands to his waist, moving to his hip.
Squeezing the fat, Hermes conceals the squeak. Embarrassed that a mortal has him making all these noises. He should be ashamed, but there was no thought of protest. All of it died the moment the moment he felt something slick against his rear. Suddenly, a heavy red blush rises on his cheeks when he didn’t feel Odysseus’s fingers near his opening.
“W-Wait! I haven’t–Odysseus!” Hermes’s shrills grew as he’s pushed forward. His voice is muffled against the sheets, his back arching forward as his legs shake.
“Shh,” Odysseus says, his tone laced with a newfound power. He leans closer, going deeper inside the delicate god as Hermes shakes with each growing inch inside him. With one hand on Hermes’s hip as the other was by Hermes’s face. He grins. “You made me promise my love that you wanted to relinquish control. You wanted to lose yourself in the endless pleasure.” Odysseus moved away from the god’s ear to lean back to bask in the view before him.
Hermes’s body trembles before him. Odysseus moved both of his hands to Hermes’s hips, rubbing them to help the messenger relax. As much as Hermes wanted him to go rough on him, he didn’t want to hurt the god. (Even if Hermes was a god.) However, it was beginning to get difficult when this scene felt far too lewd…watching Hermes’s hole clench and squeeze around him.
Begging for him to keep going.
Before his partner could beg, Hermes’s muffled moans began to leak out him once Odysseus pulled out. His legs shook as his body felt empty. “O-Odysseus, what are you doing?” He asks, trying to gather his thoughts. On other days, Hermes would’ve behaved as a brat to get what he wanted, but this was different. Odysseus gave him everything he wanted, practically on his knees, but this wasn’t that scenario.
“Admiring this sinful sight. Your body is practically begging for me,” Odysseus answers, lewdly. Hermes grew a deep red, ready to push his partner. He had forgotten Odysseus’s habit of sex talk or the phrases he chose to utter. However, those thoughts died with the rough thrust back inside.
“Aah!”
Hermes’s grip almost rips into the sheets. “Y-You’re–” His words die as his moans began to fill the room. Odysseus’s grip doesn’t loosen around his hips, dragging his body to meet his thrusts. Hermes felt far too warm. It was almost embarrassing how he was quick to lose his thoughts.
Odysseus has a habit of twisting his thoughts into nothingness.
The initial protest was gone as his body loosens around his partner, allowing Odysseus to thrust in with ease. His partner was thrusting far too deep inside him, rubbing against his walls. The tiny wings by his ears were shaking, ruffling up from each thrust. His cheek was pressed against the silky sheets as he continued moaning.
At first, Hermes never understood why his fellow gods would choose to bottom and take it as it seemed uncomfortable. Now, he understood.
Odysseus wanted to hear the noises he could lure out of his lover. He found himself tensing when he moved his hand to grip his lover’s wing, tugging it back. He was rewarded with a loud shriek, followed by a moan. Hermes’s body tensed as the wing he wasn’t grabbing was shaking.
“M-More!” Hermes cries, his voice laced with lust. Odysseus couldn’t conceal his smirk, pleased by the sounds. With no further thought, Odysseus moved his hand away from Hermes’s hip to join on the free wing. There was a questioning shrill, that ended the moment Odysseus tugs the god back to meet his thrust.
“Odysseus! A-Ah!” Hermes couldn’t control his moans as Odysseus grips around the base of his wings, tugging him to meet his harsh thrusts. All so ever rubbing against that spot that was driving him delirious. His body was forced to dip as there was nothing holding him up.
“P-Please! Please!” He keeps babbling. He doesn’t even know what he was begging for. His mind felt empty. His wings were far too sensitive, and Odysseus knew that. Abusing the little note of information as he used it whenever Hermes behaved like a brat. Just one simple tug would have him on his knees.
Odysseus’s warming chuckle made Hermes blush deeply as his lover soon speaks. “Such a beautiful bird, all you ever wish for is to be buried deep in pleasure. Isn’t that it?” Hermes tries to hide away despite the sharp tugs coming from his wings. He bites his lip, refusing to speak. It seems his partner picks up on his protest.
“Oh?”
An innocent word. It was supposed to be innocent, no lurking double-meaning behind it, but he was wrong.
Sharply, Hermes cries out, a forced moan leaving him when Odysseus waited no second to turn him on his back. “Odysseus!” He couldn’t protest as his partner started his thrusts again. Each harsh thrust was accompanied by a lustful kiss. Hermes tried to wrap his arms around the other’s neck, solely to be stopped. Odysseus’s grip remained tight around his wrists, keeping them pinned.
If Hermes wanted too, he could easily free himself, but that the furthest thing in his mind.
Once they disconnected, Odysseus found himself lost in those golden eyes, shinning so bright. Rarely does he get to see those eyes, always hidden by that helmet. Still, Odysseus finds himself moving down the god’s neck, claiming each unmarked skin. He basks in Hermes’s gasping moans, storing each sinful sound in memory.
“You’re mine,” Odysseus whispers. “Isn’t that, right?” He pulls away to see Hermes nodding his head. “A-Ah, yes!” He moans, shrieking when his partner tugs his wings again, abusing his poor, delicate wings.
Hermes couldn’t focus. His thoughts felt drowning. He feels the growing pressure inside him as his legs twitched, shaking with every thrust. It was hitting that spot over and over again. By gods, this was his undoing. It was too much. He wraps his legs around his partner’s waist, trying desperately to meet his thrusts.
With his cock rubbing against Odysseus’s chest, the friction alone was enough to send him over the edge, throwing his head back as Odysseus digs his fingers into his wings.
“Odysseus!”
Hermes’s body falls slack, shaking. If he was thinking clearly, he would be surprised that he came untouched…or the fact he released first. He thought Odysseus would be finished, but he was met with surprise. Odysseus’s thrusts continue, growing harsher. Instead of releasing inside him, Odysseus was far from finished.
“A-Aah~!” Hermes’s moans grew, his legs shaking. His post-orgasm made his body sensitive as his wings were continuously being grabbed. However, he could feel his mind grow foggy and foggy when he felt the harsh thrust inside him, pushing deeper inside him. Hermes almost sobs in pleasure at the continuous abuse to his prostate.
“You’re far too deep! Odysseus, you’re too deep inside! Too much!”
Odysseus chuckles, "You say that, but you're enjoying this. Squeezing around me, trying to keep me inside," he teases, watching the blotchy blush cross his god's face. He knew he was reaching his end, but he knew he couldn't finish without trying to get another round out. He knows Hermes would be able to handle it. If he wasn't, he would've shoved him away and told him their little safe word. However, Hermes gave no protest. He only blushes so sweetly as he squirms beneath him.
How much Odysseus wishes to see more of this side of the trickster. He knew it was rare the god allowed him to fall and enjoy the sweet pleasure. Odysseus wanted Hermes to remember that this stays between them and only them. No one could change that.
"Y-You're such a tease," Hermes forces out, trying to conceal his moans with his hands. Each thrust was growing deeper inside him, rubbing so brutally against that sensitive spot. However, he couldn't stop his moans with his lover moving his hands away. Leaning close, Odysseus offers the same smile that made Hermes's stomach fill with butterflies. The same smile that made him fall for the mortal.
"You love it."
With that, Odysseus flips them over. Hermes yelps, almost shrieking when his hands land on Odysseus's chest. He feels a heavy blush rise on his cheeks. Why was he blushing so much like a bride maiden? Maybe, it was--. He shuts down that thought immediately. He tries to gather his thoughts, despite how heavy the fog felt. He felt so full. Sitting on Odysseus's lap made his cock go deeper inside him.
Not needing another word, Hermes begins to ride his cock. He should go slow, but a thought passes through his mind. One pushing him to get Odysseus to release inside him before he does. Even if the small voice in his head whispered that he was closer to the edge.
Odysseus moved his hands to the bed, admiring the view before him. He watched Hermes bounce up and down on his cock, his wings were twitching and shaking as well as his legs. No matter how lewd the scene was, Odysseus couldn't move his gaze away. All he could think about is that this his lover, his god. Hermes didn't even seem to notice his staring, if he did, he would've seen the sick loving look in his eyes. How those eyes hold so much love for his partner, caring for no one other than him.
Hermes felt his legs shake. He knew it was a high tail sign he was reaching his end, and yet he rode out the pleasure. It felt so blinding. Even as he could hear his own echoing moans bouncing back as he rode out this high. How much was Odysseus going to give him to take? As he asks that question, a small voice answers for you.
'I would give you everything.'
Odysseus's voice answers.
Oh, how his mind supplies the answer he knows is true from the mortal. In the right mindset, Hermes would've argued. He was the immortal one, the god, not Odysseus, but it didn't seem his lover care. Despite being mortal, Odysseus would do anything for him. As scary as the thought is, Hermes could only fall harder for the human.
Lost in his thoughts, Hermes didn't see Odysseus's hands move to grasp onto his wings for one final thrust. One that would send him over the edge. Odysseus's hands moved to grasp his wings, tugging sharply as he thrusts harshly against Hermes's prostate.
Hermes felt that thread snap as he couldn't control himself. He knew Odysseus was riding on the edge, and yet that died the moment the fog grew as he cries out in pleasure.
"Odysseus!"
As he comes, Odysseus releases inside his god. He knew they would have a mess to clean up, yet that wasn't what was on his mind. All he could think about the beautiful being in his arms. How much he craves to have Hermes this close to him.
"You're so beautiful," Odysseus praises. He adored the scene before him. As he brushes his hand against Hermes's cheek, he leans close to kiss his lover. Exchanging a kiss, he deepens the kiss, enjoying the closeness between them. He doesn't notice immediately that the god was weeping in pleasure. All he could focus on finishing together as they ride their orgasm. Maybe, it was then when he didn't notice Hermes's thrusts slow down as he leans his weight on his lover.
Sweat covering them both. Odysseus pulled away from the kiss, ready to get another as their final kiss before going to bed. However, he stops when he sees the scene before him.
“Hermes?” Odysseus begins, moving his hand to presses against his lover’s cheek. Hermes's eyes were shut as his chest was rising and falling. His eyes widened; this is the first time he’s seen Hermes exhausted. He pushes back his lover’s hair before moving it to rub against his cheek. His smile softens as he pulls out. He lays the god gently on the bed. Odysseus made his move to go and get a towel to clean the god.
As he does so, Hermes continued to sleep, even after Odysseus cleaned him. It’s only when they were lying in bed when Hermes’s exhausted eyes fluttered open. “I don’t want to hear it,” his voice was hoarse from the moaning.
Odysseus hums, “Did that satisfy your request?” He moved his hand to brush against Hermes’s cheek, brushing the god’s hair back. Wavy, silky, dirty-blond hair was soft beneath his touch. Hermes gives his own hum. “Yes. Thank you.” He buries his face into his lover’s chest.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“More than anything,” Odysseus replies. “We should do that again. I would love to see that side of you again. It was quite adorable. You’re far different than when you take control.”
Hermes’s blush grows. “Shut up. You ruined the moment,” the messenger says, moving to get away, only for Odysseus to pull him back.
Shaking his head, Odysseus manages to get Hermes to meet his gaze. “You enjoyed yourself, Hermes. I would like to see you let go.” An unspoken conversation passes between them with just one look.
Unable to hide his gaze, Hermes looks away before returning his gaze.
“I’ll think about it.”
He moves closer, snuggling. “Just right now, I want to enjoy this.” Odysseus says nothing as he runs his fingers through his lover’s hair. He keeps the god close to him. Despite being mortal, Odysseus would do anything to protect one of the good things in his life.
As he lays with his own thoughts, Hermes only stares at Odysseus’s chest as his gaze falters. He was thankful Odysseus couldn’t see his gaze. As much as he wants to live in this moment, never does it last forever.
He could only wish.