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Hermes’ fisted his cock with great speed, his hand practically blurring across it as a trail of soft gasps fell from his lips. His brow was furrowed with a mix of concentration and arousal as he hurriedly pulled his chiton down from his chest so that he could idly play with a nipple.
His clothes felt constricting, but he had been so desperate to start pleasuring himself that he hadn’t gotten the chance to strip. He’d bolted through the window of his quarters on Mount Olympus with only one goal in mind, and in his haste he had almost slipped across the rug on the floor and crashed into vanity on the way to his bed.
He’d kicked off one sandal with ease, but the other was more finicky, and simultaneously he failed to untie the sash around his waist holding his chiton in place; his lack of patience had won out. He didn’t need to be naked for this anyway, he just pulled his skirt up and took himself in hand.
That was over an hour and a half ago. Since then, he had brought himself to the brink of orgasm precisely eleven times, but unhanded himself before he could topple over that point. It was torture; he needed to come, but he wanted to draw it out and bring himself to a more intense completion.
He squeezed his shaft, watching precum bead at its blushed tip and let out a few shallow breaths when he twisted his nipple between his fingers, letting his head flop back against the pillow as he tormented his already oversensitive body with the pleasure it yearned for.
Sex had been on his mind all day. He’d not touched himself or bedded anyone in a while; he needed this, needed to satisfy his body before it invaded his dreams and forced him to wake up either hard as a rock or covered in cum.
He thumbed his tip, spreading the pearly droplets over the head of his cock and twitching with delight at the simple touch. His body was on the brink of unravelling, and he wondered if he could beat his record of sixteen almost-orgasms in a row, or if he would give in before then.
Hermes licked his lips, tugging his chiton even further from his chest, which was saturated with sweat, and went back to abusing his nipple between his fingers. He pinched it hard, stifling a whimper from his lips, and rolled it repeatedly while he stroked his slick shaft.
“Mm, ngh, ah, fuck,” Hermes whispered, “gods, fuck.” The wet noises from his hand’s movements sounded loudly in the room, but his soft murmurs of pleasure remained quiet.
He could feel his twelfth peak approaching, and he shuddered, speeding his hand up to build the pleasure roughly. He panted as his murmurs grew louder, and bit his lip hard to try not to cry out - anyone on Olympus could have been listening.
As the rush of pleasure grew exponentially and euphoria threatened to take him, he quickly released his cock, grabbing the covers of his bed in a deathly grip instead, stalling the crest of his orgasm in its tracks.
“Not yet, not yet, not yet,” he hissed through gritted teeth. He wasn’t ready to come yet.
He opened his eyes, not remembering when he had shut them, and watched his cock twitch in its dissatisfaction. The orgasm slowly receded and Hermes’ chest rose and fell harshly as he waited for it to abate completely.
He let out a deep, slow breath at last. For a moment there, he feared he had gone too far and wouldn’t be able to stop himself from squirting all over his own body, but his strong will had been enough to lure his body back from the brink.
Hermes took himself in hand again, and began stroking once more. A sigh escaped him, his spine tingling as he fed his body more stimulation while it sat in its state of limbo. The pressure in his abdomen was immense and his mind was begging him to give in and let go, but Hermes wouldn’t let it - not until the perfect moment.
“Unf… ung, gods, yes…” He whimpered, tugging his erect nipple without care. It was going to feel so good when he finally came, and with his aim to reach and deny himself his peak over sixteen times, he began to rejoice knowing he only had five left.
Five more almost-orgasms, the fifth one being his grand finale.
“I can do this,” he whined softly, even as his mind begged him not to go on for that long. He needed release, he needed to stop waving salvation right before his eyes only to tear it away at the last second.
“I can, I can,” the soft gasps left his mouth, like a mantra he had to repeat to himself over and over for him to actually believe.
“Gonna feel so good,” he whispered, voice cracking. The thought of how immensely powerful his final orgasm would be when he finally got to it pushed him through his doubts; he just needed to deny himself four more times. Four was nothing.
“Ohh, ahh, oh,” he felt pleasure begin to mount in his lower abdomen again and bit his tongue between his teeth, eyes closing with intense concentration as he twisted his hand over the tip of his cock in a way that always sent him careening towards completion. “That’s right, that’s it.”
His chest flushed pink and his face felt hot, clothes sticky against his skin, but he ignored that, focusing entirely on the build-up. More precum bubbled out of his slit, wetting his length and causing his hand to slide so purposefully over it.
“Please, fuck,” Hermes cried, and felt himself spiralling suddenly towards that peak at frightening speed.
He gasped, released his length, and then realised he’d left it too late to reel back.
“Fuck, agh, NO!” He snapped, having no choice but to grab his length and keep stroking, more fearful of a ruined orgasm than anything else. His climax hit, and his spine seized, pleasure exploding through his entire body in aggressive waves as his cock pulsed violently in his palm.
Cum spurted from his tip with great force, soaring across the length of his body and ruining his chiton. A few stray drops reached as high as his lips.
His back arched, toes curling, and a loud keening escaped his mouth that anyone nearby might’ve mistaken for pain; his eyes squeezed shut, tears escaping in droves, and he sobbed.
“No… no,” he wept as he came down from the high, tear tracks glistening down his face, and drew in a harsh inhale before he wailed, kicking his feet impetuously against the bed, annoyed at his failure.
He’d really wanted to beat his record.
“Ugh…” he grunted, wiping away the tears that had fallen from the intensity of his orgasm, and then licked his own cum that had splashed on his lips, tasting its saltiness on his tongue.
His body sunk into the bed, a delightful warm tingle setting into his limbs alongside a wave of drowsiness.
Well, fuck it. It still felt utterly amazing anyway.