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Odysseus let out a breath, staring at the ceiling as he came back to himself. The haze cleared up a bit, and he looked over to the larger man beside him.
“Poseidon…” he breathed, one hand reaching out weakly.
“You finally decided to rejoin the land of the living?” Poseidon purred, though he met Odysseus’ hand halfway and intertwined their fingers. His stormy gray eyes roamed over the dazed mortal, and there was something minutely soft in them. He found himself readily admitting internally the love he felt for this dazed mortal man. “Are you alright?”
Odysseus gave a weak whimper and a nod, squeezing Poseidon’s hand. “Better than alright,” he mumbled, curling up against Poseidon’s chest. He was still a mess from his own pleasure, sticky warmth all over his body from sweat and… other substances. The room was warm after such a gentle but heated coupling, and it was so pleasantly warm that he felt his eyes begin to droop.
“Ah-ah,” Poseidon hummed, pressing his lips into Odysseus’ damp hair. He smiled when he heard a little noise from his lover. “No dozing off yet. Let me clean you up a bit first.”
Odysseus grumbled in protest. He was exhausted, satisfied to no ends, and drowsily warm. He wanted nothing more than to curl up and fall asleep in his lover’s arms.
It got worse when he felt Poseidon beginning to get up. He gave a wail this time, one hand weakly thrashing out in the sea god’s direction to try and bring him back. That failed horribly. He wailed again, louder, and gave Poseidon a look as if he was about to burst into tears.
The sea god gave him a warm smile, one calloused but gentle hand going down to cup his cheek. The pads of the god’s thumb rubbed gently right under Odysseus’ eyes as if wiping nonexistent tears. “Shhh…” he murmured, stroking Odysseus’ cheek. “I’ll only be a moment. I have to clean you up, darling.”
The term of endearment made Odysseus calm down a little, and he only squirmed a little more on the bed in protest before accepting his fate. He rolled over onto his back again, staring wistfully at the ceiling. “I’ll die here…” he pouted dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Cold and alone, abandoned by a man who swore to love me…!”
“Oh, quit with the dramatics,” Poseidon chuckled, leaning back down to rub over Odysseus’ chest with his hand. He didn’t even try to stop himself from gently squeezing a pectoral, admiring the coarse, sticky chest hair. “I’ll be back in a moment. Stay right here, alright?”
Odysseus rolled his eyes. “As if you’ve left me with the ability to do anything else.”
Poseidon just gave him a grin that was far too self-satisfied and slipped off the bed.
He returned minutes later with a washcloth and some water in a bowl. Not particularly fancy, but he just wanted the job done quickly so they could cuddle afterwards.
“I’m back,” he murmured as he crawled back onto the bed, kneeling beside his lover and reaching out. His long fingers ran through Odysseus’ hair lovingly, playing with the fluffy curls. He gave one a very gentle tug. “Oh, don’t tell me you fell asleep…”
“You know I can’t really fall asleep without you cuddling me,” Odysseus huffed softly, pulling his own arm from his eyes and looking up at the god. He eyed the water warily. “You made sure it’s warm, right?”
“Of course,” Poseidon sighed fondly, sitting and pulling Odysseus halfway across his lap. With gentle hands, he carefully ran the washcloth over Odysseus’ chest, cleaning up the now cooled mess all over him.
He was careful as he worked, not wanting to overstimulate his beloved. Every now and again, when Odysseus’ whines pitched a little too high, he leaned down and pressed an apologetic kiss into the mortal’s hair, earning himself another, more contented noise from the man.
With a few careful passes of the cloth over Odysseus’ still sensitive rear, he hummed soothingly into the man’s ear. The low timbre of his voice was soothing, distracting from the sensations the cloth and warm water were causing. It was almost saddening, seeing how much Odysseus squirmed at that touch, and Poseidon wished he knew if it was over sensitive and painful or simply arousing. Perhaps he was more smitten than he’d thought, because he felt a strong, aching pull at that moment to provide this beloved mortal with anything his heart desired.
When he was finished, he did a quick pass of the cloth over himself, unwilling to cuddle with his lover while still sticky and uncomfortable, then set the water and cloth aside to lay down beside Odysseus.
Immediately, the man presented his back to Poseidon, and who was he to deny the obvious request? Wrapping his arms around Odysseus, he pressed tiny little kisses onto the back of his neck, nosing at the still damp skin and humming his approval. He inhaled a little, smelling what little remained of Odysseus’ cologne. Now he smelled like Poseidon himself at that moment, sea salt and the faint traces of sensual musk clinging to him.
Odysseus made little noises of delight as he was loved on, melting into Poseidon’s chest. He wriggled slightly, pressing himself impossibly closer to the god. The nosing and gentle, purposeful breaths along his neck were ticklish and warm, and it brought even a grown man like Odysseus to giggles. The warmth all around him and the steady breathing on his back were soothing to his usually overthinking mind, and he finally allowed himself the luxury to stop thinking so hard.
It wasn’t long before he was sound asleep in Poseidon’s arms. The room was quiet then, a low, barely there whirring coming from the fridge out in the kitchen, but other than that, comfortable silence.
The god smiled to himself, watching his mortal sleep with a sense of contentment. Pride, even, knowing that his beloved would need his help tomorrow. Call him a sadist, but gods… the satisfaction he felt watching that man limp around for a bit after a night of loving? He felt as though he could be nourished from that alone.
He hugged Odysseus tighter by just a little bit, his grip warm and protective and loving. With a final kiss to the back of Odysseus’ neck and a whisper of “goodnight, my love,” he closed his eyes, nuzzled his face into Odysseus’ hair, and drifted off into sleep.