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Odysseus doesn't know whether he's in Elysium or Tartarus with the way the heat shoots through his body, with how tight his gut feels, and how the air is punched out of him every moment. A thick, scaled tail wraps around his ankles and raises his legs upwards, binding him into a rather compromising position. His legs are forced toward his chest and his ass slightly off the bed he rests on, muscles flexing as he lets out a sobbed, wet moan and arches his back.
His mind is hazy, as if he's never known anything in life before this torturous pleasure.
“V-Vas,” He gasps out, and he's only just registering how horribly wet his voice sounds, “P-Please, I can't take anymore-”
There's a pause then, as if the air around him has stilled. Finally, a head of white, kinky hair pops up, the sea nymph’s tongue still slightly out of his mouth. He doesn't remove the hand he has wrapped tightly around the base of the king's cock even as he blinks at him with faux concern.
“Huh?” The nymph asks, voice full of that typical teasing drawl. His hand squeezes the length in his hand lightly, earning a mewling moan from Odysseus, “Does my dear wolf not like when I do this?”
He follows up the question with a quick duck of his head and a tongue over his hole. It's already slick with spit from Teirvas' hard work over the past hour or so.
Odysseus nearly chokes, his back arching off the bed even as the tail around his ankles sightens and forces him to stay still. He feels crazy and yet…
“F-Fuck,” He gasps, and whatever else he was going to say is shoved from his mind as his husband dives back in, “Oh, gods above!”
Teir eats him out like it's a mission. His tongue explores and delves into him and he doesn't stop until Odysseus is either begging or reduced to nothing more than wet sounds and sobbing rambles. Honestly, it depends on the day and whether or not the nymph feels merciful, which-
Suddenly, Teirvas pulls back with a wet and slick sound, leaving Odysseus feeling painfully empty. He can feel the way his hole flutters around nothing and, usually, he'd be horribly embarrassed, but he can't exactly bring himself to care. No, he can't care at all because he feels the bed shift and the weight of his lover leave, his tail guiding his legs down onto the comforter before releasing him as Teirvas walks away.
There's the sound of shuffling beside him but he doesn't look over until fingers grip his chin and force him to. Through hazy eyes, he's met with the tip of a shining, pale blue strap. He knows immediately what to do and as soon as those fingers let go of his face, his mouth falls open and his tongue slips out.
Teirvas lets out a low, pleased purr as he grips the base of his cock and guides it into his husband's mouth. Odysseus’ eyes slip closed as his head bobs slightly, lips wrapped tightly around the silicone. Each downward motion is harmonized with the light thrusts of the nymph's hips, forcing the strap against the back of his throat.
Modern times has its issues, but at least humans have perfected sex… Somewhat.
Wet sounds fill the room alongside soft, choked gags. Teir does this; He fucks his face all softly and tenderly before spreading him open and fucking him until he's braindead. He hates to admit it, but it helps when things get to be too much for him. There's nothing quite like your mind going blank except for the boiling arousal that threatens to spill out of you.
A careful hand cards through his hair, tender for a brief moment before it tightens its grip and forces his head still. Teirvas’s thrusts suddenly speed up, sharp and purposeful as Odysseus’ eyes roll back in his head. He opens his mouth a little wider and those wet gags feel louder within the space of their bedroom. It's obscene, it's debauched, and it's perfect.
Teir keeps his hips thrusting fast and hard until he suddenly yanks back; Odysseus gasps, inhaling large gulps of air as the tip of that strap smacks against his cheek. He pants like a dog with his hips bucking unconsciously and his fingers curling into the bed. The nymph's eyes soften, but he quickly schools himself and purrs, cupping his boy's chin once again.
“What do you say?” He asks, voice rough with desire.
Odysseus licks his lips as he thinks, trying so hard to dig into his subconscious for what his love is asking for. His thoughts feel like water that he wades through, almost incoherent in their nature. Still, he manages to grasp something within the murk, pulling it up and letting it spill out.
“Please,” He croaks, spit-slick lips parted slightly, “Please, Teir- Please, fuck me.”
He's still breathing heavily as he watches his husband's mouth morph into a wide sharp smile. Those fangs, pointed and predatory- He knows them well, knows how they feel when they sink into his skin, when they rip and tear and shred as blood soaks his lovely boy's chin. Both Poseidon and Teir have a certain fondness for marking him up in very visible areas.
He already has enough scars, after all. Why not add a few more that he actually likes?
He watches through glassy eyes and wet lashes as Teir steps back, his fingers sliding out from under his chin with the slight scrape of sharp claws. He's only vaguely aware of the bed shifting again, of those familiar hands tucking under his knees and forcing him back into that terribly exposing position. He's still panting as he focuses on his husband entirely.
His face flushes with some terrible mix of arousal and embarrassment as the blue length drops to rest atop his twitching cock. It doesn't dwarf it persé, but it still makes him feel small. He swallows down a groan as Teirvas lazily rolls his hips forward, rutting their cocks together and sparking electric pleasure up his spine.
Gods, he just loves teasing him, doesn't he? Loves to make him writhe, beg, and plead for anything. The worst part? Odysseus knows damn well he'll always cave.
He's been desperate for the last- what, hour? Two? He doesn't know, everything is still pretty damn fuzzy. However long it's been, all he's wanted is to be fucked and filled and-
“Teir,” he sobs out as he tries to raise into the friction, “Please, please s-stop fuckin’ teasin’ and put your goddamn cock-”
The only thing he really registers is a deep snarl before he's being essentially folded in half, spread open, and slammed into in an unreasonably short amount of time. He knows it'd be painful if Teirvas wasn't as generous of a lover as he is, but- well, he spent an undetermined amount of time eating him out like his damn life depended on it.
In his new position, all he can do is take when he's given, gasping and whimpering until he feels his husband's hips press flush against his ass. His lips are parted and spit-slicked as he gulps in breaths feverishly. It's only when he feels teeth dragging over his collarbone that he comes back to himself.
Teirvas has draped himself over his form, clawed hands groping every bit of him that he can reach. His tongue drags up bruises both new and old, almost like it can taste the age old pain underneath his skin. Like it can soothe it away. He whimpers and tilts his head back a bit more, baring his throat to his lover’s teeth and tongue.
As he presses small kisses and gentle nips to his exposed skin, Teir finally moves. Slow yet deep thrusts build up, forcing air from Odysseus’s lungs with each languid grind. His eyelids grow heavy with it, the sensation somehow both wonderfully relaxing and terribly overstimulating. It balances the line between the two precariously, and he knows which way it'll topple tonight.
“There you go,” Teir rumbles against his throat, pulling back just enough to gaze at him as he slowly fucks into him, “you're takin' me so good, honey. Isn't this nice, hm? Don't have’ta think about anythin’, not when you got me takin' care of you.”
Odysseus nods sluggishly, his leg twitching against Teir's lower back. Yeah. Yeah, he's right. He feels the way those soft lips curve into a sharp grin, and- Damn, he was right.
He can't say he's exactly surprised when his husband’s thrusts abruptly turn sharp, but it is a lot out of nowhere. A strangled cry tears from his chest as he's very suddenly fucked hard and fast. The slaps of skin against scale bounce off the walls, his own sobbing moans interspliced with Teirvas's rough pants. He knows he's already close, and he blames Teir and his annoyingly skilled mouth for it.
His hands scramble against the sheets, his cock throbs between them, and his body shudders. He can't even warn Teir as he's suddenly cumming, making a mess of the tight space between their bodies. He hears his husband tsk, feels that final slam of his hips (that makes him whine with oversensitivity), and lets him pull out with an obscenely slick sound.
“Already?”
His voice is a strange mixture of amused and disappointed. Distantly, he feels genuinely ashamed for cumming so fast, but then Teir's webbed fingers gently slide up and down his inner thighs, helping him relax despite his tone. He's always been good at reading Odysseus’s emotions. He supposes it's just another similarity between the nymph and their godly husband.
He feels Teir's tongue drag through the mess on his stomach. He shivers under it, but otherwise doesn't complain. It's nice.
Everything about this is nice.
He listens to Teir’s familiar hum, his gentle coos, and chirps as he shuffles around the room. Seems like they're done for now. That's alright. Honestly, he's pretty damn tired from it all. He just wants to sleep, maybe just curl up in their bed and fade off for a bit. He always likes doing that after times like this.
He's somewhat aware of the warm cloth carefully wiping him down, of gentle hands moving him somewhere comfortable, and of the murmurs of two distinct voices nearby. When two pairs of familiar lips - one soft and warm, the other slightly chapped and scruffy - press against his forehead, he hums and smiles a bit. He feels so cared for, so loved at the end of it all.
Just like he always does. Just like he has since the beginning of this warmth between them.
“Love you,” he mumbles, earning a low laugh from the man behind him and a soft chirp from the one in front, “g’night.”
Then, not for the first time and definitely not for the last time, he slips into a content and dreamless sleep.