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Se miran, se presienten, se desean,
se acarician, se besan, se desnudan,
se respiran, se acuestan, se olfatean,
se penetran, se chupan, se demudan,
se adormecen, se despiertan, se iluminan...
- Poema 12, Oliverio Girondo.
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Thanatos felt his own self-control being methodically frayed the more he kissed Zagreus. He had his mouth on his lips, the shock of heat, the warmth of his rough lips was an exquisite sensation. His hands gripped Zagreus's chiton as sounds began to fill the air. They only separated when Zagreus felt the natural need to breathe, that, and when he feared he might fall from blindly backing away and sitting up toward the bed. Thanatos lunged towards him, without lunging directly. His foreheads were together as were his noses, just millimeters away from touching. Zagreus's breath on his face like a balm on his lips. Thanatos' gaze connected directly with the other man's. Those crimson-green eyes that he wanted to be fixed on him forever.
“Beautiful,” Zagreus said with a certain tone of amusement. “And also desperate, from what I see, judging by the way you want to devour me with your eyes.”
Thanatos frowned, which somehow further intensified Zagreus's own satisfaction at his words. “Figure it out.”
Thanatos' lips attacked the man's again. Zagreus laughed lightly as Thanatos rested his cold palms against Zagreus' shoulders, pushing him briefly towards the bed. Then his hands went to his biceps, the body heat that emanated was intoxicating to the god of death, as if he craved his touch in an almost needy way. He had never believed he would depend so much on the warm body of someone next to him until his body showed him something completely new. He ran his fingers over the muscles of his arms, the tension in them and every thick, muscular edge of him. When he pulled away from Zagreus's mouth, he bit his lip briefly, without hurting too much, but his touch lingered.
He slowly descended toward his neck, licking hungrily. The salty taste of the man's sweat that was slowly forming invaded his palate. Thanatos behaved in such an incredibly adoring manner towards his body that Zagreus drove him completely crazy from his touch. He let out a visible sigh as Thanatos rested a knee on his crotch area, and Zagreus visibly shuddered. Arousal flew straight to his crotch when he heard that light moan as his breathing became unregulated.
Thanatos's hands traveled in such a way that they were never unoccupied. If he didn't massage it in soothing circles around his shoulders and his arms, they ran over his waist or the heroically proportioned silhouette of his figure. Everything about him seemed to be part of contemplation for Death.
Zagreus was enthusiastic at his touch and puHed Thanatos away. As much as he would like the man to touch his flesh the way he loved it, it was difficult to do it at the same time while he wanted to undress.
Zagreus placed his fingers on the edge of his shirt, pretending to slide it off and further expose his figure. Thanatos had his gaze on the cheeky patch of chest that Zagreus always revealed, his scar under his pectoral. He had to swallow as his mouth watered.
"This is what you want?" Zagreus asks, licking his lips. His voice tore at Thanatos' thoughts, although his own desire and lust were beginning to expand more and more, taking over more and more logical thought. He loves taking it slowly and patiently, playing with his own hunger and urge to have it ruined and sobbing with pleasure. It was exciting just to think about having the prince of the underworld so full of it and taking away his ability to think.
“Yes,” Thanatos murmured. “Gods, yes.”
Although I hope the gods have their sights elsewhere. Zagreus thought.
"Come then."
Thanatos didn't need any clarification. Removing his knee and now leaning down, he began to remove Zagreus's clothing with the methodical delicacy he excelled at, his fingers quickly running over the man's muscular torso, continuing to place kisses on his wonderful body, delighting in the man's athletic figure. Zagreus becoming more and more exposed.
Thanatos placed his hands on his abs, the hard muscles tensing, the tremor perceptible in the rest of his body drawing a sigh from him. His blush became evident on his skin so pale and exquisite, his face flushed to the ears..
Then he began to work on his belt as he retreated several inches. He took it away calmly, although now with an evident effort to maintain control. Finally, when he takes it off, he looks down at Zagreus's already damp underwear, Thanatos' gaze on him. His own cock throbbed as he looked at the wet spot on top of the man's clothing.
Zagreus growled, though he began to smile uneasily. Thanatos leans closer to him and his mouth sinks into the slick of his pussy. Zagreus almost jumped in surprise when his teeth sank into the sensitive flesh adding to the friction with the fabric.
"Oh!" Zagreus exclaimed. His thick thighs involuntarily closed around Thanatos's head, who did not stop with the mixture of excitement and pain when the god of death licked the wet fabric against his entrance. His heart pounded, his sighs ragged as Thanatos rubbed his teeth at him, tasting his latent arousal.
Zagreus's arms covered his face and he gritted his teeth tightly, hissing, gasping at his face buried between his crotch. His fingers tightened around his waist, until they traveled to his underwear and slid it off gingerly. Thanatos gasped, staring at the man's exposed pussy.
Thanatos would be sure his brain would be melting if he were anyone else. Instead he felt a rise and fall of excitement in his chest. His own penis trapped in the dying fabric releasing precum from time to time. However, Thanatos loved to please Zagreus at all times. Being the cause of the pleasure he felt, and putting his own need in the background, which caused him satisfaction more than anything else.
“Ah- Fuck…” Zagreus gasped. His pussy was swollen and soaked, and Thanatos licked his lips before leaning back into his folds. Thanatos' cold breath millimeters close to his clitoris sent a shiver through the prince of the underworld, so sensitive and so needy.
Thanatos moved his arm and his fingers traveled to his folds. His other hand rested directly on his hips to keep him still. Zagreus clenched the bed sheets tightly, his fists white with effort.
He was panting, his teeth clenched and his breath wheezing. It was a sight for Thanatos to watch his chest rise and fall as he caught his breath. Thanatos wasn't feeling particularly merciful, so his fingers probed the man's entrance until he inserted two digits inside him.
Zagreus let out a heavy growl, which renewed Than's hunger. The prince's toes clenched tightly as Than licked the man's clitoris, stimulating it and tasting his fluids. His fingers moved in and out repeatedly, arching meticulously into his tight, wet walls. A tight, smothering, warm place that wouldn't be the first time Thanatos buried himself inside him for a while before thrusting into him.
He filled the room with the wet sound of his fingers moving in and out as his tongue stimulated his clit firmly, encouraged to continue by the moans of Zagreus, who was stunned by the way he was being fucked. with the fingers. Zagreus' entire body trembled with enormous need. His mouth opened to speak, but it was too late. With a long, shuddering sigh, Zagreus's torso suddenly spasmed. He feels him squeeze it several times as he watches the prince's visible pleasure.
“O-Oh…woah” Zagreus had suddenly come, taking the words out of Thanatos' mouth. The prince's legs threatened to close around Thanatos' head again. And, gods, damn him when the day comes when he stops thinking about being suffocated to death by his thighs. “Incredible, are you okay?”
Zagreus nodded awkwardly.
"Go on." His raspy voice almost didn't sound like his usual one.
Thanatos didn't have to listen to anything else. He withdrew his fingers, the sound obscene of wetness, and watched the fluids pour copiously from Zagreus' pussy. His instincts took over his dull mind and he buried his nose in the man's pubic bone. His tongue tasted Zagreus' liquid, eating it like a delicacy, the excess staining his chin. Heat washed over Zagreus like a wave, so overwhelming that his own brain went blank. His head snapped back with an audible grunt. His hips bucked forward frantically as Thanatos began sucking on his clit, sending tingles throughout his body. He was not even able to formulate any words or exclamations, but rather he stood there, panting, with tears brimming at the edge of his eyes.
He let out a pleading moan, his Adam's apple bobbing with effort. His muscles tensed again, his chest heaving as he came again. He began to see stars, his mind fried and his eyes rolling back in his head, his jaw clenched and an audible moan almost so primal that Thanatos would be able to come right then and there at the exquisite sound it tore from him.
Once he relaxes, Thanatos places a soft kiss on his clit as he slowly pulls away to see the mess Zagreus had become. He watched the layer of sweat run down his body and glisten, the musk reaching his nostrils, his nipples hardening with arousal. His black hair was stuck directly to his face with sweat, the hard features of his face completely absorbed in pleasure, gasping silently.
That reminded him of his own problem, his own penis throbbed, so terribly hard that he pulled painfully at the death god's garments.
“Zag…” Than said as he filled the noise of Thanatos taking off his clothes. Then, he can't help but feel a shiver when he withdraws his own cock into the open air, releasing his arousal and some of the tension he's had trapped. Thanatos had thought about coaxing another orgasm out of Zagreus to ruin him even more than he was, but his own mind was in meltdown and he could only concentrate on thrusting himself inside the prince.
Zagreus slowly lowered his gaze and spread his legs with obvious effort, his limbs visibly shaking from the effort. A trail of his fluids slowly leaking out of his throbbing pussy. Thanatos could have almost come at that moment. He approached, almost reeling with anticipation. He lifts one leg firmly and rests a hand on Zagreus's waist, his cock rubbing against the man's overstimulated folds. Finally, he enters, drawing a shaky breath from the god of death at the intrusive warmth that washed over him.
Zagreus held back a gasp as the tip of his cock entered him. A wild, guttural moan escaping his lips. He squeezed, almost as if he threatened to stay in that position forever, his walls choking Thanatos who struggled with the effort.
“F-Fuck,” Thanatos muttered. It was so strange to exclaim like that, but he was so focused on the prince's hot, wet core around his cock that his mind was frayed of any need for decency.
However, his body leaned close to Zagreus's neck, whispering softly.
“Relax for me, please?” Thanatos said, pressing a kiss to the juncture of his shoulder and his neck, licking the sweat off of him. A heady liquid, salty and lingering in Thanatos's mouth. Zagreus was already sobbing, stuttering only broken exclamations. However, He heeded his lover's request, and he patiently waited for his to relax so he could get deeper inside of him. After a moment he was able to completely bottom out, taking his breath away. His arms were wrapped around Thanatos' body, his toes curling and clenching from the intensity.
“G-gods… I-” Zagreus said, choking on harsh noises from the back of his throat. Thanatos began to withdraw slowly, adjusting his grip on him, until he thrust into him. Zagreus nearly screeched, pulling his body back and forth with increasing ease. Overcome with pleasure, his body arched and his eyes rolled back in his head.
Thanatos filled the room with the slapping sound of his skin ramming into his hungrily. The wet splash of his fluids enveloping the god's cock. Zagreus felt so full that he practically just wanted Thanatos to cum inside the prince as soon as possible.
He continued to thrust, and drool came out of the corner of his mouth. Zagreus's forehead glistened in a layer of sweat and the rest of his face in fat drops. Thanatos looked at him out of the corner of his eye, removing his hand from his waist. He touched Zagreus' chin, guiding his face, taking over his masculine features. He licked Zagreus' sweat from his cheek, and the prince spasmed in surprise.
“Please-” Zagreus murmured softly, but still gravely. Thanatos bit his lip, the new angle allowing him to reach even deeper inside of him. He ignored his limbs tense from his constant movement as he felt his climate approaching. “Inside, I want to feel it…”
Thanatos let out a growl and continued attacking his walls, and his free hand went to his clit, squeezing out every last drop of pleasure he possibly could. His pussy was already slippery enough to feel only the impending climax of pleasure. All of his senses flared and his sense of reason blurred as his orgasm hit him like a wave the moment Thanatos finished burying himself deep inside of him. He felt the throbbing of his cock filling him with his seed, along with a snort that sent shivers down his spine.
His legs spasmed as Thanatos pushed in somewhat stubbornly despite being so deeply buried, as if he wanted to be even deeper inside of his walls. He sobbed as he tried to regulate his breathing, frowning. They take a minute or two like this, resting from the brutal daze, Thanatos not tiring of inserting himself so deeply into him, as if he never wanted to let go. Gods, Zagreus would be so happy if he were like that.
Thanatos withdrew from inside Zagreus with a gasp. Zagreus let out a tired wail. The semen coming out of the man's pussy in fat drops. His heart beating violently.
"Are you OK?" Thanatos said. Zagreus let out a growl as he nodded in response. Thanatos approached him, placing his fingers on his chin. Trying to kiss him, Zagreus tilted his head abruptly.
"No, thanks. “I’ve already seen what you do with your mouth.” Zagreus said. Thanatos at least had the decency to blush.