Page 21 of The Trickster's Heart

“It’ll be fine,” Hercules murmured, pressing his body closer to Hermes. The kitchen suddenly felt too small, and Hermes swallowed thickly, a wave of arousal threatening to choke him. “The Cretan bull was bigger than Aeëtes.” Hercules traced Hermes’s lip with his thumb, and Hermes whimpered.

“The Cretan bull, huh?” Hermes’s voice was high and reedy, making Hercules chuckle. He was standing so close to Hermes that he could feel the sound rumbling in Hercules’s chest.

“The very one, the father of the minotaur.”

“It must have been a good-looking bull if Pasiphaë fucked it.”

“I don’t know about that,” Hercules shrugged, his arm snaking around Hermes’s waist, “but I’ve found that fucking and fighting requires the same skill set.”

“Oh?” Hermes gasped as Hercules’s broad hand slid further down and gripped his ass.

“Mmhmm,” Hercules hummed, dropping his head to the crook of Hermes’s shoulder. His breath was hot on Hermes’s skin, making him shiver. “Do you want to hear how I defeated the bull?” Hercules punctuated the last word by thrusting his hips forward, making his desire apparent.

“Uh-huh,” Hermes shivered at the tortuous sensation of Hercules’s erection rubbing against him.

“Thought so. I’ll tell you the tale,” Hercules’s voice was playful and drunk; it was driving Hermes out of his mind.

Hercules tightened his grip on Hermes’s ass, shoving their tunics up around their waists. Hercules wrapped his hand around their cocks. Hermes nearly sobbed, his head falling back as arousal shot through his body like lightning.

“Fuck,” he hissed as Hercules started to jack them both off.

The sensation of Hercules’s cock rubbing against his was overwhelming and Hermes started thrusting up into Hercules’s hand with abandon.

“Stop,” Hercules bit Hermes’s ear, his voice heavy with dominance, “you remember. Don’t move unless I tell you to.” Hermes whined at the sting, and Hercules sucked on the bite gently, soothing it with his tongue. “Be a good boy and listen to the story.”

Hermes whimpered, a shiver running over his whole body as his orgasm started building and pulled his balls up tight. Hercules laughed again, but it was a ragged, heady sound.

“All I did to defeat the bull,” Hercules purred, his lips grazing Hermes’s ear, “was wrap my hand around his throat…”

Hercules let go of Hermes’s ass and wrapped his fingers around Hermes’s slender neck, continuing to jerk them both off. His hand twisted sinfully as he tightened his grip around Hermes’s throat and cock simultaneously. Hermes’s eyes fluttered closed, and his mouth fell open. Hercules trailed his lips down Hermes’s jaw and bit his lower lip.

“…and squeezed,” Hercules husked, “like this.”

Hercules demonstrated aptly.

Hermes was panting now, his senses entirely overridden with the scent of sweat and arousal. Their dicks were slick with precome and Hermes’s thighs were shaking with the effort to stay still. Hercules’s hips started pistoning forward, fucking his own hand and increasing the torturous drag of friction.

“Please, please, please,” Hermes pleaded, his eyes blown out.

His hands flew up as he gripped Hercules’s biceps, holding on tight as Hercules chased after their release. Hermes felt like a rag doll, utterly at Hercules’s disposal, and it flooded his body with an unparalleled lust.

“What do you need?” Hercules murmured, rubbing his thumb over Hermes’s chin as he kept a firm grip on his throat. He said Hermes’s name like it was a prayer and hearing Hercules say it in such a low, commanding voice made Hermes’s knees shake.

“I want to feel you come,” Hermes admitted, his face flushed.

A flicker of surprise danced over Hercules’s features, quickly turning into amusement. He slowed his pace and squeezed the bases of their cocks, and Hermes erupted in a pathetic mess of noises.

“You first,” Hercules growled. “I want to see your come all over my dick. Can you do that for me, Hermes?”

Hermes started nodding his head rapidly, tears dripping down his cheeks as he writhed in Hercules’s grasp. He was completely at Hercules’s mercy, the hero’s strong hands rendering him immobile.

Hercules could do anything he wanted to him, and that fact alone made Hermes the hardest he’d ever been. He was drowning in pleasure, giving himself over to the ecstasy Hercules coaxed in his veins.

“So pretty,” Hercules whispered in awe. He leaned forward and licked a tear off Hermes’s cheek. “You don’t look like much of a trickster to me,” Hercules mused, sounding all too pleased with himself. “No, no, I don’t think you are a trickster.”

Hermes’s knees buckled as Hercules struck at something deep inside him. He couldn’t avoid Hercules like this; he had no choice but to absorb Hercules’s sentiments. His whole body was teeming with need as Hercules’s arms flexed under his grip.

“This isn’t the face of someone devious,” Hercules tutted, but he sounded out of breath. “I wish you could see yourself right now, flushed and crying. You look wrecked.”

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