Page 22 of The Trickster's Heart

Hercules ran his thumb over the head of Hermes’s dick, beginning to work them over faster. Hermes could only babble a string of incoherent sounds. Hercules’s words made him feel vulnerable and seen. It only managed to feed his unquenchable need for release, and Hercules just kept talking.

“All I see is a very good boy, who’s going to give me all of his come,” Hercules grunted, a purely satisfied sound.

Hermes let out a wail, sounding almost pained. Hercules took the opportunity to release Hermes’s throat and stick two fingers in his mouth.

“Suck,” Hercules ordered. The command brought Hermes a little back down to earth, giving him something to focus on. He licked Hercules’s broad fingers before hollowing his cheeks and sucking, leaning forward to take Hercules as far down his throat as he could.

Hercules bit back a shout as his resolve finally started to crack. He released a sharp breath through his nose, his eyes almost completely blown out as he struggled to keep an even rhythm as he stroked upwards.

There was drool leaking around the corners of Hermes’s mouth, mixing with sweat and tears. Hercules let out an animalistic growl of possession, unable to fathom anyone else getting to see the god like this.

Hercules abruptly pulled his fingers out of Hermes’s mouth, moaning at the string of spit that dripped down Hermes’s chin.

“Fuck,” Hermes keened. He felt precome dripping down his balls and thighs now; he wondered if Hercules was ever going to give him release.

“You did such a good job.” Hercules sounded amazed. Suddenly, Hercules’s wet fingers slipped between Hermes’s ass cheeks, gently pressing against his hole. He traced the rim, not probing, just teasing him.

“Please, please, holy shit—” Hermes looked crazed, and Hercules gave him a beaming smile.

“It’s almost time,” he cooed, his breath coming out in bursts. “You’re drooling for me, aren’t you?” Hercules started to lose control and began stroking their cocks with tight, messy movements.

“Yes,” Hermes panted. His body went limp, and Hercules held him up with one strong arm while he kept rimming his entrance.

“Pick your head up,” Hercules commanded, and Hermes’s body obeyed of its own accord. “That’s it,” he praised. “Spit on our cocks, baby. Lean over and let me see those pink lips dribbling on my dick.”

Hermes shuddered and could only nod, making a strangled noise as he looked down at the obscene sight of Hercules stroking them both in one hand. He leaned forward and drooled over their arousal, the sound of slick skin ringing in his ears.

“Fuck,” Hercules exhaled sharply as Hermes did exactly as demanded. Hermes leaned on Hercules, resting his forehead on Hercules’s sweaty chest. Hercules took the opportunity to press one finger inside Hermes, who released a mangled cry.

“Hercules,” he gasped, clawing at the hero’s arms while his body shook.

There were small cuts where Hermes’s nails dug into the skin, trying to hold onto his impending release. Hercules didn’t thrust his finger, keeping it inside Hermes as he curled a knuckle and stroked.

“I’m going to… Oh my gods, fuck, Hercules, I can’t…” Hermes was reduced to a pleading mess. He was so hard, it hurt. Hercules tilted his head and kissed Hermes’s forehead, assaulting him from all directions.

“Okay,” Hercules muttered through clenched teeth, “when I tell you, you’re going to come.” He picked up his pace again, petting Hermes’s inner walls and manipulating his body in a blur of overdue pleasure.

“Y-yes,” Hermes was openly sobbing now.

“You’re so obedient,” Hercules praised, squeezing them in one hand. Hermes squealed, biting Hercules’s chest to keep from shouting. “Now, Hermes,” Hercules grunted. “I want you to come now.”

Hermes’s mind blacked out as his body exploded in white hot pleasure. The blood in his veins was replaced with fire as he came, arousal flooding his senses as the knot sitting in his stomach came undone. Hermes had never had an orgasm like this in his life, and Hercules wasn’t even fucking him. His nervous system felt like it was resetting itself until he only knew two things—Hercules and pleasure.

Hercules kept stroking him through it, his mouth dropped open as he watched Hermes explode for him. Hercules came with a bellowing shout a moment later, unable to keep himself from his own release after seeing Hermes’s wrecked face.

Hercules stumbled backwards, somehow managing to collapse onto the kitchen bench and pull Hermes into his lap. He wrapped Hermes’s legs around his waist and maneuvered his head to Hercules’s shoulder.

Hermes looked like a ruined angel. Hercules wasn’t much better.

They didn’t say a word, trying to catch their breaths as they came down from indescribable highs. Hercules turned to say something to Hermes, but there was a knock at the kitchen door.

“You fuckers,” Hecate’s voice was sharp as it sliced through their afterglow. Hermes and Hercules sat up straighter, mimicking each other’s wide-eyed expression. Hermes grimaced.

“You have five minutes to ensure everything is spotless,” Hecate growled from the other side of the door, “and get out of here. You’ve defiled my kitchen, so at the very least, you’re not going to deprive me of the sight of Aeëtes oiled up and wrestling. I don’t care if you’re tired now. You owe me.”

Hermes and Hercules waited until the sound of Hecate’s footsteps died down, and they burst into laughter.

“Fuck,” Hercules let out an exhausted grunt. “Aeëtes is going to kick my ass now.”

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