Page 28 of The Trickster's Heart

Hermes knew he should walk away. He should do the responsible thing and leave before whatever feelings they had got more confusing. They had already acted on the attraction between them, and to Hermes, it was wisest to avoid anything else that came after this.

Hercules would have no more need for him; he would come to realize that no one wanted Hermes around after his usefulness ran dry because he couldn’t be trusted. Hermes tried to convince himself he was doing Hercules a favor…but he said nothing.

“Hermes,” Hercules’s head dropped, and he pleaded, gripping the sheets with fists, “do you want to leave?”

“No,” Hermes whispered.

“Do you want me to show you how badly I need you to stay?” Hercules picked his head up, his eyes meeting Hermes’s and staring right through him with a gaze like fire.

The sight broke him.

“Yes,” Hermes gasped eagerly.

Hercules pounced. He crawled up Hermes’s body until he was forced to lie down, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head at the feeling of Hercules’s weight on top of him. He was everywhere, flooding Hermes’s senses, until every last doubt was burning out of his mind.

Hercules knocked Hermes’s knees wider, grabbing his chiton and ripping it with a savage tug. The fabric burned as Hercules tore it off Hermes with one pull, and Hermes mewled at the pleasure and pain of it. Before he could blink, Hercules rid himself of his clothing and was grinding against him.

“Fuck,” Hermes hissed, his eyes flickering closed.

It had barely been an hour since Hercules last touched him, but he knew it would never be enough. The hot, desperate drag of skin took Hermes’s breath away as Hercules rutted against him.

“Need you,” Hercules grunted in Hermes’s ear.

“Take me then,” Hermes was barely able to get the words out, his hands clawing down Hercules’s back.

Hercules sat up, and Hermes made a desperate keening sound at the loss, causing Hercules to let out a dark chuckle.

Hercules maneuvered his way down Hermes’s legs, sitting up on his knees as he drank in the sight of Hermes spread out before him.

“You’re going to have to work for it,” Hercules commanded, a nearly sadistic tone making its way into his voice. Hermes fidgeted on the bed as a knot of arousal began building at the base of his spine.

How is it even possible that he can make me so unhinged, so quickly?

“Fine,” Hermes gasped, looking up at Hercules. “I can’t believe they say I’m the fucking trickster.”

“No tricks here.” Hercules grinned. “Now, finger yourself open for me if you want my cock.”

Hermes moaned in response, another wave of heat going straight to his groin. Hermes was the instigator; there were very few opportunities when someone else took the lead. The last of his common sense flew out the window at Hercules’s command.

“Yes,” Hermes managed to choke out.

Hercules grabbed Hermes’s wrist before he could move, wrapping his lips around Hermes’s fingers and sucking. Hermes swore, his back bowing at the sensation. Hercules worked his tongue over Hermes’s fingers, coating them with his saliva, and Hermes felt it in his dick.

Hercules released Hermes’s fingers with an obscene wet sound, looking at him with a devilish grin.

“There you go,” he crooned, readjusting himself until he was kneeling over Hermes.

Hermes couldn’t formulate a proper response, so he didn’t. He immediately began circling his own hole, slowly at first, until a burning need consumed him. Hermes slipped one finger inside himself, letting out a brief sigh of relief now that at least something was inside him.

“Good,” Hercules praised, and Hermes’s entire body flushed.

Hercules wrapped his fist around his own dick and began pumping with long, torturous strokes. They moved in sync for a few minutes, taking in the sight of each other, overwhelmed and nearly mad with anticipation.

“Add another one,” Hercules’s voice left no room for argument, and Hermes obeyed. He worked himself open as fast as he dared go, whining at the sight of his own cock as it bounced against his stomach. He was dripping precome, and Hercules jerking himself to complete hardness was threatening to send Hermes over the edge early.

Hermes moaned again when his fingers grazed a particularly sensitive spot deep inside him. Hercules growled as if he knew Hermes’s body better than his own.

“Don’t curl your fingers,” Hercules hissed. “Add another; open yourself up for me.”

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