Page 29 of The Trickster's Heart

“Fuck you,” Hermes hissed, adding another finger anyway. Hercules smiled, but Hermes could see he was tense, slowing down his own strokes as he watched Hermes.

“I wish you could see what I see,” Hercules murmured, sounding awestruck and solemn. “You’re so beautiful, Hermes. I could watch you forever.”

Hermes’s brain short-circuited, and he whimpered, closing his eyes as his only form of defense.

I won’t survive if he keeps talking like that.

“Look at me,” Hercules commanded, flooding his voice with authority. “I mean it when I say it. You’ve ensnared me, every part of me.”

Hermes couldn’t respond as tears welled in his eyes; he continued to grind down on his own fingers, making a babble of noises.

“Get inside me,” Hermes finally gasped, and Hercules moved on top of him.

He put all of his weight on Hermes, who found himself reveling in it. He was entirely encompassed by Hercules and his massive body, as if the heft of him on top of Hermes could drive out any reservations that still lingered in Hermes’s heart.

Hercules grabbed Hermes’s wrist and removed his fingers, wrapping Hermes’s hands around his neck. He leaned down and trailed his lips along Hermes’s jaw before capturing his mouth in a devastating kiss.

If they did this, there would be nothing else between them. The thought simultaneously terrified Hermes and drowned him in an aching need. Hercules broke the embrace and lined his cock up to Hermes’s entrance.

“Tell me again you want this,” Hercules pleaded, the confidence from a mere moment ago stripped from his voice. Hermes could only nod his head in response, surging up to kiss Hercules again.

Hercules rocked his hips forward and slowly, so incredibly slowly, thrust into Hermes.

Hermes moaned as Hercules worked himself forward in short strokes, edging the head of his cock inside Hermes before pulling out. There were no more words between them as Hercules picked up his rhythm, giving Hermes more bit by bit.

“All of it,” Hermes whined. His voice sounded otherworldly as he was flooded with desperation. If this was all that they had, he wanted nothing to be left behind.

“Are you sure?” Hercules’s restraint was apparent in his voice, sweat breaking out across his forehead.

“I need it.” Hermes nodded vigorously, trying to fuck himself down further on Hercules’s dick. Hercules sat up so he was on his knees again. He wrapped his hands around Hermes’s waist and lifted, so Hermes was halfway off the bed.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Hercules demanded. Hermes locked his ankles behind Hercules’s back. Hercules took a deep breath and watched how the god’s body trembled in his hands.

“Now,” Hermes snapped. “I swear to the gods—ohhhh,” Hermes let out a loud, delusional shout as Hercules thrust forward and seated himself entirely inside Hermes.

“Fuck,” Hercules cursed, his head falling backwards as he held them, suspended in motion.

Hermes was ripped from any sense of reality; the only thing he was conscious of was the searing, hot heat of Hercules inside him, splitting him open with a tantalizing burn he never wanted to forget. He was inside Hermes, owning him, possessing him in ways that went far beyond the physical.

“Move,” Hermes whimpered, already sounding wrecked. “I need to feel you.”

Hercules said nothing; he simply tightened his grip and began fucking Hermes in earnest, pushing and pulling Hermes down on his own cock to match his thrusts.

“Oh gods,” Hermes grunted, his head spinning out of control.

Hercules was dominating him, maneuvering him however he wanted. Hermes’s balls tightened and pulled up towards his body. Hercules let out a savage grunt and thrust forward, searching Hermes’s face. Hermes’s mouth dropped open in a silent scream as the head of Hercules’s cock hit that blessed spot inside him, making him shake.

Hercules looked proud of himself, satisfaction written all over his face, and he repeated the motion. Hermes was still unable to respond audibly. Waves of pleasure were rolling over his body, and there was no reprieve in sight.

“Is this what I have to do to shut up those doubts in your head?” Hercules growled, picking up the pace and hitting Hermes’s prostate with each thrust.

“Oh gods,” Hermes whined, already sounding hoarse.

Hercules slowed his movements and grabbed Hermes’s leg, throwing it over his shoulder. He started to fuck Hermes mercilessly.

“I know you have doubts,” Hercules grunted, his curly hair sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat. “I’ll fuck them out of you. The only thing left inside you will be my come so you never…fucking…forget.” He punctuated his words with particularly savage thrusts, and Hermes was spinning over the edge.

Hermes didn’t know what he was saying, only that he was murmuring some sort of inaudible nonsense as he tried to forget the intensity of Hercules’s declarations.

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