Page 30 of The Trickster's Heart

“I want to see you come, Hermes,” Hercules insisted, reaching down and wrapping his hand around Hermes’s cock.

As soon as Hercules touched him, Hermes was coming in a never-ending rush of pleasure. The knot in his belly uncoiled, and he kept going, torn between the sensations of Hercules inside him and touching him. There was nothing left in Hermes’s world as his body was assaulted with the strength of his orgasm, flooding his senses and overwhelming his body, sending him to a place Hermes didn’t know existed.

Hercules watched Hermes gloriously unravel, fucking him through it as he stared at the obscene amount of come pooling on Hermes’s stomach.

The last wave of Hermes’s orgasm caused his body to flutter and tighten around Hercules, and he was done for.

Hercules came with a yell that shook the foundations of the house, flooding Hermes with his release until it dripped out of him.

Hercules collapsed, barely able to roll to his side as they struggled to catch their breath. Hermes let out a whine as Hercules pulled out of him, immediately shifting his hips to try and adjust for the sensation of Hercules’s come trickling down his thighs.

“Stop moving,” Hercules grunted. His eyes were closed, and he was lying on his side; Hercules pulled Hermes to his chest and threw a leg over Hermes’s waist.

“I’m a mess,” Hermes whined in protest, but they knew there was no sincerity in it.

“Good,” Hercules growled, his breath hot in Hermes’s ear. “I want you to go to sleep now, in my arms, covered in our come, so you know exactly who you belong to.”

“Herc…” Hermes’s heart cracked open, but Hercules shook his head.

“If you wake up in the middle of the night and panic,” Hercules murmured the words against Hermes’s skin, “then the come dripping out of your ass will remind you where you’re supposed to be.”

Hermes blushed, and his eyes went wide, “Oh my gods,” he admonished.

Hercules merely shrugged, his eyes still closed. “I’ve decided the only way to get through your walls is to fuck through them, so I will. Now rest.”

Hercules tightened his grip on Hermes, and his breathing evened out a second later, passing out into a restful sleep. Hermes’s mind spun throughout the night, keeping him awake until the first glimmer of morning light peered in through the window.

Hermes stared at the rising sun and had no idea what to do.

12

Hercules woke up with his face buried in soft, blonde curls and decided it was his favorite way to wake up. He slowly blinked his eyes open, tightening his grip on Hermes. The smaller god was nestled into Hercules’s chest with his hands curled under his chin. His expression was so peaceful, Hercules wanted to drown in it. As he watched Hermes’s body ebb and flow with slow, sleepy breaths, a sense of security and longing came over Hercules. It was so strong, it would’ve knocked him to the ground if he wasn’t already lying down.

Hercules couldn’t help himself and tucked his face closer to Hermes, breathing in the scent of his hair. He smelled like crocus flowers, reminding Hercules of a home he’d abandoned years ago. Hermes stirred, wriggling in Hercules’s arms but also not moving away.

“Are you smelling me?” Hermes murmured. His voice was groggy with sleep, and it simultaneously aroused and endeared Hercules.

“Maybe,” Hercules conceded, pressing soft kisses on his face. “You smell nice.”

“I probably smell like you,” Hermes scoffed, but he still hadn’t moved away from Hercules’s grip.

“I want to stay like this forever,” Hercules whispered, the words tumbling out of him before he realized what he was saying. Hermes didn’t move for a second; he didn’t even appear to be breathing.

Fuck, Hercules cursed, I’m going to go too far.

“You know we can’t,” Hermes sighed, but his arm curled around Hercules’s back, and he held on.

“I most certainly did not know that.” Hercules admonished, pulling away so he could make eye contact. “I’m almost finished working for Eurystheus, and I’ll have a godhood, Hermes.” Hercules’s voice was strict. “What’s going through your head?”

Hermes fidgeted and tried to look away, but Hercules caught his chin and turned his face towards him.

Hermes relented with a sigh, “You want to become immortal to… What, Hercules? To spite the gods? I’m a god. What’s going to happen when you have your shiny new immortality, and I’m no longer interesting to you? Am I going to find you in the arms of Dionysus every time I have to go to Olympus?” The words started tumbling out of Hermes before he could stop them. His pitch got higher as he tripped over the mess of his thoughts. “I’m not someone people keep around, Hercules. You don’t know that yet, but you will. I’m the messenger, do you understand that? The god of tricksters and travelers. I have a job to do, and then I’m gone.”

“Am I job to you?” Hercules interrupted him, hurt twisting his face.

“No, n-no,” Hermes sputtered, putting his hands on Hercules’s chest. “I mean, it started out that way because of Eumolpos’s ritual but…no. No, I certainly wasn’t sleeping with you because it was a job. Would you seriously believe that of me?” Hermes’s brow furrowed. “You’d even question that?”

“You’ve just said…”

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