Page 38 of The Trickster's Heart

“You didn’t.” Hercules smiled. “I’m right here, and I feel fine. How long was I out?”

“Two days,” Hermes grunted as if the information pained him.

Hercules sat up straighter, not missing the way Hermes’s eyes trailed down his chest as the sheets bunched at his waist. He looked like a starving god. Hercules was his meal, and he wanted to both savor and devour him.

“Hermes…” Hercules found his hand in the sheets and looped their fingers together. “Everything is okay. You found me in time, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah,” Hermes let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head in frustration. “This time. We don’t know what will happen in the future. I know you’re strong, but you have to understand how fucking fragile you are!” Hermes’s voice cracked, and he turned his head to look away.

“What else is going on?” Hercules pressed, scooting closer to Hermes.

Hermes tried to avoid Hercules’s gaze, but he caught Hermes’s chin with his fingers and tilted his face back to him.

“There’s more to this than what you’re saying. You’ve been in scarier situations before, I’m sure, and this whole thing smells of Zeus, whom you’ve dealt with before. What’s the difference?”

“I wasn’t in love with anyone in those situations before!” Hermes snapped, his eyes lighting up as he stared at Hercules. “I wasn’t… I wasn’t in love with them.” His voice dropped. “When I saw you there, it was the worst thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve lived a long life, Hercules, and nothing—nothing—was as horrible as that.”

“Darling,” Hercules cooed, his face twisted in concern as he wrapped his arms around Hermes’s neck.

He pulled Hermes into a kiss, using all of his restraint to go slowly. He moved against Hermes gently, bringing his hand up and tangling it in Hermes’s curls, pulling them. Hercules lingered in the embrace, letting the slow burn wash over them as he nipped at Hermes’s lower lip.

Hermes finally broke away with a grunt, gasping for breath as he pulled back. The look in his eyes had shifted, from something cautious and wary to an expression full of heat.

“I need you,” he gasped, looking down at Hercules. “Are you… How do you feel?”

“Good, good,” Hercules rushed to respond, nodding his head. “Definitely good enough for…that.”

“Are you sure?” Hermes kissed Hercules again, but Hercules was already lying back down on the linens.

“Positive.” He grinned. Hermes was on top of him in a heartbeat, needing no more encouragement.

“I love you,” Hermes purred again, trailing his hand down Hercules’s chest. He grabbed hold of the base of Hercules’s cock, causing him to hiss.

“Flip over,” Hermes demanded, a sudden edge creeping its way into his voice, even though Hercules could tell he was holding his breath in anticipation.

A sly smirk appeared on Hercules’s face before he obliged, effortlessly flipping onto his stomach. He arched his back up in the air, fully aware he was preening a little…but he couldn’t help it.

He heard Hermes behind him make a satisfied, keening sound at the sight of Hercules’s large body—face down and presenting himself to Hermes like he was his for the taking—and he most certainly was.

“Gorgeous,” Hermes murmured, leaning over Hercules’s back and trailing his lips down his spine. “Have you ever done this before?” Hermes’s voice was reverent, and Hercules knew what he was referring to.

Hercules grinned into the pillow. “No,” he sighed deeply, preening in the sounds of Hermes’s strangled gasps. “I want to do it with you though.”

“I’m going to make it so good for you, pet, you’ll be begging for it.”

“I’m sure I will,” Hercules nodded, unwilling to play any teasing games. His cock was hardening rapidly, hanging beneath his legs while Hermes ran his hands all over his ass and thighs.

“I’ll go slow,” Hermes promised. Before Hercules could respond, he felt Hermes spreading him apart and pressing a wet, hot kiss to his entrance. He shuddered and arousal began blooming in his groin, suddenly conscious of how empty he was.

“Oh,” Hermes chuckled, his hot breath teasing Hercules, “this is going to be divine.”

Hermes started eating Hercules out without any reservations, alternating between sucking and licking in a torturous rhythm that had Hercules shouting obscenities in minutes. Hermes fucked Hercules with his tongue, getting the tight ring of muscle to relax around him as spit trickled down to Hercules’s balls.

Hermes pulled away from Hercules, making him whine at the sudden loss of contact until Hermes replaced his tongue with his finger. He gently probed one finger inside, slowly thrusting and crooking it upwards. Hercules felt another burst of pleasure fizzle up his spine, and his eyes threatened to roll back in his head.

“Up on your elbows, pet,” Hermes demanded. Hercules groaned, convinced this was his greatest display of strength to date.

He forced himself upward until he was on all fours, swaying subconsciously to match Hermes’s movements. After they found a rhythm, Hermes eased a second finger inside of Hercules, eliciting a high-pitched whine from Hercules.

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