Page 39 of The Trickster's Heart

“Fuck,” Hermes hissed, thrusting his fingers faster. “I’m going to get hooked on that sound. You like this, too, don’t you? It’s so good to hand the reigns over, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Hercules moaned, rapidly losing his ability to respond in complete sentences.

“Look down,” Hermes demanded, his opposite hand digging into Hercules’s waist. “Look between your legs.”

Hercules let his head drop and obliged while Hermes kept cooing encouragingly. “Are you hard, Hercules?” It was an absurd question, and they both knew the answer, but for some reason, Hercules’s entire body flushed when Hermes asked.

“Yes,” he whined. Hermes started running his hand over Hercules’s thighs, getting dangerously close to his hard-on, only to move away. Hermes slowly worked a third finger inside of Hercules, and the hero struggled to stay upright.

There was a delicious burn that was mixing pain and pleasure, and Hercules was stunned at the strength of his desire to be filled.

“Are you making a mess, Hercules?” Hermes made a tsk sound that made Hercules shiver.

“Y-yes,” Hercules gasped out. His cock was leaking all over the sheet beneath him, precome sputtering out of him with every salacious twist and stroke.

“More, please,” Hercules begged, and Hermes removed his fingers. Hermes bent his body over Hercules as Hercules dropped back down to his forearms, Hermes’s chest hot and heavy against his back. Hermes was still pulsing with power in his immortal form, making him bigger and heavier than Hercules for once, and the juxtaposition was going to make Hercules finish before Hermes was even fully inside him.

Hermes bent his head and kissed Hercules’s forehead, lining his cock up to Hercules’s entrance.

“I could have you like this forever,” Hermes murmured, “whatever way you wanted it, I just need to be close to you. Need to be closer.”

“N-need it, too,” Hercules whined, pressing his hips upwards in an attempt to get Hermes inside him.

“Okay, okay,” Hermes cooed.“Tell me if it’s too much.”

Hercules nodded, and Hermes thrust forward, slowly canting his hips and working his way inside of Hercules. He kept going in short, devastating stokes, until each movement was threatening to send Hercules over the edge.

Hermes, in a display of immortal strength, supported himself on one hand and let his other hand come up and push some of the hair off Hercules’s forehead.

“How does it feel?” he whispered, his breathing strained as he thrust a final time and seated himself inside of Hercules.

Hercules could only moan in response; the unfathomable heat was the only thing that he could process. He could feel Hermes inside him, splitting him in two, and it was this place in between pleasure and pain where he wanted to live forever.

“Fuck me, Hermes,” Hercules grunted, and Hermes straightened up, situating himself on his knees behind Hercules. He wrapped his hands around Hercules’s hips and began moving, thrusting slowly, rocking his body against Hercules. It was a delicious torture. Hermes couldn’t even manage to pull out all the way; it felt too good.

He kept going until they were both gasping for breath, Hercules reveling in the freedom he found at the other end of Hermes’s attentions as they picked up pace. Hermes started going faster, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased after their release.

“It’s so good,” Hercules whined before collapsing on the bed. Hermes was the only thing holding him up now, fucking him into the mattress without reservation.

“So good for me, Hercules,” Hermes gasped out, sounding out of breath. Hermes let go of Hercules’s hip and wrapped his hand around his cock.

He started stroking Hercules’s in time with his thrusts, and before he could comprehend the pleasure being wrung out of him, Hercules was coming with a shout.

He had never experienced a release like this before, his whole body obliterated by the sensation. It kept going and going, pleasure racing up his spine until Hercules thought his nerve endings had burnt out.

The sight of Hercules tensing up and spasming in pleasure sent Hermes over the edge, and his orgasm chased Hercules’s. Hercules let out a desperate moan at the feeling of Hermes spilling into him, relishing that he could feel every drop coating his insides.

They collapsed to the bed, chests heaving with exertion while the scent of sex and sweat permeated the air. Hermes summoned the last of the strength he had left and tugged Hercules to his chest.

He pressed a soft kiss to Hercules’s forehead before grabbing his wrist and kissing Hercules there too. There was a small scar where the snake had bitten Hercules, and Hermes held that wrist to his chest like it was precious.

“Do you feel okay?” Hermes asked, a tender expression taking over his face. Hercules could only nod, a blissed out look on his face, already half asleep.

“I love you,” Hercules murmured, scooting as close to Hermes as possible.

“I love you, too,” Hermes whispered in response, vowing to never let Hercules out of his sight ever again.

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