Page 7 of The Trickster's Heart

Hercules leaned forward slightly. “Tap my leg if this gets to be too much, okay? You look so stunning like this, naked and waiting to suck my cock… I can’t go slow.” Angelos nodded his head rapidly, and Hercules gripped his head a little harder. “You can use your words to respond.”

“Yes, okay, y-yes,” Angelos’s whole body was trembling, and his words came out in a rush.

“That’s enough,” Hercules snapped, the tenderness in his voice gone. “Stick your tongue all the way out… yes… oh, that’s so good.”

Hercules gripped the base of his cock and placed the head on Angelos’s tongue. Angelos closed his lips around Hercules and sucked.

“Fuck,” Hercules hissed and fought to keep his head upright. He was transfixed by the sight of Angelos between his legs, taking him as far as he could go without hesitation. Hercules’s fingers tightened their grip on Angelos’s hair, and he moaned. Hot, piercing flashes of arousal went racing down his spine.

“Touch yourself,” Hercules barked. “I want to see you come all over your pretty chest while I come down your throat.”

Angelos moaned around Hercules’s dick; the vibrations sent another shockwave of heat through his body. He started fucking Angelos’s throat without remorse, watching in open-mouthed awe and lust as Angelos took it eagerly. There were tears streaking down Angelos’s cheek. Hercules used his free hand to wipe them away, cupping Angelos’s jaw in a contradictory tender moment to how feral his thrusts were.

Hercules’s gaze dropped as he watched Angelos fuck his fist, the entire sight threatening to drive him over the edge. If he wasn’t already sitting, he would’ve collapsed with the intensity of pure heat running through his veins.

It was like nothing he had experienced before—and Hercules had a lot of experience with adrenaline and desire.

Angelos’s eyes were half-closed, moaning around Hercules. He pulled off Hercules’s cock with an obscene popping sound, and before Hercules could react, he flattened his tongue against the underside of Hercules’s cock and licked a hot stripe up to the tip. Angelos flicked his tongue over the head, and Hercules let out a sharp shout.

“All the way,” Hercules grunted, and Angelos shivered in response, deep-throating Hercules on command again. His nose was buried in the dark mess of curls at the base of Hercules’s dick, and Angelos whined again, signaling he was close. Hercules picked up his thrusts and abandoned whatever control he had left, fucking Angelos’s mouth with an animalistic tendency that he hardly let out of its cage.

It was always there, had always been a part of Hercules, but he kept it on a short leash. Now, with Angelos sitting between his legs, with his golden hair and pink lips, touching himself with such an intensity, it looked like it almost hurt, Hercules let go.

In that blissful moment, there was a sense of surrender between them, and the lines of control and submission blurred and shattered. There was only the scent of sweat and musk and the wet, slick noises of skin on skin.

“Come for me,” Hercules encouraged, sounding out of breath. “I want to see that gorgeous body of yours covered in your own mess.” Angelos moaned, his entire body tensed up, and in a second, he was exploding all over his own chest and hands.

Hercules thrust himself forward one final time, cupping the back of Angelos head as he started coming down Angelos’s throat. He let out a massive roar, and one hand flew to the thin wooden frame of the cot, shattering the wood as he gripped it. Angelos drank him down eagerly, swallowing everything that Hercules had to offer him like it was in tribute to the gods.

“Fuck, fuck, easy,” Hercules panted. They were both shaking with aftershocks, trying to come down from such an immense high. Hercules gently pulled Angelos off him, watching as the last of his release dripped down Angelos’s chin.

Hercules patted the cot next to him wordlessly, indicating for Angelos to climb up and sit closer. Angelos shook his head, slumping against Hercules’s leg and leaning against Hercules’s thigh and nuzzling it. Hercules’s body tried to rally at the sight of Angelos sated and covered in come, choosing to stay nestled between his legs.

An intense wave of satisfaction ran through Hercules, followed by an even stronger desire to protect Angelos.

Stop it, Hercules chided himself, leaning his head back against the wall with a long sigh. He knew he’d feel differently once the adrenaline wore off. It wasn’t long before Hercules fell asleep, half-lying on the cot and running his hands through Angelos’s hair.

When he woke up, Angelos was gone.

4

Hercules brushed off the prickly sting of rejection as he looked around the empty room. He only intended to spend one night with Angelos, so he wasn’t sure why he was surprised.

You’re only annoyed someone beat you at your own game.

Hercules grumbled a lame excuse to himself and stood up, adjusting his chiton. Judging by the dim light outside, it was time for him to visit Eumolpos. He stopped on his way out, intending to pay for the room he’d unexpectedly stayed in, but was surprised to find that Angelos had paid the bill in full before leaving.

“Curious,” Hercules mumbled under his breath. He kept his expression neutral as he nodded towards the tavern owner and hiked his pack further up his shoulder.

“Shall I save another room for you tonight?” The owner asked, and Hercules only stared at him with a raised brow. “In case Eumolpos won’t see you today. It’s common, you know, for him to deny pilgrims for a few days first. It tests their mettle.”

“He’ll see me,” Hercules grunted and turned around sharply, disappearing down the dirt road before the owner could respond.

The walk towards the temple was quiet. It was hidden in a cave system, far out of view from prying eyes or passers-by. Hercules let his mind wander as he moved on autopilot, one of the few freedoms that he allowed himself. The wind called out to him from between the branches of the fir trees, as if enticing him to stray from the path. The road became rougher as he got closer to the cave’s entrance, the smooth dirt becoming mottled with sharp stones and fragments of marble. They had tried to construct the road to Eumolpos once, but an earthquake shook the ground and dislodged the tiles.

Hercules nearly slipped on a rock fragment and cursed. Eumolpos said this path couldn’t be paved with stones.

Hercules approached the temple’s entrance, and everything grew still. The first light of dawn was appearing through the trees, which meant other pilgrims would be arriving soon. A simple herm indicated the entrance to the cave alongside a fire pit. Even here, the face of Hermes led to the Underworld. Hercules pushed back a sudden wave of anxiousness and stepped inside.

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