Page 55 of The Death God
Gregory chuckled and captured his lips in a rough kiss. When he lowered his body atop Thanatos’, he realized he was naked.
“Where did your underwear go?”
“Strangest thing, they melted away.”
Thanatos huffed only to suck in a breath when Gregory rolled his hips and rubbed their lengths together. His voice sounded strained when he spoke next. “Do you want me to put them back on?”
Shaking his head, he curled a leg around Gregory’s hip. He didn’t know if he was allowed to, but since he didn’t react in any other way than to gently thrust against him, he believed it was okay.
Gregory ran his hands up his torso, then tugged off the T-shirt, and threw it on the floor.
“So…” Gregory rolled his hips again, and Thanatos dug his fingers into his shoulder.
“So?”
Gregory caught his lower lip between his own and swiped his tongue over it before letting go. “You don’t happen to bottom, do you?”
Thanatos tried to find his gaze in the dark, but it was impossible. “You want to fuck me?”
“I can come like this, or I can blow you and jerk off all over your body.” He bit his earlobe and spoke low into his ear. “But yeah, I would love to fuck you. Totally fine if you don’t want to, though.”
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Gregory should keep his stupid mouth shut, but it seemed delighted to disobey his brain. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Thanatos had been enjoying himself, and Gregory had too, but now tension was creeping in.
“Why?”
“Why? What do you mean why?” Gregory tried to keep the confusion out of his voice, but he didn’t think he was succeeding.
“It was nice what we were doing. Felt good.”
Gregory rolled his hips because there was no felt about it. They were still feeling good, he hoped. “Yes.”
He kissed Thanatos. Didn’t stop kissing him as he angled them a little to the side and pushed a hand between them to wrap around their cocks. Thanatos fed him a moan, which he greedily swallowed. This was how it was supposed to be, Thanatos moaning while digging his fingers into Gregory’s muscles as if he was afraid he’d let go. He’d never let go.
He worked their lengths, moaning a little himself when tingles skidded from the soles of his feet, up his legs, only to pool in his balls. He moved a little faster, squeezed a little harder as sparks went off in his mind, but then Thanatos tore his mouth away from his.
“Why?”
Stuttering to a halt, Gregory looked at him. He was flushed, his eyes filled with arousal, and it was the most gorgeous sight he’d ever seen. “Why what?”
“Why would you want to? I don’t get why people always want to. This feels good, that does not.”
“Oh, babe. It feels good too.”
“Maybe for you, but not when you’re the one bent over a—” The words came to a halting stop, and Gregory could tell he was losing him.
“Honey.” He bit his earlobe, none too gently, and Thanatos jumped only to hiss. Gregory soothed the bite with his tongue. “No one is bending anyone over here, and we’re not talking about the same thing.”
“You don’t want to shove your dick into me?”
Laughing was not the right reaction, but Gregory couldn’t help himself. “I do.” He sucked a little on the poor, abused earlobe. “Though not shove.” He rolled his hips. “I want to sink into you, nice and slow, want to hear you moan, beg for more.”
Thanatos snorted.
“You don’t believe me.”
“No.”
