Page 57 of The Death God
Thanatos didn’t reply, and Gregory was back to pushing in more carefully again. When a huff of frustration filled the space between them, Gregory nipped at his ear again and rolled his hips, rubbed his hard cock against Thanatos’ skin. Gods, he wanted inside him, but this would have to do.
Thanatos twitched and moaned, rode his fingers with more desperation, and sent Gregory a pleading look.
“What do you need, love?” His voice had gone deep and raspy.
Thanatos gave a shaky laugh. “Still want to fuck me?” The words were a little choppy.
“You know I do, but this is fine. I was only trying to demonstrate the why.”
“Will you then? Demonstrate the why.” Thanatos wrapped his leg around Gregory.
“It’ll be a short affair if I do. You’re wrecking my control.”
“Short is good.”
Gregory shook his head but kissed him before speaking. “Short is not good, love. But I can show you the difference another day.”
He pulled his fingers out and studied Thanatos. “Are you sure?”
“The longer you take, the less sure I get.”
Snorting, Gregory got free of the leg curled around him, climbed over Thanatos, and gathered him in his arms, his back to Gregory’s chest. “Okay like this?” He had no idea what was triggering for Thanatos.
“Yeah.” He sounded a little shaky, so Gregory figured it was best to get things moving. He slid down a fraction to get the angle right and pressed the head of his cock against Thanatos’ entrance. He didn’t push. Instead, he kissed his way over his shoulder, making him squirm. That was good, squirming was good.
He fisted Thanatos’ cock, and as he moved to pump into Gregory’s hand, he met his motions and pushed in a fraction. The tightness surrounding him had him cursing. Thanatos froze and Gregory pumped his cock again, not wanting him to think too much.
A sound left him, then Thanatos’ fingertips were digging into Gregory’s arm. He pushed in further but kept his thrusts slow and shallow. Then he nipped Thanatos’ shoulder. “Stop is stop, and no is still no.”
Thanatos made a sound deep in his throat and pushed against Gregory. Hissing, Gregory took it as an invitation. He thrust deeper, corrected his angle, and thrust again. When Thanatos gave a soundless cry and curled his fingers in the sheets, he gave himself a mental high five, because he was awesome like that, and got moving.
He made sure to read every cue and meet every motion, while he did his best to keep a lid on his own desire. It was a losing battle. Every time Thanatos moved, sparks went off behind his eyes, heat was pooling, and shivers danced over his skin. He did what he could to push it away, focused on Thanatos, but as his moans grew louder, and his motions jerkier, Gregory closed his eyes and allowed himself to be swept up in the moment.
As he opened his eyes again, Thanatos tilted his face toward the ceiling. His eyes opened wide, and his mouth formed a silent o. His body clamped down on Gregory, and his cock twitched in his hold.
Gregory watched in rapture as Thanatos spilled over his abdomen and Gregory’s hand, then he too tipped over the edge. He thrust a few more times in uncoordinated motions, then he sucked on the spot on Thanatos’ throat where he would’ve bitten him if they’d been doing that kind of thing. God, how he wanted to.
Raspy breaths soon found a less frantic rhythm, and Gregory kissed every inch of Thanatos’ skin he could reach.
“Are you okay?” His whisper was low in the dark.
Thanatos nodded.
“Do you understand why?”
A snort.
Relief flooded Gregory, and he wrapped his arms around him and hugged him to his chest.
“It’s not the same, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“This was not what happened in the house of horrors.”
Gregory tightened his hold to the point where he believed he might be hurting Thanatos. “No. But it is the why of it.”
“I don’t think they have the same why.”
