[ Dust and cobwebs, just as predicted. Smug delight paints Viktor's features bright, and before pleased laughter can escape him, Hades catches that smile with his own perfect mouth, muffling the sound. Warm, careful hands right their awkward angle as they slot together, and Viktor parts his lips, welcoming Hades in, wanting more.
If asked, Viktor would say, without pride or reservation, that he has been a prolific paramour. Aside from it being a fun diversion, and ignoring his penchant for catching fluttery feelings, physical intimacy had simply proven itself a useful tool for a young man who failed to fit in adequately anywhere. He has enjoyed, endured, initiated countless kisses in places both public and private. And right now, none of that matters.
There is only this: a kiss that is in no way just a kiss. Lips that erase impending obliteration, warmth that whites out every worry and ache. It is a moment without duty, without the Warrior's tithe. It is a realization, that were the world to end, were this to be his last kiss, just this would be enough, perfect, and were they to win, were he to have the opportunity for many, many more, each one would belong to Hades, to do with as he sees fit.
He breaks away only long enough to catch his breath. ]
You will live. [ murmured in the heartbeat's breadth that their mouths are parted.
Even that gap is too much, like a gasp of oxygen fed to a starving fire. Viktor tips his head, leans in and nuzzles the side of Hades's nose. He wants, needs more hotly than he has ever felt. Like he is half his age, again. In a way that makes him positively stupid. ]
We will live.
[ Viktor pushes forward, slings an arm around Hades's shoulders as he presses his lips to his mouth anew, water splashing as he climbs into his lap. The feel of Hades's cock against his thigh shakes a breath out of him, and he lets the fingers of his free hand dance over Hades's thigh. ]
I will stretch every second of new time we make so that I might spend it with you.
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If asked, Viktor would say, without pride or reservation, that he has been a prolific paramour. Aside from it being a fun diversion, and ignoring his penchant for catching fluttery feelings, physical intimacy had simply proven itself a useful tool for a young man who failed to fit in adequately anywhere. He has enjoyed, endured, initiated countless kisses in places both public and private. And right now, none of that matters.
There is only this: a kiss that is in no way just a kiss. Lips that erase impending obliteration, warmth that whites out every worry and ache. It is a moment without duty, without the Warrior's tithe. It is a realization, that were the world to end, were this to be his last kiss, just this would be enough, perfect, and were they to win, were he to have the opportunity for many, many more, each one would belong to Hades, to do with as he sees fit.
He breaks away only long enough to catch his breath. ]
You will live. [ murmured in the heartbeat's breadth that their mouths are parted.
Even that gap is too much, like a gasp of oxygen fed to a starving fire. Viktor tips his head, leans in and nuzzles the side of Hades's nose. He wants, needs more hotly than he has ever felt. Like he is half his age, again. In a way that makes him positively stupid. ]
We will live.
[ Viktor pushes forward, slings an arm around Hades's shoulders as he presses his lips to his mouth anew, water splashing as he climbs into his lap. The feel of Hades's cock against his thigh shakes a breath out of him, and he lets the fingers of his free hand dance over Hades's thigh. ]
I will stretch every second of new time we make so that I might spend it with you.