[ The Warrior of Light does not bow, does not kneel before any lord. That is rather the point, to be a beacon, defiant. Like the Crystal Tower, like countless heroes, many of whom had shared the same soul, before, the Warrior is meant to stand alone, unshakeable.
But it is not the Warrior shaking before the makeshift throne in this luxuriant bath, who shows no defiance, only deference. It is not the Warrior who gazes up, beatific, as Hades presses fingers to his lips. It is only Viktor, staring with unhidden longing at the man who has his heart. Hades presses a thumb into his mouth, and Viktor does not just allow it, but eagerly welcomes his insistent fingers. Levin arcs up Viktor's spine as he shuts his eyes and closes his lips around a knuckle, sucking lightly while Hades condescends. He cannot answer, tongue caught as it is, and so he only hums in agreement.
Hades guides him close, says his name, and Viktor's ears twitch at the sound. So intoxicating still, hearing it on his lips. More intoxicating, to submit to one so dangerous and know he is entirely safe, loved. Viktor dredges the hand not already wrapped around a leg up from the water and flattens his palm against Hades's opposite thigh. After a beat, he exhales a harsh, hungry breath and noses closer, breathes in the smell of soap and salts and arousal, and then licks, slow, savoring the taste of skin from hilt to head, gaze ever pointed upward, watching for reaction. ]
Thank you, Emet-Selch. [ he murmurs, eking a bit more enjoyment out of their little game before brushing his lips against the tip of Hades's cock. There, he pauses, not meaning to tease, though it comes across that way anyway. He can sense Hades's nerves, the uncertainty - it would be hard not to ordinarily, but they buzz at the hem of their veil.
He swallows the urge to reassure, to promise that it is Hades he loves and wants. Now is not the time, not the place. And it is easier to set that feeling aside when his whole body aches with want. After, once they have settled into bed, he can - he will - bring it up. For now, though-
For now, he parts his lips, breathes a puff of hot air against skin, then leans in and takes the head of Hades's cock with a swirl of his tongue and the quiet, low sound of a deeply held hunger finally being satisfied. ]
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But it is not the Warrior shaking before the makeshift throne in this luxuriant bath, who shows no defiance, only deference. It is not the Warrior who gazes up, beatific, as Hades presses fingers to his lips. It is only Viktor, staring with unhidden longing at the man who has his heart. Hades presses a thumb into his mouth, and Viktor does not just allow it, but eagerly welcomes his insistent fingers. Levin arcs up Viktor's spine as he shuts his eyes and closes his lips around a knuckle, sucking lightly while Hades condescends. He cannot answer, tongue caught as it is, and so he only hums in agreement.
Hades guides him close, says his name, and Viktor's ears twitch at the sound. So intoxicating still, hearing it on his lips. More intoxicating, to submit to one so dangerous and know he is entirely safe, loved. Viktor dredges the hand not already wrapped around a leg up from the water and flattens his palm against Hades's opposite thigh. After a beat, he exhales a harsh, hungry breath and noses closer, breathes in the smell of soap and salts and arousal, and then licks, slow, savoring the taste of skin from hilt to head, gaze ever pointed upward, watching for reaction. ]
Thank you, Emet-Selch. [ he murmurs, eking a bit more enjoyment out of their little game before brushing his lips against the tip of Hades's cock. There, he pauses, not meaning to tease, though it comes across that way anyway. He can sense Hades's nerves, the uncertainty - it would be hard not to ordinarily, but they buzz at the hem of their veil.
He swallows the urge to reassure, to promise that it is Hades he loves and wants. Now is not the time, not the place. And it is easier to set that feeling aside when his whole body aches with want. After, once they have settled into bed, he can - he will - bring it up. For now, though-
For now, he parts his lips, breathes a puff of hot air against skin, then leans in and takes the head of Hades's cock with a swirl of his tongue and the quiet, low sound of a deeply held hunger finally being satisfied. ]