Chapter 3

The water god comes closer, but he doesn’t

greet Hephaestus with a quenching kiss. Instead, he turns the

smith’s face from his and breathes into Hephaestus’s ear, a sound

like the distant call of the surf echoing in an abandoned shell.

“I’ve missed you,” he purrs, his weight welcome against

Hephaestus’s side.

Absently Hephaestus raises his arm around

Aean’s waist. Where it rests above Aean’s buttocks, he hears a

faint hiss as his fiery flesh cools along Aean’s watery skin. His

voice is gruff and sounds unused when he admits, “I was just

thinking of you.”

Aean’s hips grind into the smith, rubbing his

stiff cock against Hephaestus’s thigh. “I always know when you want

me.”

Hephaestus ducks his head, the heat in his

cheeks no longer caused by the fires burning nearby.

With a breathy snicker, Aean wraps his arms

around Hephaestus’s waist and plucks at the strings of his apron.

Hephaestus feels the tension in the material against his cock fall