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