“Right here,” Aean murmurs, the word lost in
Hephaestus. “Take me here.”
His hand drifts down between them, glancing
over one stiff nipple before dipping lower to pet Hephaestus’s
furry stomach, lower, to grasp his length. As cool fingers close
around his shaft, Hephaestus growls deep in the back of his throat.
He can’t stop himself from thrusting into Aean’s hand, and his anus
clenches with desire. In another moment he’ll turn and sit down
himself, pinning his lover between his ass and the anvil as he
takes Aean’s cock into him.
But Aean has other plans. His hand grows
slick where it massages Hephaestus’s dick. Each stroke leaves
behind a thin film of water, like lubricant. He isa water
deity after all, no matter how minor a god he may be. He may not
harness the power of creation that fuels the fires in Hephaestus’s
forge, but he has other abilities denied mere mortals, among them
his dominion over water. Aean’s hand warms around Hephaestus’s cock