Chapter 4

“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