underworldprince | for paintednoble

"Seems unlikely," He chuckled, biting his lip as Nickov brushed kisses across his jaw. His smile widened as Nickov pushed into his hand and against his body. Zagreus could feel how big he was.

A quiet noise of surprise escaped him as he's lifted and he hooked a leg around Nickov to help steady himself.

"The grass?" He exhaled, face flushing faintly, "Sure, if you think that'd be easier- better."

Nickov carried him to the shore and laid him down, laying atop him, kissing him again as a hand rested upon his chest. "I'm not much of a swimmer." he said, the slippery rocks beneath the surface uncomfortable on his clawed feet and would be impossible to grip well enough.

He swung a long leg over Zagreus's hip and sat in his lap, bumping his cock against his own, rocking his hips slowly as they kissed.

"Mmm..." he moaned, moving from his lips to his throat, tongue sliding over his pulse point.

He paused and stopped, looking him in his duel colored eyes.

"Zagreus???" he said, a sudden revelation to the name. "You're Hades's son?!"

Shifting, Zagreus did his best to help haul himself up onto the grassy banks of the small pond so Nickov wasn't left to do all the heavy lifting. He pushed himself backward once on dry ground, laying back and guiding Nickov on top of him. He'd been vaguely aware of their difference in height while in the water but he now felt acutely aware of how much bigger Nickov was as he settled on top of him.

Tilting his head back, he echoed Nickov's moan with a deep groan of his own, his fingers tangling into Nickov's hair as he rocked his hips up to grind against him.

"Hm? Yeah," He offered Nickov a faint smile meant to be reassuring, "That's not a problem, is it?"

As he waited for an answer, he couldn't help but let his hand wander, once again reaching between them to palm Nickov.

"N-No...I guess not..." he said, blushing deeply again and groaning as his hand engulfed his swollen length.

The son of Hades wanted to be with him?

It was...even more flattering.

His tail gave a pleased sway behind him in the grass and he smiled with a small laugh. "Explains all the activity of late down here-" then his eyes narrowed and he smirked, "I'm not going to get in trouble with your father will I?" he asked, clawed fingers teasing along his sternum, his white hair falling about his shoulders as he leaned in again.

Zagreus shook his head then reconsidered.

"Well. Maybe. But only for not killing me. Not for this. Perhaps you could hold off on that until after we're done though, hm?" His tone was dry, almost, maybe joking... maybe. Part of it was undoubtedly true. His father was trying to kill him, or pay the shades in the underworld to kill him.

"Promise me something though, will you Nickov?" He threaded his fingers through Nickov's hair, demanding his attention, "No more talk of my father from here out, alright?"

He couldn't think of anything that would be more of a boner killer.

For not killing him?! That wasn't helpful!

He opened his mouth to argue, but the hand in his hair and the quiet of the man's voice spoke much. He'd been through a lot. He wanted a few moments to rest and not think of his journey, or those involved.

He took a long deep breath, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch, resting his head upon the man's chest a moment, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of him beneath.

Nickov rose his head again and nodded. "Promise" he smiled softly, then leaned down to kiss him again, to distract the both of them from thoughts of the lord of the dead.

His own fingers buried in Zagreus's hair and he moaned as he engulfed both their cocks in one hand to stroke together. His mind slowly returning to that hazy state.

"Thank you," He breathed the words, obviously relieved, the tension practically visibly leaving him. Maybe he needed this little distraction a lot more than he'd realized.

His hand in Nickov's hair relaxed as well as he let his eyes slip closed, parting his lips into the kiss welcomingly. His lips parted further, muffling his moan, when Nickov wrapped his hand around them both, cocks pressed together as he stroked them. Groaning, he rocked his hips up, fingers curling and kneading into Nickov's thighs as he let the pleasure wash over him.

Hades forgotten in a matter of moments, Nickov's focus centered on Zagreus.

He slid his tongue against the man's own, stroking their lengths together, slowly, getting them both good and hard. he broke the kiss to press one against the man's jaw, then his throat. Out of the water, he could smell the man better, the heat of him, the strength and scent of him beneath him.

He paused and laughed with a snort, "Need oil..." he sighed and sat back on Zagreus's thighs, giving the other a good look at the bigger male's junk pressed against his own. the sheath had pulled back to reveal his length entirely, humanoid, with a slight bulge at the base, indicating a possible knot.

He got his legs under himself and he stood, brushing his tail against the other's stomach and chest flirtatiously. "Come, my cabin is deeper in." he teased, holding out his hand to help him up.

Zagreus parted his lips further, tongue sliding against Nickov's. He made a quiet noise of protest when Nickov pulls away, only to bury his hand back into the long white hair and groan loudly at the attention to his throat.

He stilled for a moment, not quite wanting to accept that they needed to move again but he couldn't lie here with his eyes closed forever and hope the problem would solve itself.

"Yes, I suppose you're right," He agreed lazily, not moving yet, content to simply lay there for a moment with Nickov's cock resting against his abdomen beside his own. But then he was getting up and Zagreus had no choice but give in, accepting the hand up, "What? Not going to carry me there?"

He chuckled but split off from Nickov to retrieve his clothing and spear. He definitely didn't need those wandering off. Tossing his clothing over his shoulder, he quickly caught back up and fell into step beside Nickov, each footfall sending little sparking embers that immediately faded upon hitting the ground.

"You have oil? If not I may have something we could use,"

Nickov waited, tail curling and uncurling behind him in anticipation, watching Zagreus's cock swing about as he walked.

"I do, but what do you have?" he asked, curious as they walked down a fairly worn path from the spring into the woodland he'd come to call home.

It wasn't a long walk, and soon they came upon a nicely built cabin. The place had been here before he arrived and had some odd personal items within it, suggesting it wasn't built originally for him but someone had come before him. His now as they had not returned and he'd been here for a while now.

Bed, couch, kitchen, with a ceiling high enough for even him. Simple but cleanly kept, with herbs tied and drying in the window and wood cut and stacked outside.

They went in and Nickov tugged Zagreus along towards the bed, sitting down, bringing him level with his chest to kiss and toy with the man's nipples.

Zagreus smiled slyly at the question.

"Do you know what nectar is?" The question was slightly rhetorical and Zagreus didn't wait for an answer, fishing inside his bag to pull out a spherical glass jar containing a golden liquid. The stuff was a valuable commodity in the Underworld, considered a delicacy. It tasted like pure sunshine.

"It, uh, works well for the purpose we are thinking of," He said with a faint flush, making it obvious he was speaking from experience. He couldn't say for sure, but Zagreus suspected the stuff had some kind of natural aphrodisiac.

Zagreus was quick to drop his clothes and set his spear down to rest against the wall, bottle of nectar still in hand.

He smirked as Nickov guided him toward the bed, biting his lip at the teasing before slowly moving forward to kneel on the bed straddling Nickov's lap. He let the bottle drop onto the blankets as he loosely draped his arms around Nickov's shoulders, leaning forward to kiss him again.

"I've heard of it but I do not know what it does, or really is exactly" he said, cocking his head, ears perking up when a very pretty bottle full of the stuff was produced. Looked a lot like honey though not as viscous.

He leaned into the kiss happily, sliding his hands up the other's strong chest and to his back, trying not to dig his claws into him, though the light scratch of them could be felt.

"Sounds far more delicious than the oil I've got" he chuckled against Zagreus's lips, kissing his jaw and then dropping his gaze to his cock. One hand slid around his hip and then took his swollen length in hand, stroking him a bit. "Want to get right to it or would you rather I use my mouth on you first?" he purred, tongue swiping over a nipple, his tail caressing a fine buttock behind him.

"Mm, try for yourself," Zagreus offered. He reached for the bottle he'd just discarded onto the bed, using the opportunity to roll his hips forward against Nickov's with a soft sigh. He snagged the bottle and pops it open.

Biting his lip, he poured a small amount onto his chest just above his nipple, the liquid dripping slowly over his skin, leaving a faint golden-tinged trail. It's certainly less viscous than honey but has more thickness to it than water or wine. There's no stickiness to it either despite its name and sweetness, just a delicious slickness that seems to coat anything it touches.

"What do I want?" He raised an eyebrow, lips curled into a thoughtful smirk, "If I'm honest, it would be nice to take the edge off first. And take our time for the next round."

Nickov gave an experimental lick to the man's nectar covered nip.

It was...probably the best thing he'd tasted in years.

He eagerly lapped up what he could, moaning and giving the man's tit a suckle and lick again, bluntly scraping his teeth over his skin.

He leaned in and kissed Zagreus, burying a hand in his hair. He tasted pretty good too.

"Blow job it is" he smirked against his lips, showing a bit of pointed tooth. "Get up a moment, let me kneel." he instructed, giving Zagreus' ass another squeeze before letting go.

Zagreus sighs softly, leaning forward to press into Nickov's mouth, threading his fingers into his hair to guide him closer, nipple pebbling from the attention. He groans again as Nickov pulls him into a kiss, tasting him and the nectar on his tongue. The taste is intoxicating.

He bit his lip, the tips of his ears turning just the faintest bit red as he realized he hadn't really been clear enough.

"I..." He chuckled sheepishly, "I meant, take the edge off by, um, just getting right to it. Sorry, I realize that wasn't very clear."

Nickov paused, then shrugged, "If you say so." he said, fine with that. Maybe he'd play with him later. But for now if cock he wanted, Nickov would oblige.

He kissed him again, "How do you want to be taken? Like this? Or on your back, or maybe from behind? I'm flexible." he purred, clawed fingers teasing over Zagreus' belly, right above where the tip of his cock reached.

He licked Zagreus's bottom lip then suckled his throat as he awaited his answer.

"Later. I promise," He said with a soft smile. He felt too worked up to be teased any longer, curious and wanting.

"How? I... I've really no preference, Nickov. However you'd like me. Should I get on the bed?" That seemed like a good place to start though he's reluctant to move away from Nickov, once again leaning into his touch, the light scratches sending pleasant shivers running across his skin.

Tilting his head back, he groaned hungrily at the attention.

"You're not making it easy to think," He chuckled, rolling his hips forward to grind them together.

It took all of his willpower to shift onto one knee and slide off Nickov's lap, laying back on the bed, pulling Nickov down with him, on top of him, just as they'd been by the water.

Nickov smiled against his skin, keeping up the teases regardless, just as much wanting to hear Zagreus moan as he wanted to taste him.

At the shift, he allowed the man to get off and roll over, following without resistance to lay atop of him. The blue creature above him was warm, his skin tough, hard to break, but smooth, good for a creature for the desert, retaining as much as water within as possible. Lightweight, probably no heavier than Zagreus despite his size and extra limb. Quick runner. Not built to stand and hold his ground.

He kissed him for a bit more, rocking his hips, letting his cock rub against the demi-god's own.

Nickov moaned, cupping his face as he pressed his tongue against his own.

Moaning, Zagreus parted his lips and pressed up into the kiss. He slipped his hand between them, stroking first Nickov and then himself as he rocked his hips up wantonly.

Slipping his hand away, he reached for the nectar, pouring some onto his palm before stroking him again. The liquid was slick and messy between them. He stroked his hand up along the shaft of Nickov's cock, squeezing gently before rubbing the pad of his thumb over the sensitive head and slit, nectar mixing with precum.

Zagreus arched off the bed slightly as he sucked on Nickov's tongue with another groan.

He could smell the nectar, it was almost intoxicating as Zagreus slicked up his cock. Sweetness and sunshine, idly he wondered where it came from in a place of darkness and death.

Nickov moaned against the other's mouth and then broke off to push himself to sit up.

He took up the bottle and poured a little into his hand, moving to settle between the man's legs he dipped a hand down between them and pressed a nectar-covered finger inside him to begin opening him up. He was quick about it, but careful, not wanting to curl a finger and dig a claw up into him.

For the briefest of moments, Zagreus thoughts move to Nickov's blankets, all the things that are about to be covered in the nectar, but the thought was soon forgotten as Nickov pushed a finger into him. Zagreus gasped softly, heels pushing into the mattress so he could push his hips up, practically fucking himself on Nickov's slicked finger.

Closing his eyes, he relaxed to sink down onto Nickov further as he stroked his cock slowly when he remembered to. He wasn't meaning to edge Nickov but he'd give him intense attention, squeezing and teasing and building up speed, but then get distracted with his own pleasure, his hand stilling for a few moments until he was reminded that he should be moving his hand.

"I can take a second," He panted softly, his own cock straining for more, leaking onto his abdomen.

Blankets can be washed, Nickov might not though for some time to keep Zagreus's delightful scent and help think of him for the very lonely nights to come.

Nickov soon pulled Zagreus' hand off him, not wanting to come too quickly, also wanting to focus on getting him stretched soon as possible.

He didn't hesitate in adding finger number two, pushing inside that wonderful heat and scissoring him open. His free hand caressed over that broad pale chest, pinching a nipple and leaning down to kiss and bluntly nip the skin.

Zagreus let him guide his hand away, sliding it to down to Nickov's other hand as he lifted his hips off the mattress. His fingers brushed over Nickov's hand, trying to push his fingers deeper into him.

The stretch of Nickov's scissoring fingers made him groan softly, head lolling back as he pushed his hand through his hair, shutting his eyes to focus solely on how Nickov's fingers feel inside him, his teeth against his skin.

"I'm ready, Nickov mate. I can take it. Want you," He breathed.

The other's insistence he was ready had him pause in concern, after all he was more largely built than Zagreus and he'd only just started to open him up. But he trusted the other knew his own body, and he nodded, withdrawing his fingers and sitting up, taking up the nectar again and pouring a bit into his palm, slicking up his twitching length without further ado.

Setting the bottle aside, he guided his cock to Zagreus's hole and pressed inside.

He groaned his name, inching in, slowly, letting him get accustomed to the spread. Halfway in though he stopped, and pulled out to add a bit more nectar. He eased back inside, the stretch a bit more smooth, he could press up to the hilt, his sheath kissing the other's rim.

"Zagreus..." he moaned, the man's tight heat squeezing him wonderfully.

Nickov paused and seemed to mull over whether or not to actually listen to him. Zagreus bit his lip but it slipped out from between his teeth as he smirks, softly huffing a breathy chuckle.

He moved his hand to the sheets when Nickov slipped his fingers out of him, mismatched eyes trained on what Nickov was doing with a heated, steady gaze.

He couldn't help but tense for a beat when he first felt the head of Nickov's cock pressed against him. Exhaling softly, he screwed his eyes shut as Nickov pushes into him, swallowing back a groan as his fist twists a handful of blanket. Feeling Nickov ease back before he really felt full drew a loud groan from Zagreus. He opened his eyes, giving him a searching look. Ah, more nectar. He reminded himself to be patient.

The stretch felt good, a deep ache as Nickov pressed forward again. He loved that each time he inhaled it felt close, so close, to being too much.

"Fffa..." He couldn't manage much more than that for a moment, somewhere between relaxing around Nickov and wanting to start moving, "Nickov."

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