“I will have you as the other gods take theirlovers,” he promised feverishly with Antero’s desires around himbut not on him, notinhim. “I will come to you as arainstorm, as an animal with the strength of a bull, as a songslipping inside you. Whatever you want. Antero, please. But youmust take me too. I know I’m not experienced, but I’ll learn.”
“Because I will teach you.” Antero’s voice washeady with thwarted need and desire for yet more of Melis’ seed inhis mouth. The curl of his tongue had felt so good Melis thrust upat the memory. Antero easily pushed him back down. “Close your eyesand keep them closed. Experience this as I do, beloved.”
Melis shivered but obeyed. He was a god, but nofool. “I’ve shut them.”
“Think of whatever you can that is not yourbody,” Antero further instructed, lifting one of Melis’ legs, thenpausing to kiss his knee. “You held off better this time, but nowyou must fight it as long as you can. Until it hurts. Until youcan’t be still and your voice is hoarse from calling for me.”
“Delaying makes the pleasure greater.” Melisremembered, but in truth, he was already struggling to keep stillfrom the night air on his spent, wet cock, and Antero’s handspushing his legs apart. Antero smoothed some of Melis’ trembling bymassaging tense muscles and bending a few times to press a quickkiss to his lower stomach. Each quick kiss was followed by a softerkiss of apology, as if he’d felt Melis startle. Again and again, hedid that, until finally Melis was pliant beneath him and each warmpress of his mouth soothed Melis and left him sighing.
Warm, oiled fingers over Melis’ hip came next.Melis gasped but kept his eyes shut, turning his head to the side,toward the window and the moon. Melis would have been bathed insilver too if Antero could have seen him, though he didn’t know ifAntero would find that beautiful.
The oil was thick, the kind to drip down andsoak into the bedding, the kind to make Antero’s hands slip easilyalong Melis’ thighs. Antero stopped to rub more into his palms, asound to make Melis tense again but now with anguished delight;those palms would be on him soon.
“This is all you require of me?” he askedwithout air in his lungs, his knees bent and the space between themfilled by his human husband.
“Not all,” Antero promised, and then put oneslick finger to the furl of Melis’ entrance to tease him.
Or not to tease, to prepare, but it felt muchthe same. Melis rolled up into the touch and the life-giving glowof desire and approval from above him. Antero did not stop, noteven when Melis lifted his hips and slid a hand down to his cock onhis stomach. He merely pushed Melis back down as if expecting hishusband’s obedience—and got it, though Melis had to bite his lipand clutch the sheets.
“Yes, then?” Antero asked, not without smugness.“You like this and wish to continue?”
Melis squirmed for Antero’s obvious pleasure inmaking him respond, and then again for his obvious pleasure atMelis’ squirming. His cock began to plump again. He didn’t allowhimself a single stroke, but strummed his fingers over the shaft.“I delight you.” Melis squirmed this time solely to bask inAntero’s pleasure. “Keep going. I will take you like a properhusband.”
Antero growled then cut off the sound. He pulledone of Melis’ knees over his shoulder and said, “Deep breath,little god,” before pushing his oil-slick finger inside.
Melis barely remembered that hewasagod, head back as he gasped and allowed Antero to enter him. Thepleasure was inside him now too, already close to overwhelming. Helistened desperately to the wind, to wishes and desires from acrossthe sea and within this cliff-top city, and tales of woe both realand imagined, and even with those in his mind, couldn’t help butalso notice there were no desires in this room except the need tofeel more, to be closer, to peak and peak again.
“Antero,” he began to whine after he had beenopened by two fingers, or perhaps after the third. “Antero, my bodywill be what I like,dowhat I like. You won’t hurt me.Antero, please.”
“But I enjoy this, as you must know,” Anterotold him, as if his need wasn’t forefront of his thoughts:Takehim as a husband. My mewling innocent, thighs open and slick, bodyready, his heart beating so loud even I can hear it.If Ican’t have this again, I must take this time now.
“Antero,” Melis rasped, tossing his headrestlessly. His tone was plaintive, perhaps evenmewling, ahumiliation, but one that Antero liked, so Melis found he liked ittoo. He was Antero’s god; he could whine and squirm and whimper forhim. “Please don’t make me wait. I can receive you. I am ready.Please.”
Antero was suddenly over him, arms on eitherside, the breadth of his body between his legs. He waited untilMelis turned to him, breathing hard, then kissed him as Melisstretched up to do the same. He settled his weight onto Melisslowly, gentling his kisses until Melis got his arms around him.Then he pulled back as if trying to peer into Melis’ eyes andexhaling roughly when he couldn’t.
When Melis stroked the side of his face, hishappiness flared bright once again.
“Love,” Melis wrapped his legs around Antero’swaist and put his lips to his jaw, caught in this dream, “Love,don’t make me wait.”
It didn’t hurt, though whether that was from hishusband’s careful attentions or Melis’ desire to receive his cock,Melis didn’t know, or care. Hands fit to his hips, to his thigh.Antero’s worry for his discomfort only a small fraction ofeverything else within his heart as he pushed inside. Their bloodwas the same, their breath. Antero froze above him, panting as hewaited for a sign that Melis enjoyed this.Please, his heartsaid as it beat within Melis, as if Melis didn’t exist to take himlike this. Melis was little and Antero was large, intensely so, orso it felt now, but the fit was tight, good. Perfect.
Melis realized he had a hand in Antero’s curls.Antero was tense all over, muscles shivering the longer he wasstill. So Melis exhaled and thought of all those gentle, soothingkisses to his stomach until his body remembered anticipation andnot worry. Then he rolled his hips as he’d been taught. Hisstartled moan as he took Antero deeper was all it seemed to take toconvince Antero to have him properly at last.
Melis tried to notice the wind, to distracthimself with prayers of the broken-hearted, of the lonely, but whatwere those to Antero’s cock and his heartbeat and his mouth, or themuscles of his back beneath Melis’ hands? His pleasure, theirpleasure, mingling.Tight, Antero thought, spearing Melis onhis cock and reveling in the hungry, pleading noises that were allMelis managed.Tight, but I will ruin him. He will want onlyme.
Antero thought that idea futile, wistful, evenwith lust flaring brighter and brighter through his veins. Melis’need was growing too, building until not even turning his face tothe window and the cool sea air could keep pleasure from rising inhim.
He dragged his hands over Antero’s skin, clawingto keep him near, close,deep, barely able to match histhrusts. His thighs shook. His skin itched with sweat, strange andsweet. They were as close together as two souls could be, yetAntero could not sense desires so Melis opened his mouth to speakthem, panting hot against the side of Antero’s throat with hisdivine voice.“My priest. My favorite. My husband.Mine.”
“Your wings.” Antero’s voice was barely morethan a growl, his hands briefly bruising and wonderfully tight.“For this, I’d have you as you are.”
Fast as the trained warrior he was, he kneeledup and flipped them so he was sprawled on his back and Melis wasgasping atop him. “Take,” he instructed with heat, one hand onMelis’ thigh, the other at his hip. “As a husband, but as a god.Receive me and move as I showed you. Take your pleasure.”
It would also be Antero’s pleasure. The feelingswithin him were clear. His voice was rough. His cock remained hardand slick with oil.
Melis unfurled his wings and snapped them out totheir full width, then tipped his head up to watch Antero’s eyesflutter closed. Melis flushed hot to be displayed like this foronly the moon and not Antero, so he whined for Antero instead as heguided Antero’s cock back inside him—a shocking thing, to have thatsort of power. All gods should know humbling embarrassment overslippery fingers, and then torturous, exquisite pleasure to acceptanother inside of them.
Antero’s cock had not changed but astride himlike this, every single movement, every flutter of muscle withinMelis reminded him that he was filled, and it was delicious and itwas a torment. Antero was flat beneath him, waiting, holding hishands lightly over Melis’ hips but not directing him.
