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psl; thanatos. [ i've made a mistake ]

[ He shouldn't have done it. He knows that now. But Hera requested it and there were times where she was far more terrifying than Zeus. So, Hypnos had put him to sleep so that she could freely carry through with whatever revenge plan she had in mind (he hadn't asked a lot of details, he didn't need to know). And as soon as he had, he had taken to hiding behind Nyx, waiting for that moment where Zeus would strike out at him for what he had done. He had a small feeling that Zeus was waiting for that moment that Hypnos would separate himself from his mother and return to the poppy fields, which was one of his favorite locations. Part of him thought that if Zeus had truly wanted revenge, it would have happened already. The man as a brute and a literal force of nature.

And if he wanted to strike Hypnos, he was going to do it regardless as to where he was hiding himself.

It was an unavoidable consequence of his choice to do as Hera had requested.

But Zeus had managed to get him on one of his many journeys to be with mortals, engaging with them and assisting them with the goal of helping them obtain a peaceful night's sleep.

And that strike of lightning hit him at his very core. Every nerve was nearby was on fire, and all he recognized for those moments was pain. He's never felt anything like it in his life. He doubts he'll ever feel anything it again. He hopes he never feels anything like it again. The rest of his senses almost seemed to go numb, and the urge to sleep for days, weeks, months maybe hit him, too. Something he knows, something he loves, as if it would help him sleep away the worst of it.

It wasn't fading, either. He needed to get back to his favorite place - that cave of his. So that was where he brought himself. He'll stay here until he can regain enough sense to see others. ]

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[Thanatos straightens up and looks over his shoulder to his twin brother. Those words...

Hypnos has always been more able to express himself than Thanatos. Even when they were young, he could be more open about his emotions than the stoic god who would take up the mantle of Death Incarnate. But when had they grown so far apart? The space between them, full of gently swaying poppies, suddenly feels vast.]

Hypnos...

[He doesn't know what to say. He doesn't have the words or delicate comprehension of his own feelings.

His hair falls forwards as he looks down. It used to be longer, when they'd spend time here together. He could hide his occasional smiles and blushes when his brother teased him.

Thanatos doesn't smile anymore, and for the first time he wonders when he stopped.]

... Sit down. And chew these, they'll help with the pain.

[He walks over, offering out the poppy heads he'd plucked.]

I won't leave until I know you're all right, so don't worry.

[ He reaches forward, placing his hands on either side of Thanatos' head. He's certain that Thanatos doesn't fully understand how Hypnos is so free and easy with that he feels. But he isn't like that with just anyone, either. Thanatos is special - perhaps the only person who truly gets the full gamut of Hypnos' nature.

Because he's the only person who's really had a lifetime of learning and earning that. He's the only person who Hypnos trusts enough to share everything with, too. He hopes his mother doesn't know what had happened to him as a consequence of his actions. He can only imagine her chastising him for causing a ruckus with Olympians unnecessarily.

But he supposes, almost immediately, that it doesn't really matter if Thanatos is here with him. He goes upright, and tilts Thanatos' head forward so that he may place a soft kiss on top of his brother's head. ]

I know you won't.

[ Years apart and there's still that quickly, easily handed trust. He takes the poppy from his brother and settles himself back onto the ground. He pats the ground beside him as a sign that Thanatos should join him, before popping the poppy into his mouth. ]

We should come here more often --

[ It sounds like, in his tone, a sudden revelation, though it's not really. ]

[Thanatos hesitates, but joins his brother on the ground. He sits stiffly, unused to arranging himself in a position one might relax in, but he brushes his fingertips idly across the tops of a few nearby red poppies before casting his eyes upwards.

There's no sky here, despite the muted light cast over the field. Thanatos has never been entirely sure which part of the underworld this place is in, only that the Lethe flows her soft and silent way past the poppies just close enough to be heard as a distant rushing. Nothing ever sails past.

It's peaceful. It's always been peaceful here.]

... Mm. [He says, the syllable catching in his throat. It's not the first time Hypnos has suggested they spend more time together, but doesn't he know that Thanatos has work to do? Even now, while he sits here, there are souls waiting for him.

But his twin, the other half of him, is hurt and in pain and--...

The waiting souls can wait.

He reaches over and places his hand on top of Hypnos' slender, ashen-coloured fingers.]

[ It's not a yes, which from his brother - may as well be a no to Hypnos. And he takes it as such. Instead, he'll just enjoy his twin has sought him out and is taking care of him for now. Even though he knows in probably a short time he'll be about his work again.

He shifts turning his hand to take Thanatos' hand in his and he shifts, settling in so he can lean against his brother. It's nice being here. The quiet of the world surrounding him. The safety he feels near his brother. This place - it is almost as good as being outside to Hypnos - he thinks.

And despite telling himself he wouldn't push thinking it'd be nos. ]

Well, I'll be here more often, at least.

[ Not that he's ever been particularly hard to find. ]

[Hypnos leans against him, and Thanatos rests a little of his own weight back in turn. He lets his thoughts drift slightly, holding his brother's hand in the middle of the wide field of swaying poppies.]

Do you remember-- [He says, and the sound of his own voice almost makes him flinch as it breaks the silence.] How we used to spend our time here, together?

[Sometimes, Thanatos forgets. Sometimes he forgets the moment he had form and was standing beside his twin, before their mother, wearing the weight of a physical body that felt all too crushing and restrictive. He'd been angry about it. He'd complained. Slowly, his indignation had been tempered.

Hypnos had had a lot to do with that.

He tips his head, trying to catch his brother's eye.]

I haven't forgotten.

[ They're gods - built to take a form and perform a duty. One who's duty makes him not well loved, another who's looked at someone who is there always to help and give. But they are twins. It's almost as if - at one point - they were so wrapped up in the existence of one another that Nyx giving them form was like splitting a single being into two. He would be a part of Thanatos, and Thanatos would be a part of Hypnos. It was just the way that it would always be, and he knew it. ]

I don't forget a single moment here with you.

[ There's a soft exhale, and he brings their hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to Thanatos' knuckles, letting his lips linger there as his eyes fall shut for only a brief moment. ]

I always loved it here. I still do. It's always just... us. It's a place of our own. You're the only person I ever wanted to be with at all times.

[ He doesn't know if it's just the poppies that are easing the pain. It could be as simple as having Thanatos here. ]

I always just feel more like me with you.

[ Simple, soft - almost sappy - words are so easy with the two of them here. ]

[It's strange to hear Hypnos speak like that. Nothing he didn't know, of course... his twin has never been shy about his wish that they spend more time together, but he's never been so...

Thanatos looks down as that soft kiss is pressed to his palm. It sparks more memories; things he though he had forgotten about.

He brings his free hand up, timidly pushing it into Hypnos' hair. His palm cups gently against the other god's ear, his thumb brushing gently around the very top of it, and something in him gives way.]

We're twins. [And that answers it. They aren't complete when they're apart. It goes far beyond the simple shared blood of mortals.] And I'm here now. You have my full attention.

I -- know.

[ Does he? He sounds convinced. ]

Really.

[ He closes his eyes and dips his head down, shifting into Thanato's touch. He placed another kiss on his knuckles. Hypnos has always had an easy time expressing himself when he was around Thanatos. Like words and soft thoughts come easily and he can say them without hesitation. It's like Thanatos inspires him to say affectionate things. And he doesn't stop himself even with the ever-present fear of rejection. He shifts his other hand to settle on his twin's cheek, leans forward, and presses a soft light kiss to his brother's lips.

The feeling of that will linger in the back of Hypnos' mind for a millennia or more. He'll never forget the way he feels when he's close to Thanatos. That warm feeling in his chest of being loved unlike how he's loved by others. ]

[If there's one thing he would never do, it's reject Hypnos at a moment like this. At a time when he's not only wanted but needed.

He momentarily closes his eyes against that soft kiss. It's been a long time. A long time since the poppy field and spending hours lying together in the flowers. Since they had no shyness or hesitance at all about each others bodies and how they might make the other feel. Since--

Thanatos subtly presses three fingertips against the nape of Hypnos' neck. He pulls him in, kissing him harder, more deliberately.]

Is this what you want? [He murmurs then. So eager to please, as he always was back then.] I don't want to hurt you.

[ It's like every moment with limbs intertwined came back to him. The way that Thanatos presses in for more, the way the fingers feel against the nape of his neck. And despite the fact that it hurts a lot, he knows so well that Thanatos would never, not once, intentionally hurt him. And the touches feel nice, like his mind replaces that present pain with the joy he feels from the shared intimacy.

So when he asks, there's a small - almost teasing laugh. ]

Yes. I kissed you first, after all.

[ Why would he try to take something if he hadn't wanted it. He moves his hands, shifting away from gripping onto Thanatos and grasping Thanatos' face in his hands. He moves them, feeling the shorter strands of hair as he presses his forehead against his twin's. He remembers when his hair was longer. When he would tangle his fingers in it so freely. ]

I don't think you can hurt me.

[ That much is true. ]

I trust you.

... I know.

[He takes Hypnos' hands gently and draws them down off his face. There's an almost-smile on his lips, something that warms his expression in a subtle way, and with one hand on his twin's shoulder he eases him onto his back in the poppies.

Before he joins him, he quickly removes his pauldron and the heavy collar around his throat. They're left to one side, with only the metal holding his robe across his chest remaining for Hypnos to enjoy taking off. He couldn't deny his brother everything, after all.

But he'll kiss him first, parting his lips and tasting the light taste of poppy seeds.]

Put your hands anywhere you like. [He says, and with one hand he slides the skirt of Hypnos' robes up until it hitches above his knees.] Anything you want.

You're so careful.

[ Even as he is laid into the poppies. It's an admiration with Thanatos' handling of him. He supposes he doesn't need to point it out. His twin knows he's been recently hurt. He knows that he still hurts (he wonders, but doesn't ask - if Thanatos hurts still too).

Thanatos' hand feels amazing on him, though. That hand moving on his skin as gently and delicately as he has always been with Hypnos. It continues to bring back memories of them out here in the poppy fields. Not just when he was underneath his brother, but when they would lay side by side, holding hands in silence. He was always just happy to feel complete with him.

Thanatos needed to tell him because even if he may have knew, he also needed to hear it. He needed to hear that permission from him. His hands seek out any bare flesh, starting at his throat, light touches drag over his shoulders, then down to his chest.

It's like he's relearning. ]

Every inch of you again. I want every bit of you, Thanatos. I want you to make me remember what it was always like.

[ The more and more he focuses on that, the less and less he feels that periodic sting. ]

[Thanatos can still feel it. It's like a hot thread of pain from his shoulder down to his ankle on one side of his body, but it's a pain he can ignore.

He can ignore it for this.]

I can do that.

[Gently - still, so gently - he brushes his fingers through Hypnos' hair. He pauses on the soft, feathery curls sticking out at one side, then traces around the shell of his ear and down to his throat. There, he tips Hypnos' chin up carefully with the pad of his thumb and presses their lips together, parting them in invitation.

The hand beneath the other god's robes moves higher, until he finds the soft skin at the join of inner thigh to pelvis. There, he presses his thumb against the muscle and splays his fingers over his brother's hip.

He intends to take his time here and not only because Hypnos is injured, but because he wants to.]

Just tell me if something hurts...

I will.

[ He's certain nothing will because he trusts Thanatos. He knows nothing he does to him will hurt him - in fact, he has himself convinced it will help further dull that pain he's felt nonstop. He sucks in a quick breath when his hand settles on his hip. When he breathes again he smiles. It feels good. The gentle touch, the care. It's been a long time, he knows. A long time since he's looked up at his brother like this. There's a deep love and care there. He needs more of it, though.

More touch, more of Thanatos' skin, more of the way he tastes when they kiss. His lips part allowing the chance to explore again. He likes the slow way that they are feeling each other out. It feels safe.

His hands shift, moving at an angle necessary to feel the flesh hidden beneath the fabric at the top of his brother's own robes. He shudders out a breath. ]

Take it off.

Ah...

[He doesn't want to pull away, but he follows along with his brother's demand and sits up to unfasten the last clasps holding his robes up and lets the fabric fall down to his waist.

But 'take it off', he'd asked, so Thanatos doesn't leave it there. He loosens his belt and pulls it off, tossing it to one side. With that last support gone, the folds of the robe collapse completely and slide off him, pooling around his thighs and the backs of his knees. His hands fumble slightly as he pushes that aside as well, and he lets out a soft breath as the cool air of the grove hits his skin.]

And yours. [He says then, though he doesn't shift to allow Hypnos to move and remove his own robes. Instead he starts working on them himself, unfastening the belt around his brother's narrow waist.] Just let me take care of you...

[ He watches as those robes slide, almost elegantly, from Thanatos' shoulders off of his body. He lets out a pleased sigh because it's exactly what he had hoped for - flesh to touch. To explore and feel and relearn. He wants to find those parts of Thanatos that are sensitive all over again. While he's certain he could pull that information from his memory bank - there's an excitement in experiencing it this way. It's both new and familiar.

He's not surprised by his brother's words, either. He shifts his hand to start working on his own belt and robes, but has found Thanatos had a head-start on the process. So his attention shifts instead moves to his brother's chest. His fingers trace delicately over the freshly exposed skin. His own touch is quite gentle, though far from shy or cautious. ]

You are. [ He reassures. ] Don't worry. You won't hurt me.

[ He brings both hands up to Thanato's face, and tugs him in close. ]

All pain is dulled when you're near me. Even more so when you touch me. It's helping me.

[ It might be in his head, and he's okay with that. He feels good being with him. ]

So let's get rid of my robe, too.

[Touching his twin and being together with him like this is not only bringing forth memories he thought he had long forgotten, but sparking other things in him too. The anger from before at seeing Hypnos so badly hurt hadn't been able to penetrate the numb wall that Thanatos had put up so long ago, but these softer feelings work through it like vines and slowly break through to the other side.]

Right... [He murmurs, and he wastes no time at all in divesting Hypnos of all the fabric covering his body. With it gone, the full extent of the damage Zeus did is on full display, and rather than looking angry at it now Thanatos simply looks... distressed.

He hates it. He hates it, and he hates Zeus, but--

But that isn't what matters right now.

So rather than focus on that, he focuses on Hypnos instead. He cups the side of the other gods head and kisses him deeply and warmly, pulling his body firmly closer with his free arm.]

[ He feels some sense of relief when his clothes are removed - up until he gets that look. The one that tells him he's seeing the damage to his body now. There's a moment where Hypnos looks upset that his brother is seeing the consequences to his actions.

More than anyone, he knows that look on Thanatos. ]

Than --

[ A quiet plea that he manages to utter. It's - he doesn't like it, he doesn't want Thanatos to feel that way. And he knows that he can't do anything about the way his twin feels. If he can help him feel better and alleviate any of that concern, worry, and hate - he's going to try. For a moment, when Thanatos kisses him, it's like he forgets how to breathe, and he falls into it easily. One hand moves to the back of Thanatos' neck, near his hairline as his fingers move over those shaved short hairs at his hairline. It traces the feel of his brother's shoulder, his side, and his waist. There's an almost playful way about it when Hypnos fingers tease the bared flesh there.

There's instinct when his lips part this time. He's holding Thanatos close with no intention to let go. His back arches a little. He wants more touch, all of it that he can get. ]

Edited 2021-10-02 20:42 (UTC)

Ssh...

[When he looks up at Hypnos again that expression is gone, replaced by one of quiet and gentle fondness. It's hard to not feel fond when they're both stretched out bare in the poppy field, the air kissing their skin and nothing but the other to be concerned with.

He touches Hypnos' cheek gently and gives a small shake of his head.]

Don't worry about anything. [Thanatos tells him quietly.] Not a thing.

[He doesn't intend to allow Hypnos the free space in his mind for any concerns. Thanatos presses a trail of warm and open-mouthed kisses from his twin's jaw and down his neck, his collarbone, down his chest and stomach. He rubs the pads of his thumbs across the faintly protruding bones of Hypnos' hips before he kisses them too.]

Just relax. [And he holds those slim hips in place as he drops his head down and takes the head of his brother's cock in his mouth without warning.]

[ That fondness helps release the tension in Hypnos' body. To him, it says that Thanatos is here now, and only here. His mind isn't drifting towards the problem Hypnos had caused for himself. Even if it comes up later, it's good that right now he thinks only of the connection the two of them have here. Having Thanatos this close to him bare -- drives him to a pleased madness.

Thanatos has always been particularly beautiful to Hypnos, and he knows there's no way he's not biased. Others had to have noticed, and yet -- Thanatos is here by his own choice. He's strong and safe - and Hypnos knows what it's like to be in those arms of his. That comforting feeling of knowing how strong your brother is, and how willing he is to fight for you.

His fingers move, trace over those straight strands of hair that fall around his brother's face as he works his way down Hypnos' body, trailing those soft (teasing, Hypnos considers) kisses. He doesn't grip the strands, simply brushes and rush his fingers through them, simply enjoying the way they feel to his fingers.

And then Thanatos takes him into his mouth and there's the impulse to thrust himself into the wet warmth of his mouth. Thanatos will feel the shift and flex of his body under his fingers as Hypnos resists. It's effort for Hypnos to rebel against instinct, but he's considerate of his brother enough to do that.

He moans, though - completely unrestrained. There's no reason to hold back up here in the poppy fields. This place belongs to them alone, and Hypnos likes that. ]

Thanatos.

[ His voice is almost raspy as he says it. He takes deep breaths, and no additional words follow. It feels so good. Too good. Half-lidded eyes focus on Thanatos. ]

[He only hums softly in response to hearing his name, the vibrations of the sound running along the weight of Hypnos' cock on his tongue and down the length of it. At first he only sucks gently against the head, pressing his tongue up to the underside, then with an expertise never forgotten even for how long it had been since they had last been together he takes his brother's length to the back of his throat.

He resists an urge to cough, swallows once, then with his hands firmly pinning Hypnos' hips down he begins to slowly bob his head.

By the time they're done he wants Hypnos to have forgotten about everything except here and now, and he doesn't need the waters of the Lethe to make him forget.

A minute goes by, or perhaps it's several minutes, and Thanatos slowly draws back and releases Hypnos' cock from his mouth with an obscene 'pop'. He brushes his lips down the side of the saliva-slicked length and looks up, a clear lust now burning in his eyes and a light flush painting his cheeks.]

What would you wish of me, dearest brother? Would you like me to fuck you?

[ Being in the poppy fields - in a place uniquely theirs - Hypnos feels free. He lets out a pleased moan the moment that Thanatos' head starts to move on his cock. He was consumed by the wet heat of his brother's mouth. His strong hands kept Hypnos' impulses in check, and he didn't thrust his hips. It's for the best, he'd hate to choke his brother here in the fields. It'd probably discourage anything else from happening.

By the time Thanatos pulls off of his cock, he's panting. His face is flushed, still bright against the grey of his skin. He can see the color on Thanatos' face and is happy to be part of the cause of it. Those small things are the things one has to notice around Thanatos' more subtle nature.

The way that Thanatos said those words - it'd almost seem sweet to Hypnos, if not for what was actually said. Yes, this is what he wants. It's all he wants. He wants Thanatos to fuck him here in the poppies and make him forget every mistake he's made recently and replace those memories of his brother's finger tips.

There's an intensity he takes on when he answers, though it's brief when he speaks. ]

Fuck me, Thanatos. Here - in this place that belongs to only us. Make me say your name again and again, brother.

Edited 2021-10-14 20:51 (UTC)

Like it's the only word you know. [Thanatos murmurs softly against the smooth skin of his dear brother's stomach and then presses a kiss against it, closing his eyes for a moment.

It's... exciting, in a familiar way like a distant and almost entirely forgotten memory. Not the way he would have liked to have done this again, but then... perhaps he would have never done it again had this situation not come about. And that is a thought that sticks uncomfortably. Had he truly drawn away from his twin so much that this kind of intimacy was now nothing but a pale memory?

For now, he pushes those thoughts firmly aside.

He moves to kiss Hypnos again, fitting their mouths together with the faint taste of salt on his tongue, and he slides one hand firmly up the inside of the other's thigh to spread his legs.]

Relax, and hold on to me... [Thanatos murmurs, stealing Hypnos' next breath with a kiss as he pushes two darkness-slicked fingers inside him.

An easy trick. One he hasn't forgotten.]

[ It's better than he remembers, but it has been awhile, he thinks. And he knows part of it is the feeling of being reunited with part of himself. To be with the first person he had ever truly cared about the way he cares about Thanatos. Truly, the only person he cares for that way. Every touch feels is like a pleasant buzz through every inch of his body. Thanatos can just make him feel like this. And he considers for a moment, brief as it is, that no one else would feel the same way his brother does.

It doesn't take much effort for Thanatos to part his legs. He goes with the touch eagerly. He's happy to hand himself over to his brother like this.

It's been long enough that the intrusion into his body causes him to instinctively react. His muscles shift and contract, though he quickly makes himself relax around his brother's fingers. And once he wills his body to do that (quite easily, considering), he moans into Thanatos' mouth, parting his lips. His own hands move so his fingers brush over the hairline on Thanatos' neck, feeling those shorter hairs there with gentle fingers.

Thanatos is right, Hypnos is certain that this will drive him to forget all words but his brother's name. Though that's all he'll need for now. ]

[Thanatos doesn't need to be told what his brother likes. Much like he could feel the moment Zeus had struck him, he can also feel the good things. The soft, warm flushes of pleasure that aren't quite his own but feed into his own arousal regardless. He pauses until he feels his twin relax around the invasion of his fingers and then pushes them deeper, swallowing the gentle moan that passes between their lips.

His brother is beautiful in his way. Not in a traditional sense, no, but to Thanatos... he is beautiful. Every movement he makes, every sound, the way he shifts against those two fingers as they slide in and out of his willing body.]

I have you, Hypnos... [He murmurs between one kiss and the next, and his voice is so gentle that it could barely be called his. The fingers of his free hand thread warmly into soft white curls, the side of Hypnos' head cradled against his palm.

A third finger presses in alongside the first two and pushes in deep, curling slightly upwards.]

I love you.

[ He trusts Thanatos to make him feel good. Just being in his brother's presence makes him feel good. To Hypnos, Thanatos has always known what to touch and how to make him feel good when he does. He knows him better than anyone knows him, and that's just how Hypnos wants it. Because he doesn't think he'll ever love someone the way that he loves Thanatos. He chases those kisses, wanting more and more.

He moans when that third finger is added, and when those fingers curl, he has to fight to catch his breath, a surprised gasp escapes his lips. He's taking deep breaths, showing no restraint with the sounds that escape him. He's never been good at holding back, not that he'd want to right now anyway.

He wants Thanatos to know how he makes him feel. And as good as that felt, hearing his brother say those words - expressing his affection for him? It's all the better. Their family isn't known for affectionate words like this, but Hypnos needs to be told it sometimes. ]

I love you, Thanatos.

[ And he always will. He's always had an easy time saying it. He'll tell Thanatos at any chance, too. Even if those chances only come when they're in the their field. ]

I'm yours.

[ Just as Thanatos has him, Hypnos utters these words to tell Thanatos that he trusts him. That he's happy to hand himself over to his twin because he knows that he's always able to make him feel good. He already does feel good. ]

[Had it really been so long, he thinks, that Hypnos' body has forgotten his touch this thoroughly as to allow him to draw out such reactions? The moan that spills from his brother's lips shoots through him like the lightning strike that had brought him here, but with none of the searing pain. No, this is a soft, tingling heat that has his hips twitching lightly against the side of Hypnos' thigh.]

I know.

[In their earliest days they only ever had each other and even now, Hypnos is always the person who understands him best. Even though they might so often seem entirely opposed that remained true.

Thanatos... had missed this. This closeness. Feeling so entirely connected to his twin brother.]

I know you do. [And he's content to do this for as long as it's needed, sliding his fingers in deep while Hypnos' body quakes under him. While he gasps and moans under the attention being lavished on him. Thanatos captures his lips to swallow a few more of those sounds, still with his other hand buried in his hair - sometimes stroking through the white locks, sometimes gripping into them gently.] I'll do more when you're ready.

[ Any time Thanatos is close enough for him to, Hypnos chases after those kisses - or steals one for himself. He wants more and more of them. He wants to be selfish and have his brother all to himself. Being selfish doesn't come naturally to Hypnos with most things, though. He likes to take care of people and help them. But with Thanatos out here, it's easy to be. He moves his long fingers up, brushing through the strands of Thanato's hair, pushing aside (gently, though) any that may fall into his face.

There's a smile that settles in his features, soft and lazy. There's nothing but affection and adoration there, and it's all for this one person that makes him feel cared for and loved.

He settles a hand on his twin's cheek. ]

I'm ready.

[ He wants more. He wants it all - when doesn't he with his brother? ]

All right.

[He's still gentle with his twin, aware of his injuries and how they must still hurt despite how he's diverting the other god's attention. Wounds inflicted in mortal ways would do little against them but when it comes to being hurt by other gods... it's different. It's different, and Thanatos will not forgive Zeus for this.

Thanatos draws his hand free slowly, letting his fingers linger for a moment at the outer ring of muscle, then he settles himself between his twin brother's thighs. A firm grip on them pulls Hypnos up, raising his hips, and he slides his cock against the cleft of his ass before he presses the head against the other god's hole.]

Relax... [He says softly, gently, pushing past the initial resistance and sliding fully inside in one smooth and gradual motion. The way Hypnos opens up for him is enough to spark a hundred memories.] That's it...

[ Thanatos understands his body better than anyone. He knows what makes it tick. He knows what makes Hypnos feel good. He knows what hurts Hypnos more than anything. He knows how to draw out any sound he'd like to hear from his twin. It's not just experience that he gained, either. There's somethings that are simply instinct between them. It is a matter of knowing each other as well as one knows their own self. He knows

So when Thanatos presses into him, it's like the world's best flashback. Every touch brought back memory upon memory. He does his best to relax, which immediately is difficult it's been awhile.

But he does relax, and he does let out a long, drawn out moan. It comes from deep within him - it's so pleased that the sound is almost foreign to him - and certainly would be to his Twin. ]

You're so good. [ He utters. ] Keep going, Than.

[Keep going, he says, and Thanatos has no intentions of stopping when he's drawing such sounds out of Hypnos. He'll make him forget every moment of pain he suffered, drawing him over into only pleasure with every touch of his hands and every press of lips against his skin. Thanatos gives his twin time to relax around the sensation of him inside with only a slow and shallow rocking of his hips until he feels the tightness around him ease, and he strokes his fingers into the soft curls of Hypnos' hair before he kisses him again.

It's been a long time since Thanatos felt anything real but here, like this, there are long-forgotten emotions slowly bubbling up under the surface solidified by his earlier anger towards Zeus' audacity. Softer, gentler feelings that are somehow more insistent in their wish to make themselves known.

He settles Hypnos' thighs against his hips and presses into him deeper, almost drawing out entirely before each plunge back inside the welcoming heat of his body. It's been so long. Too long.]

Is that... what you want... [Another kiss, softer and warmer this time.] Just like this..?

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