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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. ]
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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[ 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.
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[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...
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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.
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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.]
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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. ]
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[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.]
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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. ]
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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?
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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.
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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? ]
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[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...
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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.
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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..?