verytired | 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 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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