Aesos smiles pleasantly at Osimius, carnal need present in his face. His eyes widen as Osimius gently strokes his cheek and kisses the corner of his lips softly. Aesos deepens the kiss, pleasure increasing every second. Osimius breaks the kiss by tilting his head back, exposing his neck. Aesos trails kisses from Osimius’ earlobe down to his collarbone, making him shudder and giggle.
“Mmm,” he growls.
Aesos looks him dead in the eye, both hands cupping his face. Their eyes lock and never come apart. Slowly, Aesos moves his hands downward and grabs the fabric at Osimius’ hips, tugging it gently upward. Osimius’ erection comes into view and pushes into Aesos’ leg. Aesos’ smile broadens as he feels himself get harder as well. Meanwhile, his tantalizing fingers slowly continue their tugging, and shortly Osimius’ robes are at his waist. He lifts his arms obediently over his head, never looking away from Aesos, and Aesos pulls the robe the rest of the way off, over Osimius’ head.
Osimius drops his arms onto Aesos’ shoulders and puts his hands firmly on the back of Aesos’ neck. He pulls Aesos into a deep, passionate kiss. As he kisses Aesos, he moves his hands south. He puts them on Aesos’ erection and starts stroking it through his robes. Aesos moans gently, deepening the kiss further. Osimius then pulls Aesos’ robes over his head and throws them onto the floor carelessly.
“You do not know how long I have waited for this,” Aesos groans into Osimius’ mouth.
Osimius smiles and they pull each other close. Their skin touches together in several very sensitive, very warm places. Their stomachs come together, as do their erections and upper legs. Their arms wrap around each other, making them inseparable. Osimius breaks the connection and scoots down, placing his hands on Aesos’ erection. He begins stroking it tightly and smoothly. Aesos groans again and Osimius takes him in his mouth. He massages Aesos with his tongue, moving in and out slowly as he does. He takes a breath and continues. He goes all the way forward, until he can feel Aesos on his throat. He gags slightly, but continues on. Aesos puts his hands on the back of Osimius’ head, supporting it.
“Yes, Osimius, baby. Yes,” he moans.
Osimius then reaches up and pushes Aesos onto the bed. He straddles Aesos’ hips, leans down and kisses Aesos on the lips.
“I want you inside me Aesos. Please,” he murmurs.
“Are you sure?”
Osimius nods, and Aesos’ eyes darken with lust.
Osimius finds Aesos’ erection with his hand, positions it underneath him, and sits down on it slowly.
“Ah,” he cries out as Aesos groans.
He moves himself up and down slowly on top of Aesos, and the feeling is incredible. He moans loudly as he quickens the pace a little. Aesos’ hips begin moving to match the movements of Osimius on top of him. He places his hands on Osimius’ chest and Osimius places his over Aesos’. They look into each other’s eyes with all the love they share in one look. Osimius leans down and kisses Aesos deeply, not moving their position at all. Suddenly, Aesos sits up and moves them both to the end of the bed.
Without pulling out, he takes Osimius into his arms and rises from the bed. They stare into each other’s eyes once more as Aesos begins bouncing Osimius on his erection. Osimius quickly wraps his legs around Aesos’ waist for support. The muscles in Aesos’ arms ripple as he holds Osimius, who moans loudly again. Aesos moans with him, and then turns them towards the bed again. The bed is perfect height for Aesos to flop Osimius onto, never breaking the connection. Osimius’ arms fly out beside him.
Aesos lifts Osimius’ legs over his shoulders for deeper penetration. They both grumble in response to it. The room becomes hot because of them, and sweat begins to drip from one to the other. Aesos then pulls out of Osimius and kneels. Osimius relaxes his legs, but Aesos holds them up. Slowly, he licks Osimius’ anus, playing with it, torturing. Osimius groans and wriggles because of the feeling. Aesos continues this until he can continue with the penetration.
He slowly rises again and puts his erection back in slowly at first. Osimius moans loudly, and Aesos continues pumping, quickening his pace. As he does this, he puts one of his hands around Osimius’ erection and strokes quickly but erotically. Osimius’s eyes are closed and head tilted back in pleasure. He continues moaning loudly as Aesos begins sweating again. Osimius’ hips flex and move with Aesos, and the feeling is exquisite. The pleasure rises and rises, the feelings heighten to an incomparable level. Osimius cries out and suddenly, he finds his release loudly.
“Oh, Aesos,” he yells.
Aesos then quickly pulls out and also finds his release, loudly. He flops down next to Osimius on the bed, both of them spent and exhausted.
They move up to the pillows and lie there, looking into each other’s eyes. They stay like this for quite some time, and then they cuddle in close and fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Serafina stepped out onto the patio to find Zeus in human form waiting there. Though people saw them, they paid no attention. Zeus heard Serafina’s footsteps approach and turned to her.
“Serafina, you are looking well. Perseus has taken good care of you, I see.”
“Zeus, Perseus is dead. He died earlier today. One of my servants reported it; heart attack.”
“Oh, my dear. How very tragic. My sympathy goes out to you.”
“Thank you, but I am glad to see him go. Now I can be with you, as you promised me before stealing my body.”
“Serafina, that is not possible. You are a human, I am a God. Hera is my wife. Though she is oblivious, the fact remains. I cannot change what is to become what is not. Yes, I am a God, but I cannot do such things. If it could happen, I would happily oblige.”
Serafina pursed her lips.
“How would it be possible?”
Zeus sighed exasperatedly.
“Should Hera become mortal and die, then it could happen. Considering the fact that she is locked up inside all day and rarely steps out of the palace, she cannot be harmed by anyone or anything. Our palace has a barrier around it that only certain beings can pass through. Being human, you are not one of them unless in the presence of a God or Demi-God. I apologize deeply, Serafina, but I must get back to business. A vicious war is breaking out between the Faye and the Dark Angels. The Faye have asked our assistance, and I am to make my decision today. Goodbye.”
Serafina watched as Zeus effortlessly flew up into the air and became a God once more. When he disappeared, she looked down at her feet in anger. He had lied to her. She then knew what she had to do, and to do it she must get the help of a Demi-God.
Osimius sat up in bed to inspect all of Aesos’ body. His muscles were so defined and large that the sight of them alone turned him on. Aesos turned to him and smiled. He walked to the side of the bed, bent down, and lifted Osimius into his arms. Osimius giggled in delight as Aesos carried him into the kitchen of their house. He sat Osimius down at the table and began to start a fire in the fireplace to heat up the raw meat sitting out. Aesos had just gone and caught it, a massive creature. The bones and flesh lay outside, buried under the ground.
As the meat was heating up, Osimius went to the large arches that spanned the rear kitchen wall and opened onto a large patio. The view beyond was a stunning one; valley towns directly below and the Mediterranean glistening in the sunlight in the distance. Osimius stepped out onto the patio and stopped at the railing. He spread his hands out on the railing and closed his eyes, head directed at the sun. He breathed in the fresh air of the breeze softly blowing around him. The warm sun on his face seemed to warm his entire body. It felt magical.
He felt arms wrap around his waist and a feather-light kiss on his neck.
“Mmm.”
He turned his head to look into Aesos’ face, which rested on his shoulder. Aesos gave Osimius a soft kiss on the lips and turned to the view.
“Breathtaking, is it not?”
“Indeed, it is. Not as breathtaking as you, however.”
Aesos turned his face back to Osimius and smiled brightly at him.
‘Oh, Osimius. I love you very dearly; more than the world itself, or being immortal. You are my life, light, and world. I will cherish you forever.”
With that, he kissed Osimius softly and passionately as soft sunlight lit his golden hair into a bright halo around them both.
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