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[kouros]

From here

[He smiles]

You're welcome, Orpheus.

[He pushes open the door to his apartment, making a face as he gestures to a door]

I hate this place. My room's over there.

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[golden_lyre]

But not here, huh?

[He presses the tube into Apollo's hand.]

[kouros]

I wasn't planning on being taken from the mountain and running into someone I wanted to fuck into the mattress.

[He's rarely crass like that, but hey. He can't lie.

He doesn't bother to ask if Orpheus has done this before--that much is pretty obvious. Instead, he just opens the bottle and shifts Orpheus so it's easier to reach around behind him and slide a finger in]

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus shivers at that confession, and when Apollo's finger enters him, he groans, gripping the god's shoulder.]

Fuck...I'm glad you did...

[kouros]

One good thing about this whole wormhole nonsense, hm?

[Orpheus is just beautiful like this. Apollo's gentle and mindful of Orpheus's reactions, slipping in another finger when he thinks Orpheus is ready]

[golden_lyre]

I am...not at all complaining.

[He's obviously quite eager, pushing back to accept the intrusion, fucking himself on Apollo's fingers.]

[kouros]

No, you're not, are you?

[Gods, he can't remember the last time he had someone so eager for this. He works Orpheus, wanting to make sure he's ready]

How long...?

[golden_lyre]

How long since I...did this?

[His fingers dig into Apollo's shoulder.]

[kouros]

Well, that, but I meant how long have you wanted this?

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus laughs breathlessly.]

Since I was old enough to want?

[kouros]

You should have said something.

[He pulls his hand away and pulls Orpheus into a brief, but very heated, kiss]

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus moans softly against his lips, whining as he rolls his hips.]

I thought you knew.

[kouros]

I never assume when it comes to the Muses's kids.

[He kisses Orpheus again and starts shifting him so Apollo can start easing him down on his cock]

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus cries out softly, the expression on his face pure bliss.]

And here I...thought I was being obvious...

[kouros]

[Apollo's trying hard not to moan or cry out, but it's a losing battle]

You had...your wife and then...grief...

[He didn't want to force himself or make Orpheus feel cornered]

[golden_lyre]

[If it were anyone but Apollo, Orpheus would stop right then at the reminder. As it is, a flash of pain crosses his face, a grimace.]

Not...not then. Before.

[kouros]

You were too...young, or so I...I kept telling myself.

[he doesn't stop, but he does shoot Orpheus an apologetic look for bringing up Eurydice]

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus gives a dry, cynical laugh.] I was...fourteen the first time someone fucked me.

[He grips Apollo's shoulder tighter, giving him a fond look.] He looked like you.

[kouros]

[That makes Apollo smile, and he eases Orpheus down a little more]

We were both...really stupid.

[golden_lyre]

Yeah... [Orpheus sighs in satisfaction as he sinks onto Apollo.]

Yeah, we really were.

[kouros]

We have a second chance.

["And I'm taking it."

He pushes up a little more until he's certain that Orpheus can't take it and then starts pulling out a bit]

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus can't think of anything to say to that that wouldn't quite definitely ruin the mood. He groans as Apollo pulls back, holding onto Apollo's shoulders firmly.]

[kouros]

[They can talk more later.

Apollo keeps pulling out and pushing in, staying slow and gentle unless Orpheus asks for more.

Or he forgets himself and just goes for it. Whichever comes first]

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus is more than happy to take whatever Apollo has to give, at whatever pace he wants. While he normally wants to have most of the control, this is different. Apollo is different.

He moans softly, leaning down to kiss Apollo as he matches his rhythm.]

[kouros]

[As they kiss, Apollo starts picking up speed. This is a different position than he's used to, but it's not hard to adapt to it. He slides a hand between then to stroke Orpheus off]

[golden_lyre]

Ah, fuck... [Orpheus groans as Apollo's hand wraps around him. His fingers tangle in Apollo's hair, and he nips lightly at the god's lip.]