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“Have you ever thought about Aldebaran’s dick?”

Deathmask nearly choked on air. He’d been peacefully lounging between Aphrodite’s legs, head pillowed on one thigh, one hand draped over his hip, his thumb stroking the soft skin at the juncture between hip and leg. And Aphrodite was looking well fucked - but clearly not enough if he was thinking about other people’s dicks.

Notes:

I'm not sorry.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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“Have you ever thought about Aldebaran’s dick?”

Deathmask nearly choked on air. He’d been peacefully lounging between Aphrodite’s legs, head pillowed on one thigh, one hand draped over his hip, his thumb stroking the soft skin at the juncture between hip and leg. And Aphrodite was looking well fucked - but clearly not enough if he was thinking about other people’s dicks.

A wild, irrepressible amusement on his features, Aphrodite lightly kicked him, or tried to before Deathmask grabbed his thigh and pressed down on a fresh lovebite, red as rose petal against the alabaster skin.

“If it’s proportional, I mean…”

“I’ll give you proportional,” Deathmask grumbled, “You insatiable slut.”

Pleased as anything, Aphrodite grinned lazily down at him. “Well, then, get to it.”

Grumbling about the terrible hardship that was fucking him some more, Deathmask pushed a finger straight back in smoothly, his own come still easing the way. Aphrodite’s beautiful, long legs fell open, leaving him space to move.

By the time he had four fingers in, he could no longer get in as deep, but Aphrodite was squirming and making little breathy noises. He looked up to see Phro biting his lower lip and closing his eyes, the picture of wantonly abandon, worthy of his namesake.

He sloppily added lube, leaking it all over the already messy bed, then he tucked his thumb into his palm and pushed in.

“Ah!”

The noise could have been of pain - he stopped.

“Wait,” Aphrodite said breathlessly, “Wait.”

And after a moment regaining his bearings “Go”

Ever so slowly, Deathmask pushed all the way in, curling his fingers into a fist as he went, holding Aphrodite down by the hip with his free hand - just in time because he started thrashing 

Re malaka, move!” Aphrodite’s voice had gone raspy and harsh, just on the verge of real anger.

The stretch itself wasn’t pleasurable, but it wasn’t painful either. It just directed all his senses to a single point - and Deathmask’s knuckles kept up a steady, utterly maddening, pressure against his prostate. 

Still not moving his hand, Deathmask grinned and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock.

Then, slowly, he rotated his wrist, applying the slightest amount of pressure.

Aphrodite gripped the headboard so tight it creaked. “I think I can… come just from this,” he breathed out.

He wanted to focus on the overwhelming stretch, the white hot point of pressure-pleasure inside him, radiating through his whole body. He clenched against Deathmask’s wrist, uselessly pushing his hips up, but the position didn’t allow him much leverage. And Deathmask was still holding him in place in a delicious show of strength.

“I’m sure you can,” Deathmask snickered, then added in a perfectly audible whisper, “Size queen.”

“Not… ah, not my fault you… feel… inadequate…”

At least his ability to keep shittalking was going, Deathmask thought with a certain amount of satisfaction. He kept pushing, making an herculean effort to keep his movements controlled as Aphrodite got progressively more out of breath, a slight sheen of sweat over his chest, over his pretty pink nipples that he was too far away to bite. He licked his lips seeing his cock weeping precome, and tensed his knuckles chasing Aphrodite’s ever louder moans, until they turned into one long wail, and then he was coming all over himself.

Deathmask drank in the sight like an artist considering his work, before getting to slowly, carefully pushing out of Aphrodite. He was still breathing hard, but more silent now. As his hand popped out, he heard Aphrodite flop down on the pillow, all his muscles un-tensing at once. 

As he looked up, Deathmask’s eyes widened. “What the fuck did you do to the headboard?”

“Shit, I think I have splinters in my hand,” Aphrodite laughed, a little hysterical, “You are a menace.”

“Me?! You’re the one who asked to get a fist up his ass. And who broke the bed.”

Aphrodite fluttered hie eyelashes. “But it was you who made me lose control like that.”

Deathmask grumbled, but he stood up to go wash his hands and get the first aid kit. Not that it was the first time they needed it after sex.

Notes:

This is part of my Saints speaking Greek agenda. 
Malaka is the most unsexy of words, but I could not resist. If you spend more than 30 minutes in Greece you will hear it. Multiple times. I’m sure the Saints picked it up too. It’s so versatile. Your pet is eating plastic again? “Malaka!” Someone cut you off on the street? “Malaka!” You’re greeting a friend? Also “Malaka!” I think some Saints try to be all proper and not swear when speaking the language of their Goddess, but I don’t think any force on heaven or earth could stop baby Milo from teaching his new friends all the dirty words he knows. Other headcanon is that Phro swears (copiously) in Italian because he hangs out with my favourite asshole so much he picked up a few words. Swearwords make up 80% of what little Italian Deathmask remembers.