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Sweat glistened on Dax’s skin, and he peered at me from beneath heavier lids. He took my hand, the one still steaming with hot and cold fingers. Despite them last being inside him, he sucked them into his mouth and left them sopping. “Please, my dear Apollo… can you apply this wonder to your cock as well?”
It twitched in response inside him. “Shall we see?”
With my first true backstroke, I unleashed the whole of heaven into his sheath.
“Ye-esss!” he cried as I fucked him, moving him up the bed with each slam, with hot and cold mixing inside him. His head nearly crossed its edge, and his long hair spilled out of the chariot.
Dax was so beautiful to witness, arching into me, moaning for me, displayed for me upon the dark blue sky of his tunic. How easy it was to worship him like this.
But to truly worship meant claiming something as yours.
“A-pollo!”
My wings erupted to lift us from the bed, enough that when I thrust downward again, I drove even deeper inside him.
“Ohh… yes! Yes!”
While carrying us airborne and down upon the surface of the bed, again and again, I trailed my fingers across Dax’s skin. Both burning and healing in my touch, no hiss from his lips was ever one of pain, but at a precipice near pain that made him whimper. Wherever I drew, laurels or instruments, my bow, even sunbeams, a darker tan remained, keeping Dax marked as mine.
“I-is this… worship, my Apollo?” he asked, gazing at an arrow shaft up his arm with a smile that made me want to cover every remaining inch of him with my symbols.
“Almost,” I said, for I was close—so close to claiming him completely. “But no worship is complete without anointment.”
I thrust harder, lifting us off the bed again with a flap of my wings. As I fucked Dax back onto the bed, I took his cock in hand and began to pump. I pumped and thrust and let him feel the heat and cold I could command like a tidal wave of elements. All the while, I prayed, to who or whatever answers the prayers of the gods, I prayed…
Let our anointments overlap.
They did, for the next pump of my hand shot Dax’s seed over my fingers and onto his chest. He clenched so tightly around me in his release that I released too, coating his insides with the hottest part of me yet. Still, it was cooled enough, calmed, tempered enough, that Dax’s moans as it filled him harmonized with the continuing tune of my lyre and the flute playing behind us.
I collapsed onto him, wings fading like bonfire sparks, and held him, while my cock pulsed with aftershocks inside his spent hole.
“Ohhh…” he moaned again, wriggling his hips, as if to further enjoy me and how stuffed I had made him. “Your heat, Apollo… your icy touch too, but your wonderful heat, is like nothing I could ever have imagined.”
“Enjoyable then?”
“Thoroughly.” He wriggled again and curled his ankles up around my hips. “I could hold your cock and the warmth of your release inside me forever. But, if we are to bed each other as men, then this man is not yet done with you.”
Dax had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“I have enjoyed being worshiped,” he continued, “but I am inclined to worship too. Not the sun god, mind you, but my Apollo. My courtier. My…” He smiled, and like only a courtesan with torturous teasing in their seduction could, he kissed me without finishing the phase.
Oh, that he would call me his beloved.
He dislodged me from him, but within our kiss, reached between us to find my yet hardened prick. He pumped me slowly, then moved his hand to my sac to pull and fondle. He moved lower to my entrance and twirled slick fingers around my pucker.
Dax paused, pulled his hand away, and when it returned, his fingers were slicker still, and I knew he’d reached up inside himself to gather some of my own spillage to use on me.
I grinned at him, admiring his fortitude, boldness, and capable fingers, as he thrust them inside me.
“Tell me then… dear Dax.” I shuddered from how leisurely he twisted them, while enjoying how I tightened around his thrusts. “What do you want now?”
Dax grinned back at me. His eyes sparkled with flecks of gold that seemed brighter with the light from my eyes reflected in them. “To be inside you, as I’m sure you surmised. But only if you trust me.”
“Of course I—ah!” Slow and careful as Dax was being, he was not holding back either. He had touched that wonderful place inside me that made all the world below seem as glittered with stars as the sky.
“Good,” Dax said. “And I… trust you.”
Then he rolled us to the edge of the bed and out of the chariot.
