#stephanos.adam.3

[miindkiiller]

"keep you here," he breathed, the words barely making it between them. "keep you close." core filling, breath deep, as adam pressed further. "keep you inside." there's mechanics to wonder about, in regards to falling asleep with a man inside you, but moments like these made it worth considering, or at least imagining.

with his arm around adam, worn like a shawl for warmth, stephanos hooked his hand and held on. adam wanted to feel him, mapping across his torso with grip and purpose, holding him to better curl up into.

"I do," not challenging the name or the title. "I want it." as he's held, and gripped, and pushed, "I want you." as adam reclaimed the space, following a familiar path that did once again need to be spread to be taken. stephanos' insides had just begun to relax into place as they were invaded again, the pressure even the more pleasant for it. "not to tight for it, are you?" adam's grip was firm at all levels, from throat to hand to ass; it'd be hard not to wake him, or so he'd imagine. "that just gives me more time to... mmmmm..." tilting his head back to enjoy a well-aimed push. "to work you open. get you relaxed. until I'm pressed up inside you and rocking you asleep."

too gentle for the bed to protest, for now, stephanos flexed and throbbed in adam's hand, having been pumped back to life. "we could do this all day. off and on." bleary but blissful, his gaze, bounced by the bump of adam's hips, would level warm on adam's face. "in bed. in the kitchen. in the shower. over and over." slowing his breathing took effort, when it was as good as this. "and I'd still be reaching for more of you."

Adam’s mouth curved, dangerously - cutting deeper with every reference to the aching, throbbing cock pressed just into Stephanos' hole. His bruised hand flexed where it held Stephanos’ thigh, he’d never needed much encouragement, but this? "I've never slept better..." Adam mused, when they were sleeping, "guess you'll have to keep me, huh?" Stephanos pushed back, Adam pushed in. Wrapped, warm, familiar - he forgot why the fuck he'd ever left. "Mhm-"

His chest swelled with the deep inhale, the Hecatean wrapped around him like a bandage, and even sheathed as he was he tried to press as deep as he could. Holding the other, squeezing in some regard, firm - Adam's teeth brushed Stephanos' neck, but it was his lips that took to massaging the tender skin.

“You're talking a whole lot of shit for someone in biting distance right now..." Adam muttered, voice low, hot and timbrous. He leaned in, forehead brushing Stephanos’ temple, his own pulse hammering beneath sweat-slicked skin.

“You want it, baby?” Adam asked, with that same gravel, pushing in again with a casual, languid stride. Lifting Stephanos' arm and draping it across his shoulders so he could get access to the skin over his ribs, the hair under his arms - the fur dappling his chest. Palmed, hungry and focused as he moved with deliberate strokes, with the pacing far more measured. "You wanna fuck me awake -?" He grinned against his lover's skin, a hand between the other's thighs again - holding, stroking, gesturing, "I'm a pretty heavy sleeper, give it to me good."

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@adamsonofzeus

at times, this new life felt more like a dream.

there were jumps and scares, twists and turns, but more often than not, stephanos found himself fascinated by his current home, and the people he shared it with. fantastical powers, confusing mysteries, and a whole world of magic at his fingertips. it's a wonder he even had time to sleep at all.

sleep was, though, something stephanos had absolutely begun taking for granted. despite espousing a schedule, and having a penchant for being earlier to rise, the lack of need for such regiment was starting to slip under his skin. letting him relax, letting him settle. that schedule was still there, but was shifting slightly towards later nights, and more reasonable mornings. something about sharing a bed on occasion, but also being thoroughly put through his paces in said bed, left his body as much in need for rest as able to claim and take it.

one such night left him in a blessed state, stretched long and sated, whatever loose sleep pants he'd barely managed to pull back on were only up to his knees, likely having been shoved back down in the night. peacefully, quietly, and blessedly, stephanos slept on. his face the picture of contentment, without the need to adjust any glasses left askew.

funny, how that wouldn't last for long.

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the curse was akin to some kind of punctuation. stephanos' usual lack of such colorful language left adam room to take up the space. to declare their transition from gentle inaction to gentle action. to signal the rising of breath, the meeting of hands, of lips.

was adam always this easy to rile up? or was this a key that stephanos and likely prospero had access to? regardless, he cherished it. turning over adam's engine, starting him up, making him rev.

"your cock," he started, almost cross-eyed and nose-to-nose, grin wide, as he started reclaiming the topic at hand. "if we keep this up, I wonder if I won't sleep as soundly without the blunt pressure of your cock in recent memory." the tinge of a chuckle trailing on the end, despite the sincerity of his words. he's explored, hand sliding further along his hip, and pushed his knee forward in response. "my cock," offered next, "aches at the thought of giving you the same treatment. watching you at rest. loving how peace and solitude looks on you, and-- agh--" as he's breached once more, "noting how slowly you shift. absence and rest, to bliss." whatever grip he'd had on adam had moved to the man's side, sliding down to his butt, to squeeze the muscle. to pull him closer. the benefits of reasonable height, in wingspan.

"won't you give me your cock, adam?" finished with a full-blown laugh. joy and delight, metered with gasps.

“And we're the fucking realest.” 

Adam dropped some kind of curse with every passing turn of phrase, the habit of a relatively honest man with no better way to express himself beyond whatever his fist carried. Stephanos, always so pressed and proper with the polos and the cargo shorts - the glasses that presently sat where the son of Hecate had left them. Every slip of depravity felt like a victory, and to hear it now: cock, especially your cock made Adam momentarily go lightheaded as the blood vacated his skull and went to his head instead. 

Throat dry, voice low as gravel, “Especially when you say it,” Adam quipped, moistening his lips by idly passing his tongue over them. His mouth parted - just so - as he felt Stephanos groping between them, finding him, angling him - urging him - as if Adam needed any prompting. Habitually when Stephanos' palm found him, Adam's hips bucked reflexively - gliding across the older man's palm before pressing gently against the warm, viscous trench. Through the low light, Adam managed to find the deep and the dark of Stephanos' eyes, reading him and challenging him all at once. 

Adam braced, crown subtly slipping in, breaching but just barely as Adam's battered hand took a handful of Stephanos' offered thigh - sliding higher for better purchase, he smirked - issuing either a promise, a word of caution, or the foretelling of a coming surprise, “Only if you dare.” 

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"very, very real." the illusion of complacency was broken, as with the stagnant nature of his prior position. his thoughts, his imagined possibilities, changing with new information. it kept things fresh, it kept things real. it kept his eyes open, lest he close them and let another decade pass by. "as real as you and me."

as real as the strong senses of self, between the three set together.

the way the three could exist fully apart likely aided in their union; sturdiness, the capacity to lean but also to be leaned on. supporting, being supported. holding, being held.

"I thought you liked that word," the older man teased, fully going face to face, then. he wanted to see that expression, to feel the breath on his lips. one might think the gauge might be swinging from emotional to sensual once again, but he was beginning to think those were two different meters. each aspect rising and falling in time, each breathing in turn. attempting to hold adam's gaze, stephanos threw a thigh over adam's hip, and reached down to feel for him. fumbling a bit, perhaps, but the drag of adam's tip through his slick trench was likely worthwhile enough to excuse him. "do I need to say it again?" as he aimed adam more true, towards the core of him. and pulled a little, to kiss his puffy, glazed rim over his boyfriend's crown.

A messy tangle of limbs and intention, it could be just this for as long as they wanted - or at least - until the sun did the treacherous thing and lifted over the horizon. Adam had seen enough sunrises to know their heraldy, and lived so long among the receding shadows that it was still taking years of unlearning to remind himself how suited he was for the day. Warrior, fighter, survivor but never a son - never held.

“And now that they're not-so made up?” Adam felt inclined to ask, feeling as though he knew the answer but wanted to hear Stephanos say it anyway: that he hadn't believed, because he couldn't believe. 

“Prospero can take some credit, only some though,” Lest their lover's head explode - though with all the ego between the three of them it was more likely for Adam's pride to be the one that ruptured. "and you can't just say cock around me," Adam groaned - feeling the stubble of Stephanos' chin as it brushed against him and fractals of current inching their way up his spine at the sensation. Blood was already pumping, heavy lashes and the warm breath late night or early morning air - breathing into the liminal space encompassing them. "unless you plan on doing something about it..."

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mantle upon mantle descending upon him, from birth; chosen, fated, warlock, son. some donned of his own volition; father, cook, responsible, reliable. and some that would only come with time. that would be given to him by others not by destiny, but by choice.

beloved.

here, in this bed, stephanos was loved.

"you have as much right to that as anyone." soft, but definitive. cutting that concern off at the quick. "sometimes, the big things feel too big to be real. I used to say, that's why people made up gods. to answer for things that were too big to hold with our hands, our minds." pulling adam tighter around him, against him, "our hearts."

the smile he gave was just for the two of them, no matter which divinity might be watching.

"I'm pleased that loving me -- me loving you -- is what makes you question your relationship with destiny. it's quite the ego boost." followed by a playful dig of fingers between ribs, a shift of legs, disturbing the comfortable press they'd settled into. "if this is the talk that I get to look forward to every time you fuck me awake, then please-- I'll accept your cock just about any morning or night." with that smile, tucked into adam's neck.

Stephanos' lips couldn't mend the layers of damage, but even through the tough and worn exterior Adam could feel the light, tingling press of the Hecatean son's warm breath ghosting against his skin. Fear was such a powerful motivator - one of the strongest forces in Adam's life, it dictated so much of who he was and what he'd become. He knew something of what it meant to live with that fear and of all the places where Adam and Stephanos differed, there was at least one parallel here. 

Adam slid against him, into him, coiling his grip a bit tighter - holding - steadying himself in no small way.

I'd help you do it. Somehow that idea wasn't as unsettling as it ought to be - they were meant to be heroes, children of the gods with these divine heartsongs calling them to greatness. But, was it not the same once for their own parents - in a way? Was Zeus born a bastard or was that just something he later became? Maybe this was how it happened, one decision after another, one choice compacted on top of more. Threats, enemies, the weaponizing of fear to protect the ones you love -

"I love you, Stephanos." Protecting him or protecting each other, whatever it amounted to, Adam intended to do his part to honour it. "More than I have any right to-" Considering it'd been just shy of two months, but here they were. "I don't believe in any fate we don't make ourselves but," his calloused fingers trailed idly up and down the other's arm - brushing the soft, fine hairs there, “I can't deny that this doesn't feel-” Adam shrugged, “predetermined.” There was a sharp intake of breath with the dry hair of a humourless chuckle, “Fucking scares the shit out of me if I'm being honest.”

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was it so inaccurate to wonder, to feel, as if some of their aspects or incidents were at the hands of the gods who wished to shape them? steer them? his own circumstances were different, his lens tinted a different color, allowing the space to imagine such a thing.

those with... a harder past, a deeper and darker background, a more tortured history, might find it better to understand their path as their own. as random, or as their own struggles and victories. and stephanos wouldn't push against that.

"--and I'm grateful," he added. dragging lips across ragged, rugged skin. tears and fractures healed. "for you." a pause, to let it soak. "for you both."

the dangers he'd spoken of weren't just in the past, but a constant. something he'd lived with all his life, lingering at the front or the back of his mind. a gauze or haze of well-won paranoia that colored the essence of almost every interaction. until he had the capability to do something about it.

"I've been afraid of them all my life." the words as easy as a sigh, each admission freeing as the next. "what scares me almost as much, is that I'd help you do it." the greys that coalesced around him, that perry mentioned-- he could only wonder. was his father there? or, how many of those spirits belonged to the same cult that spawned him?

what soothing he could give to adam's sudden stiffness, he'd offer. holding him from in front, until he'd -- carefully, as adam was likely sensitive slipping out of him -- turn, to pull adam's face against his chest, should the younger man allow. "thank you," he'd softly speak into adam's hair. "I believe I'd forgot how it felt, to be protected."

"You can tell me anything." Judgement wasn't in his vocabulary, he'd made enough mistakes that what divided most people from the things they detested were a few poor decisions. "And I mean that." Tired, dream-like, it was easy to imagine almost slipping between the veil of waking and sleeping.

"It's not the first time you've said that," Adam breathed, still not quite sure where he landed - if asked a couple months ago then his answer would've been certain: fuck fate. If Adam believed that this was predetermined, then he had to believe that everything else was too. "But if anyone designed this I'd say it's us." Adam huffed, soothed to some degree by Stephanos' lips across his ragged knuckles, brought back into the present.

Strange and dangerous continued to churn around in his gut, clenching and tensing as he heard a bang in the back of his mind and felt his body run cold - clammy - Adam opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. What would he do if anything happened to either Stephanos or Prospero? It didn't seem likely that he'd make it back this time.

Adam adjusted himself slightly to prop up on an elbow, leaning over Stephanos as he looked down at the other's blissful features, "These people... this cult. That scares the shit out of me, man - " A beat, "- if they show up again," A rigidity flooded Adam's frame, soft to stone - all tension. "I'll fucking kill them." Adam was falling hard and the further he went the more violently he'd endeavour to hold onto the things he loved.

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aspects of being held like this were still being revealed to stephanos, as he experienced being cared for. responsibility wasn't as much a monolith, a stone ceiling requiring just as stone a column, weight bearing down with the threat to crush all underneath him. he'd grown accustomed to it, the weight. comfort was an ease, affection a balm on muscle long held in tension.

"I haven't spoken any of that aloud in years." since warning rita about the people starting to hover around her. since putting his family on that next, and hopefully last, route to collision. "it's... nice." a rare pause, as he let his eyes close once more.

fear and poise ruled so much of his life. to the point that his proper posture was nearly a point to his personality in itself. steady in a crisis, as crisis was never truly over. just a glimpse through a window away. the adjustment to real life danger was somewhat quick; just a configuration of his lens, what he'd idly concern himself with at all hours of the day.

"hmm." adam laying a finger on the point he wasn't certain he'd wanted to face. "I almost have to wonder if it's more than that." as far as he could tell, stephanos was truly the product of his parents' union. "who else to court the goddess of magic, but a strange and dangerous cult?" he reached down, and took adam's wrist. gently, to bring the hand to his lips. soft against the rough of fight-hardened knuckles. "it almost feels designed, doesn't it?"

Adam tightened his hold reflexively - arms locking more securely around Stephanos’ waist. He heard what the other was saying but wouldn't accept it - maybe the other used to be, but not anymore.

His brow pressed to Stephanos’ shoulder, his voice was quiet but the edge remained - certain as the grave. “The fuck you are,” he said, words threaded fiercely and tenderly together.

Adam’s hand slid up the plane of Stephanos’ stomach, resting just beneath his chest, fingers splaying wide again like he could hold more of him. “I'll protect you,” he said simply, a beat as he thought of their third, “we'll protect you.”

There was something perpetually darkened to the son of Hecate that Adam had never really quite known the source of. He supposed it was something akin to what drew him in in the first place, that same deep desire that brought the son of Zeus to orbit Prospero as well. While Stephanos was lined with a very paternal air that Adam couldn't pull himself out of, witchcraft lay below the veneer.

"Do you think they know?" Adam felt inclined to ask, shifting slightly to lean over Stephanos, putting more of his weight on him in the process. "About Hecate -?"

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despite the tonal shift, stephanos was still physically at rest. awake, but soft and still pliable, still pressing against adam for as much as he could get. content.

"always have been."

saying it out loud made it more real. "for as long as I could remember, at least."

there's something surreal, about all this. talking so softly, so openly, about something that largely existed in his own mind. sharing this part of himself with adam felt as intimate as anything else, as the softening chub still keeping him wide and open enough to trickle.

"I have vague recollections of them all my life. through to becoming an adult, my own person. to starting a family." and here, bringing others into the fold. exposing them, potentially. "when my father tried to get them to stop, for once and for all--"

he paused, then. wondering how all of this might sound. he couldn't see adam's face, couldn't gauge his reaction. it's not the most standard of pillow talk. "we didn't see any of them at his funeral. so, I'd hoped we were past it."

Sinking into the comfort of the other, tightening his hold around Stephanos' midsection, fingers splayed against the warm stretch of taut skin. It could be this for as long as the other would have him but Adam only dealt with what was in front of him when it came up - the future was an invariable, but that fear wasn't enough to keep him from planting one foot in front of the other.

Stephanos already had his attention, the prior comment was enough but he was still Adam, and it was easy for him to get distracted. Thoughts of sleep, feelings of warmth, of comfort and sanctuary turning idly in his chest. He breathed against him, or into him, the difference was hard to discern when the bulk of Adam's body was covered or covering Stephanos'.

However, the underlying urgency within the subtle, tonal shift was enough to bring Adam into a more alert state - not that he was anywhere near as tired as Stephanos - he was, spent and was previously hinging on drifting off once again. "Huh-? Wait - why?" Not since arriving had Adam been out in the field, so if there was something he'd missed - or hadn't been told about - if -- "Are you in some kind of danger?"

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home was a fact. home was consistency. home was comfort, and rote, and stable, as he'd made it to be.

and now, home was here; in this strange and dark cabin, in these warm and strong arms, in a cool and curious touch. stephanos didn't intend to settle in so swiftly, but he found little reason not to. why deny himself a place to land, a place to call home, when such a place would call to him, welcome him so openly?

the idea of adam or prospero leaving, or closing off to one another and leaving stephanos to the side, wasn't a concern. largely due to his safety in the matter; if they did leave, he'd be fine, in the most vital regards. he'd have his power, and his cabin, and the others he knew, all that aside. if he didn't have to worry about it, then he didn't have to think about it. safety in security. a luxury, but still present.

"here you are," he echoed, nestling back against adam. relishing the weight of him within, the slick slip of him down his tan cheek. his presence, warm and undeniable. "inexhaustible." a huff. "delightfully so."

as he was prompted, stephanos took a moment to settle in a bit further. to shift so he could speak, had better exchange of air. "if you see a person through a window, or an opening, or down an alleyway. if you see them more than once. if you feel their eyes on you, despite all their attempts to disguise it." drudging up these things, despite the fact that his dream just was, had him pulling adam a little tighter against him for comfort. "if you see a person watching you, and they're wearing a strange hat. something triangular-- or if they're trying to blend in, with an eye somewhere on it. I need you to leave where you are, to get behind closed doors, and to tell me as soon as you can."

it might have been clear in stephanos' voice, but at that point-- he was very, very awake.

It wasn't the first time that word had come up: home. He'd been a little envious when Stephanos had started talking about the family he left behind - if only because they had something that Adam always lacked. A sturdy, dependable, and faithful foundation to build upon, to soil, seed, and grow. He'd been a bad kid with no options in one instance, a deadbeat going nowhere in another, sheltering - roofless - in one of the alleys not unlike where Prospero and him had landed recently on their date.

Home was such a loaded word, every time Adam found himself in a set of walls, it inevitably fell apart. Trusting that this would last, that there wouldn't come a day when Stephanos had grown tired of his boundlessness - at present - was an impossible task. But even if this home of the three of them - presently just two - was only for the now, it would take far more than a strong wind to blow the son of Zeus away.

Adam's lips parted with the soft, breathy exhale of warm air against Stephanos' damp skin - sighing against the shell of his ear before he had the mind to tip his forehead to rest against the back of Stephanos' head. Sinking in deeper with the motion, buried as far as physicality would allow. "Never," exhaustion was a familiar state, but so was the abundance that charged through him. "I'm here," it was true that Adam could rarely keep his hands off the other, but he was more than just one instinct: he had another too. "talk to me."

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early answers and responses came in soft hums. warm, affirmative, often agreeable, only once raising in question or curiosity. "when you like," he offered. "I've found myself sturdy enough for you so far." amused, followed by a soft gasp as he's introduced to teeth once more. then a chuckle, as he throbbed weakly, the motion causing an affectionate squeeze around adam within him.

in moments like these, he could let himself fall under once again, facing whatever question or quandary his mind would conjure for him, leaving him soft and pliable for adam's eventual returning affections -- or he could stay here. linger in the moment. the closeness, the warmth, the lack of construct or construction between them. unguarded, drained, as one would often be after so many pleasantly repeated performances.

"home," he offered, turning his neck to brush his nose through adam's hair. "or, where home used to be, if this is where we are, now." home was something long-lasting, long-standing. as much behind as there was ahead. this being home was new, a bit fresh for the word, but he'd wear it for the sake of the man in bed with him. "of faces in windows." with a long, low sigh. "of secrets I should likely admit to, sooner rather than later."

as if on reflex, one hand went to adam's hip; a silent plea, to stay. to hold close, to remain in that soft and warm place. to press inside him further, that he might not wiggle his way out of it, this time.

"if you're not too tired for such a thing." a door left open, just in case.

Waking and welcoming him, opening in a great sigh, then relaxing around him - Adam winced - the tightness momentarily pushing him out as he felt himself begin to soften. The son of Zeus was without limits - but the hour was late and he'd spent himself against Stephanos many times over already. "I could get used to this." Adam commented - thoughts wandering to the other slumbering peacefully on his back, only to be pounded straight into the ground.

Warm over fingers, sliding over the back of his hand - Adam stroked the other to draw out every lingering remnant of whatever had been left to form in the few hours since the last time they'd brought one another to climax. Half depraved, Adam's painted hand came to his mouth - half lazy against his own tongue, whatever remained ended up muddled and smeared into the coarse hair at Stephanos' waist.

"Sometimes I want to be gentle." Want was the operative word, try would have fit as well - the problem was that he scarcely knew how - or his body often prevented it. All his nerves were a rush and a blur, half survivors instinct and the rest tempered over years of refinement. "With you," Adam added, quieter, "for you." Reaching between them, Adam tipped his wrist against the softening underside of his cock and slid, warm, back inside of Stephanos - pushing back the wet ache of dribbling seed back inside and warming himself within.

As if on key, Adam kissed, he pressed, then he bit - affectionately - lips closing around the salty, evening skin of the near-slumbering son of Hecate. Not enough to break, but just present enough to draw a bit of that tense, taut flesh between his incisors.

"What were you dreaming about?" Adam was awake now, though Stephanos sounded a bit like he had one foot still in his private little world of dreams. It was nice to imagine a night where he might follow the other there, but Adam was always greedy: no amount of time spent together could ever be enough, it was only natural he'd want to trail behind - proverbial tail wagging.

There was a fear forming from a root long seeded: this was a lot to lose.

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in a show of exquisite control, adam had stephanos rocking just barely, just gently, as one would on a boat docked in a marina at early morning. the softest of motions, anchored on his grip around adam's arm. holding him close. keeping him close. as adam found a way to get even closer, spreading the body at rest even wider around him.

each groan, each shift that earned another groan, was subtle and soft, but still present. clear that stephanos was contending with...something. a certain sizeable something questing for such depth within him that, even asleep, he couldn't ignore it. brows drawn, just slightly. mouth pull close, but not closed; lips towards a gentle, silent 'o' as his breathing adjusted around adam's probing. gut breaths pulling further, expanding and contracting around adam in a slow rhythm reactive to his body. should adam push further, move faster, those breaths would pick up in time. feedback, looping.

and stephanos just gripped adam's arm tighter, pulling him in harder, as if that would steady or slow the motion slowly moving him. unaware that pressing back against adam wouldn't stop or still him -- only impaling himself further on adam, flattening his cheeks to press that blunt head deeper inside himself.

It was unreal how his body knew - how Stephanos, asleep and pliant, still moved like a perfect vessel for everything Adam offered. That stretch, that flex of muscle and spine, the languid shift of thigh and ass against him… fuck. It was reverent, the way Adam watched him give so completely, so unconsciously. As if Stephanos' body trusted him more on physical instinct alone - it was that boundless trust that Adam was relishing in now, and it was that instinct that kept him from breaking free of his inhibitions and pounding Stephanos senseless.

The slide of him was slow, deep, restrained to a whisper of motion, but Adam couldn’t help the way he sank another inch forward, hips snug now to the curve of Stephanos’ backside. That sweet, unconscious pulse around his cock made him groan - low and full, like thunder rolling off a distant peak.

The arm around Stephanos stayed tight, holding him close as his other hand stayed low, brushing lightly against Stephanos’ length, now swelling to life under his palm, responding even in sleep. Adam's fingers curled loosely around it, coaxing without rush - gentle.

His mouth grazed the slope of Stephanos’ shoulder, his temple, his hairline, each kiss a quiet thanks. For letting me in. For letting me stay. Another small roll of his hips, and Adam tucked his face deeper against his lover's skin, voice just barely a sound. "That's it, baby," he whispered. “Just like that.”

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in a lake, in a bath, in another cabin's bathroom; regardless of the arena, stephanos had time and space for adam to take up. it wasn't accommodating, as that would imply some sort of service or providing. more that, stephanos simply was, and adam simply was, and more often than not, one would be somehow on the other.

add prospero, and point still stands.

effort given to leave the older demigod at rest would be rewarded in kind; the more adam could restrain himself, the longer he'd get a sleepy stephanos to play with. soft between his fingers, soft against his chest, soft around him as he slowly pushed forward; the breach caused tension, stephanos' full body getting just a start, before he'd begin to relax, again. to melt around adam, melt over him, as adam would slowly work his way further inside. stephanos was soft, but not loose or slack; plush, but taut enough to pull on him as he'd knock his hips back, on each little roll and shift.

nose against his neck, stephanos sighed. long, low, warm, and somehow pleased. his hand on adam's forearm tightened, holding that arm to himself. holding some part of adam, against himself, against whatever gentle rocking motion was making him roll just a little, back and forth. since he wasn't awake to clench, adam could press beyond that smooth grip. to try to feed stephanos as much cock as he'd dare, before he'd risk waking the man with a dick inside him.

whatever stephanos was dreaming about, it certainly took a turn, if the thrum of life between adam's fingers was any indication. unaware of his boyfriend starting to fuck him, he stretched a little; back flexing, butt flexing, legs flexing, before he'd melt into the mattress once more.

A low sound hummed peacefully from the back of his throat as Stephanos seemed to shift into him on instinct - to gravitational forces bound to collide. It was this small, unconscious act of reaching back, of tugging Adam in, that subconscious act of desire sent a ripple down his spine as he felt the familiar feeling of flapping and sparking in his gut.

His cock, already slick from earlier attentions, slipped against the cleft of Stephanos’ ass, caught between the valley and the heat and then pressed with the subtle push of Adam's hips. He was always going to be eager, but pounding Stephanos awake didn't sound appealing so much as doing everything Adam could to restrain himself as he finished for- he'd stopped counting, actually. Adam’s breath caught as Stephanos bent his knee, stretching, opening just slightly in his sleep - and fuck - it was a lot for someone actively trying to hold back when Stephanos was all but presenting himself for him. That quiet, trusting surrender carved a line straight down Adam’s spine. Not even conscious, and Stephanos was still pulling him in.

His hand, the one tracing the other’s cock with idle affection, stilled briefly, fingers tightening just slightly as he took in the shape of them like this - how they locked into each other regardless of who was ever looking. He was affectionate, he could admit it, he could never love someone exclusively in the dark - but what they did in their shadows was entirely theirs. Adam leaned in, his nose brushing the nape of Stephanos’ neck as he exhaled, burying himself in the scent there. His hips rocked slow, shallow, just enough to feel the friction as he slipped just the crown past that tight, muscular ring.

"Mmm-" Adam sighed into him with a shallow roll of his hips, barely any motion at all, "you feel so good baby." While he always had a hard time keeping quiet - the soft moan that escaped was at least accompanied by the words hardly above a whisper.

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the more often stephanos found himself in these warm, lazy mornings, the more accustomed to them he'd become. not that slowly losing the surprise would make them rote, or meaningless; instead, familiarity blooming into comfort, into welcoming. into knowing and being. into fitting together, naturally, having gotten so used to making the shapes.

the shape adam was wedging against him was familiar enough, and made slick besides. the hand that'd blessed it was around stephanos instead, and, bless adam, but the father wasn't anywhere near when his body was set to wake. he was soft in adam's hold. heavy, but boneless, like a plaything to squeeze or flop about, fully hooded.

but asleep or not, warmth was warmth, and one would know enough to kick sheets off or pull them up. left cold where adam was draped over him prior, stephanos rolled just a little, towards any warmth left over the spot in front of him. still, though, he pressed back against adam, pulling the lazy length of him against himself by whatever edge or limb he could reach; like feeling for the side of a blanket, to tug it further. there's shifting, and a sniff or two, and it all was over with a whistle of a huff. stephanos was settled, with adam pressed against his back, likely pressing further south more insistently. but for the moment, he was still under. maybe with his higher knee raised a little, pushing up along the sheets, in a pleasant stretch. if that meant adam fit in more snugly behind him, all the better.

The world filtered in slowly as Adam felt heat roaming at his waist. With a low exhale he breathed against the warm plains of Stephanos' chest. Slowly he stirred, though his body was already far further ahead than his mind - brow knit faintly as he tensed, beginning to catch up. When Adam's eyes drifted open he saw the sheets were kicked down and tangled - and he, the furnace, splaid atop the warmth of the son of Hecate. That heat at Adam's waist only bloomed as he absently rolled his body against the length of Stephanos' frame, blood swelling as Adam came more into himself.

Adam shifted slightly to sit up on his knees, unlike Stephanos he was already in the buck and while he was an independent furnace of his own - the sensation of loss was immediate - but worth it. Righting himself so he could observe the sleeping gentlemen Adam had gone to bed with many times over already, his ulterior motive was followed by a cap popping and the wet, slick sound of the son of Zeus pumping himself.

So often was Stephanos well put together that Adam had come to savouring when he was at his most ruinous. The night brought a softer shade of sundered, Stephanos' hair was only slightly mussed - face relaxed and neutral, content even. From here Adam could see how the subtle inflections of whatever Stephanos happened to be dreaming about written in small cues across his features. Watching and studying, Adam's hand moved over the shaft, slipping over the crown of his cock before gliding back down.

Adam shifted and nestled into the space behind Stephanos, sliding in against him as he let a hand drift up the other's thigh, his arm curling slightly to slide under Stephanos to splay his fingers across his abdomen. The other continued to wander, drifting up Stephanos' thigh, his waist, slipping around to affectionately stroke the other's heavy, limp cock while Adam's own strained furiously behind him - just pressing - against the other's cleft, gliding against him as Adam's mouth found the thin stretch of skin behind his lover's ear.

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adam's words, the need and affection in his voice, it could only help in both stirring and soothing the man having his slumber so blessedly interrupted. some part of his rhythm had found its way to matching, to keeping time. his grunts, his sighs, his breaths. adam setting the cadence, a deft finger on the volume, until he was too unsteady to keep it steady any longer.

jumping and flexing in adam's grip, stephanos didn't have the faculties to try and hold off or pull back. adam was gifting him so much pleasure, so much pressure inside him, before he was even capable of handling it. the man didn't wake up so much as slip under the surface of awareness, pulled into the depths of such a lovely morning by wakes and waves rippling through him. the final straw was that jam, that jab of adam's hips, breaking the beat to make one final push. stephanos gasped as he felt warmth bloom deeply, adam leaving his mark, a king's share of seed and spend to contend with.

"mmmmmmmmm." a rumbling hum, low and long and warm. that stretch, again-- as he'd run down adam's fingers, pulled and pushed and fucked to an early end. he'd likely need to wash the sheets, again.

the softness of his expression expanded as his eyes would slowly roll open, pleased and pleasured, almost yawning around adam's cock and load. twisting to look back at the man he clamped and clenched around, stephanos' open-mouthed smile would soften, as he'd rub adam's forearm. the one he'd held close to him, in the night.

"you don't have to hold back," he offered, quietly. shifting his legs, rubbing his thighs together, as he soaked in both their climaxes. "you can let go." soothing, as he'd try to shift his shoulder to the vicinity of adam's mouth. to kiss, to press, to bite.

Adam’s jaw clenched, a soft, desperate sound catching behind his teeth as Stephanos pulled him in tighter - unconscious, needy, and completely unaware of what he was doing to him. The grip around his arm invited him deeper with a somatic plea that Adam threaded into a promise. His cock throbbed in response, buried as deep as it could go in the heat and pulse of Stephanos’ body, now so open, so willing, the son of Zeus wouldn't last long.

Adam moved with slow ministrations, barely more than a flex and grind, slow enough to feel every heartbeat of Stephanos’ body around him. The loop of feedback - the breath, the clench, the groan - was intoxicating. Adam leaned in, his lips brushing just beneath the curve of Stephanos’ ear, his breath warm and uneven as he whispered: "You’re letting me in so deep, baby… I can feel every inch of you."

His hips pressed forward again, a little more intentional this time, testing how much more Stephanos would take without stirring. His hand around Stephanos’ cock squeezed slightly, thumb sweeping a bead of slick from the tip, smearing it down in lazy, knowing strokes. He buried his face against the curve of Stephanos’ neck, drawing in the scent of him - warm, and clean. Their bodies fit in shape and rhythm alike, a slow roll at Adam's waist: chest to back, breath to breath as he buried himself in full depth - body twitching reflexively.

Adam's hand splayed over Stephanos’ stomach, fingers flexing slightly with a protective instinct he never bothered hiding. He felt the steady beat beneath his palm and let his eyes flutter shut, his hips finding a deeper press as a soft whimpery sound escaped him. His lips pressed a slow, needier kiss to the nape of Stephanos' neck, the bed audibly rocking, the low moans coming from the base of Adam's throat more virile than before. Adam bucked, his grip tightened. He broke in a quivering rush that overtook his body completely, cresting as he jolted his hips forward once more and seeded the crossroads as deep as physicality would allow - biting his lips instead of Stephanos' skin as Adam shuttered against Stephanos' back.