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Just a Late Night Swim

⊱ Odyseidon Smut — A draft that I'll never finish

The night was clear as any other, the milky moon gleaming above as it set its gentle light on Ithaca's shores. It was a warm night, with the gentle cold breeze coming off the waves, and it was perfect.

Poseidon and Odysseus had left the castle in the dead of night, attempting to sneak out of the back so they could set themselves on the beaches of Ithaca.

They had been busy with everything, much too busy; the only times they could embrace one another and exchange words were under the faithful moon before the sun rose and let a few whispered words escape before the day began.

So this night, they decided to spend time on the shores. They laughed quietly at each other as they whispered hushes to not be too loud as the sound of their feet thumped onto the grass and then the sand.

Poseidon dragged Odysseus to a small dip in one of the cliffs nearby, enough to be a small cave for them to both sit on the edge and let their feet dip into the cold ocean water.

The two of them sat there, listening to the sea wash up to them, the waves curling in on themselves with every shift and every swirl that splashed at their feet. It was enticing with the way the cold hit their skin, sinking into their ankles, and gasping no matter how many times the cold hit them.

Although they planned to do much more than sit by the water and let it touch their toes. Poseidon had stood up, letting his hair down from a tight bun he had been keeping recently and letting it fall over his back and shoulders.

Odysseus was starting to stand behind Poseidon since he was walking towards the edge, watching his hair fall, watching the moonlight twinkle in the mix of blues. He stared at him cluelessly.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice hushed as if others could still hear.

"I am going for a swim, my love," Poseidon had replied, removing the robes from himself and revealing the bits of soft blue scars and the gill-like slits at his ribs that glowed dimly. They got caught at his elbows, his hair sweeping to the side as he turned his head to look at his husband, a small fanged smile forming on his lips. "Do you care to join me?"

Odysseus felt the air catching up in his throat. Something was pooling in his stomach from how he said those words so enticingly, as if he was tempting him into something sinful disguised as a beautiful opportunity.

The mortal nodded, his throat going dry as he watched the robes drop onto the stone below them like they were just accessories, shifting them away with his feet before looking at Odysseus again. His gaze was staring at him in a way that made his legs feel like they could buckle at any moment.

Poseidon knew what he was doing.

A sly chuckle escaped from him as he dipped himself into the water, letting his hair curl inward and shift below the water as he turned. His hair somehow looked longer like this. Poseidon leaned back, swimming away from the edge with a smirk on his lips.

"You act as if this is your first time seeing me like this, Odysseus," He teased with a tone that sounded much too low. "Come on, don't be so shy."

His voice sound like that of a sirens with the way his words twirled around his ears, and he found himself slowly giving in as he let his cloak fall off his shoulders and slip off his chiton.

Now naked, he let himself dip into the water, gasping at the shots of cold up his spine as he leaned forward into Poseidon.

The god's arms wrapped around him and had kept him close as he shivered from the water, but the warmth of his chest was enough to make Odysseus melt like he was seafoam.

"Odysseus..." Poseidon cooed as he let a wet hand twirl into his husband's brown and silver locks. "Look at me, my pearl."

And so he did. His met Poseidon's eyes with his, about to say something to him before he left cold lips meet his, his breathe sweeping out of his lungs and felt Poseidon lean him against the wall of the cliff. Odysseus' head was leaning back on the edge they had both stepped off of, and suddenly he felt something licking the bottom his lip.

Instinctively, he had open his mouth, and felt something warm slip in.

Poseidon's tongue leaned into the back of his throat and Odysseus felt every prickle of heat run down his body as arousal swelled in him, his hands desperately looking for Poseidon's head before he grabbed the back of his hair.

The sea god has been planning for this, he must have, but there was a sense of rush in his actions like he was just as desperate as Odysseus. He had been craving him for a while, it seems, and the taste of his mouth was enough to send him further.

Odysseus eventually found himself unable to breathe like this, slowly pulling back away from the kiss as he stared up at him and let saliva break between the two.

"What has you so feverish, my darling?" Odysseus mumbled against Poseidon's lips, receiving a low sound from him.

"It's been too long since we have let ourselves get lost in each other," Poseidon answered, leaving a few kisses along Odysseus' jaw. "I almost forgot what you felt like... Tasted like."

As he said that, he gave Odysseus a firm bite on his shoulder and received a yelp, enough to draw a small amount of red from the bite marks of his fangs, sucking the blood from the wound.

"You always do that," Odysseus whined quietly. "Bite me before you let yourself give in, like you're marking me each time. Was our wedding not enough to prove to everyone that I am yours?"

"No," Poseidon said flatly. "I will leave as many marks as I please, so no man or woman thinks of taking you under their sheets."

Gods above.

He wouldn't ever admit it, but Poseidon's possessiveness coming out no matter the time it was always sent some sort of shiver down his body, and he loved everything about it.

It was something he could forever listen to, even if it meant everyone saw how Poseidon wanted them to know he was his, he would let it happen.

The thought of it often swirled in his mind like the water that was surrounding them. Before he could think any further, he felt a brush of Poseidon's hand between his legs and spreading them open.

"This might feel unusual, so brace yourself," Poseidon said quickly.

Odysseus was confused at the vague warning before he felt a shift beneath the water, as if it was suddenly coming alive.

There was an undeniable sensation wrapping around his body, an invisible force that kept him pinned against the wall with something squeezing around his thighs and spreading his legs apart.

Poseidon swam dangerously close to his body, his head lowering with a sultry look in his eyes that made Odysseus feel like he was about to be eaten alive. He could see a smile in his eyes as the god's head was completely submerged under the water.

Since it was dark, he would usually have a hard time identifying where Poseidon was, but he could see the god's gill slits glowing dimly, and then he saw his eyes. Those deep blue eyes that faded into a seafoam color at the edges, white pupils staring straight through him.

Odysseus attempted to move but the water kept him in place, a tentacle-like limb forming from water and squeezing his wrists together to prevent him from attempting anything else.

The sea god's face slowly peaked out of the water, smiling like he had just caught something in a trap he worked hard on. "You have to relax, my seashell," He said lowly. "I can't prepare you properly if you don't. But in the meantime..."

His head lowered back down underneath the water and Odysseus was about to open his mouth before he felt a brush across his embarrassingly hard dick, feeling something solid like teeth.

A whimper escaped him as he felt heat pool in his belly, blood rushing through his crotch. He wasn't used to this, being restricted by his husband's power and presented to him like he was all for him to use.

But he didn't find any problem with it.

Suddenly the sensation disappeared for a few seconds before feeling a mouth swallow his cock, his tip touching the back of what he knew was Poseidon's throat. His body was melting already and he had barely done anything.

He could see Poseidon's head leaning forward until his nose touched above his crotch then pulled back, but not enough to come off of the tip. His head went back and forth, slowly, as if teasing him, preparing him for something.

It was driving Odysseus mad. His head leaned back as he swallowed away moans that could be all too loud for others to hear in their sleep, his slowly feeling as if they were numbing from how tight the water held him.

Suddenly there's was a sensation creeping underneath his thighs, past them and—

Something slipped inside him.

It was thick and cold, it's presence rather forcing itself in than welcoming, sending Odysseus to jolt up and let out a strained moan.

He glanced down at Poseidon, who had a mischievous glint in his eye that sent his stomach twisting in itself, his head still slowly bobbing up and down his hardened cock that throbbed at the feeling of his mouth.

What Odysseus assumed to be a thick form of water had started to push itself deeper into him, feeling himself stretch out as it slipped past him like it was nothing, and gods it felt like the water pushing into him was getting warmer as if Poseidon's body was still part of it.

It curled into itself so more could fit inside him and he could have sworn he felt a small stretch beneath his skin. It was much too big for him, but the water didn't seem to care.

Gods he felt like a toy being played with.

Each stroke of Poseidon's mouth had made him feel mindless, feeling precum slowly dribbling out of him and into his mouth as if he was trying to get it out of him, and he felt like he was about to, as tiny splurts of come started to leak through from the stretching and warmth from his husband's mouth

Just when he thought this was all it, Poseidon's head lifted from the water and a playful smile spread across teeth, almost prideful, like he had done something right.

Odysseus felt so hazy with lust as the thick tentacle made of water spread his hole out, his half flaccid cock now reawakening as a sudden jolt hit through his body and it took every damn fiber in his body to not let himself come from that.

It had hit his prostate in a certain way that only Poseidon knew about and left his body trembling as the water hit it a good few times, slowly but hard, as if testing and making sure it was right. Suddenly the water from his wrists melted away from him, but his thighs were still squeezed and spread apart.

"P— hhh— Poseidon—" Odysseus said breathlessly. "Why do you tease my body like this?"

"I needed to prepare you," Poseidon said simply. "I told you this, didn't I?"

"Yes, husband, you did," the mortal groaned softly. "But I feel like I am aching. I feel as though I'm close to ecstasy and then you strip it from me."

Poseidon relished it whenever Odysseus was whining from being denied any sort of release, knowing this these kinds of buttons he was pushing would get him right where he wanted.

The god didn't respond to the mortals whining cries, instead he stared down at his scarred body like a hungry man. He could see the water squeezing onto him like prey being held in a trap until they beg to let go.

Odysseus' eyes were half lidded when he looked up at him, his chest going slowly up and down from his heavy breathing and the shiver of the cold ocean surrounding them, and he could see how perked up his body was from it.

He was perfect.

He was ready.

Poseidon didn't waste any time before the water slipped out of Odysseus just as fast as it entered, leaving him feel empty. The water shifted Odysseus and lifted him enough to wrap his legs around his waist perfectly.

The mortal gasped as more cold water rushed across his skin and sent prickles through out his body, his hair dipping into the water as he was still pinned.

Odysseus made a desperate attempt to hold onto Poseidon and dug his nails into his shoulders to keep himself up right so his head wouldn't submerge in the water.

Poseidon chuckled, his hands traveling from the thickest part of this thighs to his ass, gripping onto it as he let his own hardened cock search for the hole, and finally, it sunk in and filled Odysseus like he wanted.

A desperate moan escaped him and he held onto Poseidon tighter. He had waited for Odysseys to say something that would indicate him to stop or give him time to adjust, but after nothing was said, he continued.

And gods.

Odysseus felt Poseidon's dick suddenly thrust into him, a slow but hard pace that hit every right spot and it drove Odysseus insane, his head leaning into Poseidon's wet skin.

It had stayed like that, the gravity of the water around him making it all the more blissful.

He had slowed down his pace to some degree, and oddly enough, he was enjoying it, the cold of the water hitting against his skin in contrast to Poseidon's hot length burrowing deep into his stomach before pulling out and giving a hard, firm thrust again.

Odysseus moaned quietly into his shoulder, mumbling words quietly like he was a saint praying to himself while committing such sin.

But he wasn't praying, just his mind being fogged by arousal and feeling the shockwaves of Poseidon's dick going through his lower body with each thrust.

Poseidon left kisses along his neck and left dark marks on his throat and shoulder, growling softly as he moved Odysseus' body so it was easier to fuck him, but he needed more.

He wanted to cherish this man.

In a swift motion, Poseidon had lifted himself from the water and pinned Odysseus back to the wall of the edge, now taller and towering over Odysseus, his eyes looking down at him with his cock still filling his husband.

But now it felt like he was bigger. He was stretching Odysseus out and the king wasn't used to it, but he would be lying if he said it didn't feel good.

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