[ There's no way Khnum would leave him empty and unsatisfied for long, never has and never will. The time apart makes him just as eager as Ḥeḥ is to become one in this manner. He isn't sure he could hold out long but the good thing about being a god, the stamina to go many rounds which is what Khnum is planning for tonight.
How right this feels. Ḥeḥ's heat surrounding him in different ways and it makes it seem as if he's been cold since his lover parted. He pours everything into that kiss. All the longing, the love, the happiness and desperation that has made up his life both with and without this god beneath him.
For just a moment, Khnum doesn't move. Just relishes in the heat surrounding him, the nails in is back, the legs arouns his waist, the words in languages even Khnum has left to the wayside. Those emotions brushing against his own are magnificent and he drinks them in as if he's been parched forever.
Then finally, he rolls his hips. Giving them what they both need so fiercely. Even now, he still knows exactly how to move to bring out the most pleasure - to aim for that bundle of nerves with every stroke. It's a steady pace because now that they've come this far, even Khnum's control for slow is breaking.
He moves to suck a mark high on Ḥeḥ's neck where it will be visible even with most clothing. The hand still wrapped around his lover's erection begins to move in sync with his hips. ]
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How right this feels. Ḥeḥ's heat surrounding him in different ways and it makes it seem as if he's been cold since his lover parted. He pours everything into that kiss. All the longing, the love, the happiness and desperation that has made up his life both with and without this god beneath him.
For just a moment, Khnum doesn't move. Just relishes in the heat surrounding him, the nails in is back, the legs arouns his waist, the words in languages even Khnum has left to the wayside. Those emotions brushing against his own are magnificent and he drinks them in as if he's been parched forever.
Then finally, he rolls his hips. Giving them what they both need so fiercely. Even now, he still knows exactly how to move to bring out the most pleasure - to aim for that bundle of nerves with every stroke. It's a steady pace because now that they've come this far, even Khnum's control for slow is breaking.
He moves to suck a mark high on Ḥeḥ's neck where it will be visible even with most clothing. The hand still wrapped around his lover's erection begins to move in sync with his hips. ]