[ With that first roll of hips, he doesn't refrain from moaning deeply, even letting it escape somewhat broken-up (in a good way). Encouraging hums and other sounds of happiness escaping him as the pace immediately picks up, his legs not hesitating to pull his lover closer.
His head slides to the side enough to give Khnum room to work, and there's no way he isn't going to allow that mark to stay for a while. It will be a wonderful sight to enjoy in the mirror later. Also, that hand earns the movement of Ḥeḥ's hips; each thrust is met part of the way, muscles clenching just enough to heighten the pleasure for Khnum. The better it feels, the harder those nails start to dig in, though always mindful of his lover's limitations—yes, Khnum's a god, but Ḥeḥ could easily do more damage than would be fun.
But, the scratches will be there later, a stinging reminder of this moment, whenever Khnum showers (which Ḥeḥ would thoroughly enjoy being there for, unsurprisingly). His other hand yanks on the god's hair, encouraging and further showing how amazing it all feels. And the god's name escapes his lips, between words of encouragement and agreement (as well as the occasional swear), more times than he's bothering to keep up with, right now. ]
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His head slides to the side enough to give Khnum room to work, and there's no way he isn't going to allow that mark to stay for a while. It will be a wonderful sight to enjoy in the mirror later. Also, that hand earns the movement of Ḥeḥ's hips; each thrust is met part of the way, muscles clenching just enough to heighten the pleasure for Khnum. The better it feels, the harder those nails start to dig in, though always mindful of his lover's limitations—yes, Khnum's a god, but Ḥeḥ could easily do more damage than would be fun.
But, the scratches will be there later, a stinging reminder of this moment, whenever Khnum showers (which Ḥeḥ would thoroughly enjoy being there for, unsurprisingly). His other hand yanks on the god's hair, encouraging and further showing how amazing it all feels. And the god's name escapes his lips, between words of encouragement and agreement (as well as the occasional swear), more times than he's bothering to keep up with, right now. ]