[ Well, that's certainly enough to get him to stop thinking about it. His breath catches at the fluttering kisses, his gaze softening on Khnum. He holds a blink and nods, not an ounce of argument within him. That second sentence, after all, is painfully correct.
He tangles his fingers in those locks, affectionately combing through them. He gasps as Khnum presses his hips closer, shivering just slightly and daring to tease with a press of his own hips. The clothes won't allow for nearly as much satisfaction, he knows.
Each kiss has his chest fluttering a bit, heat curling in the pit of his stomach as he tugs that shirt away completely. His hands slide over Khnum's chest, gaze sliding over the opposite form with open affection and adoration, even with those fresh scars. His body, of course, doesn't have a single scar - kind of difficult to get those, in his case.
And those words being timed this way have him talking without thinking as much. ]
Every day... [ fingers ghosting over any part of Khnum he can reach now ] You were always there, in my mind...
[ Then his plan is working, clearly. That sound is music to his ears and he adores the look upon his lover's face, he intends to see them all again. Maybe not all of them tonight but certainly some of the best ones.
He rocks his hips down slowly, taking his time with the movement. Khnum's lips dance lightly over Ḥeḥ's neck, across his collar bone, down his pec until he comes to a nipple. Then he nips lightly with teeth.
The hand he isn't using to hold himself up travels lower to start working on removing those pesky pants even if Khnum does still absolutely intend to take his time as he said. No one said it had to be with clothes on at all. Also, if Ḥeḥ wants to heal those scars all Khnum will say about it is a cheesy: time does heal all wounds.
Humming while his mouth, teeth and tongue work that nipple. ]
Will you stay with me until the end? [ Whatever end that might eventually be. ]
[ Yeah, he saw that coming... And he pays for that daring move in the form of letting out a broken-up sound that edges close to being a moan. That slow rock of hips is... really tempting him to cave and press up with more force. To think the one being that would genuinely come so close to threatening his patience... would be the one he has the most patience for, all the same.
And his breaths are already coming out faster, cheeks seemingly with a permanent flush, from the teasing nips. He lifts his hips again, this time to help with removing his pants. Damn if he doesn't wind up too distracted to return the favor, though... At least for the moment. The combination of teeth and tongue has him outright shuddering, a broken moan escaping.
There's not a moment's hesitation before he answers that question. ]
Yes...
[ His eyes open as he seems to realize the way he answered that, but then he looks down, sliding his hand across the side of Khnum's face, answering again, gaze softened. ]
Beautiful. [ The sound or his lover's body? The answer to that is yes. Nope, he'll grip Ḥeḥ's hip to keep him from driving upward again because he meant it when he said he was going to take the other apart. Slowly. They could rush through this first time but Khnum wants to savor every millisecond.
Khnum shifts his attention to the other poor unattended nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other. Must keep it even. He'll slide off all the offending pieces of fabric and not even he can keep himself from running his fingers over the newly exposed flesh. Though not where Ḥeḥ likely wants his touch most.
A weight lifts from his shoulders at that answer. Red eyes looking up at his lover's face. ]
I love you. [ Shifting his head just enough to press a kiss to the palm of that hand. ]
[ The resistance against moving his hips is not a surprise, though there's a hint of retaliation in the form of nails lightly scraping over Khnum's arm. There's the faintest hint of a whine at the treatment to the other nipple, body shifting a little restlessly now.
Khnum definitely isn't wrong about where his lover most wants the touch to be... and the look in his eyes is getting more and more telling of it. A hint of desperation, longing, considerable adoration...
Which only becomes more so when he hears those next words. His next breath out is shaky before he quickly leans up to steal those lips with his own. He pulls back just enough to speak, voice just above a whisper. ]
'Ahbik...
[ His hands are moving to Khnum's pants next, lips ghosting over his lover's neck. ]
...'iilaa...
[ He nips at his ear now, whispering directly into it. ]
[ Ah, those nails have him moaning this time and without shame or holding back. It truly has been too long since they've touched each other. He smiles against Ḥeḥ's skin at the whine but there is still much to do before he gives in to what they both want and need.
Khnum is easily drawn into that gaze, those eyes upon him looking at him in such a manner. Yet he holds strong on intending to ravish his beloved slowly. So far.
The kiss is eagerly returned, Khnum stretching up to grant the unspoken request. His body shivers at the words, arching into the fingers looking to remove his final piece of clothing as Ḥeḥ lavishes attention on him with each phrase.
He will only be of minor help in that endeavor - also known as, Khnum not making it more difficult than it should be. ]
Allaena!
[ Sweet words whispered in that language, accompanied with those movements all done by his lover. Khnum is weak to all of it.
Extremely weak considering that critfail after the 17 roll. He leans down to entangle their lips and kiss Ḥeḥ passionately. A hand shifts to where his lover wants it, fingers curling around the member gently at first before sliding to the head. ]
[ He knows he's smiling, and that manages to have a smile tugging at his own lips, unable to deny the part of him that feels the same way - wanting to let this moment stretch as long as possible.
But that part remains at war with the part bordering around desperate for more. His... kryptonite, as some humans might call it, unsurprisingly is his lover, through and through. The touches, the sweet sounds, the passion...
A deep moan escapes into the kiss and he outright yanks Khnum back down, using one of his feet to push those pants all the way down. He lets one hand slide down and over the other god's ass, hips jerking at the touch, clearly betraying his need for so much more. He breaks the kiss just enough to nip at Khnum's bottom lip, chuckling breathlessly. There's some definite faux innocence in the next question. ]
[ Making his lover smile is definitely up at the top of the list of expressions Khnum wants to see. Even if it isn't the first time since they reunited.
Khnum is acutely aware that his lover wants it both ways - to lovingly shatter him into pieces at such an agonizingly slow pace even a time god will be crying out with impatience and yet also wanting all of Khnum is willing to give as soon as possible. Considering what he's willing to give is everything... he wants to see the other fall apart in his hands so he can put Ḥeḥ back together after the climax.
There's an amused sound at the way Ḥeḥ removes his pants and even in this day and age, Khnum doesn't wear underwear so less work there. Meaning he makes that sound into their kiss. The hand on his ass has him rolling his own hips down, letting their erections brush together and he lets out a moan. His grip on Ḥeḥ's dick tightens just right in retaliation for that faux innocence. ]
You know I do, hubun. But I haven't taken you apart yet and I am a god of my word.
[ He nips Ḥeḥ's bottom lip before he... slides down his lover's body with a smirk and licks the head of that gripped member all while keeping his gaze on that golden one. ]
[ He clearly appreciates the lack of underwear and doesn't hesitate to lightly drag his nails over the freshly exposed skin. Though the movements turn a little uneven as those hips roll against his own, and then there's that tightening grip on his dick.
As he chokes out a moan, he leans up to bite down his lover's shoulder, only leaning back to give the tiniest smirk in response to those words. Though the smirk is being met with a smirk, and his cheeks darken a little more as Khnum brazenly licks the tip of his dick. That gaze locked onto his has him crumbling a little faster than he otherwise would. The moan that escapes is much louder than anything he's dared to let out so far. One hand curls against the ground.
Meanwhile, his other hand grips the other god's hair. He fights to stop his hips from jerking too much, only to fail that particular battle. ]
Khnum... shit...
[ It could almost feel embarrassing to be this responsive to a mere lick, but... given who it is, given how long it's been... ]
[ Nails, yes. He loves when they rake over his ass, idly hopes they leave marks that make it a little painful to sit down properly. Even if not, there's plenty of opportunities later.
The bite though, that has him huffing out a moan against his lover's cheek before a quick kiss gets dropped there. Gods, he missed Ḥeḥ so much. Not just the sex but the sass and essentially everything that makes up Ḥeḥ to begin with. Someone who blushes at his flirts, who gives as good as he gets and always has. He drinks in every movement, every expression, every sound like he's been without water his whole life.
Khnum's head leans into that hand in his hair just a little and he doesn't attempt to stop the jerking hips at all. One thing he's good at - taking Ḥeḥ's length. ]
We've only just gotten started, sweetheart. You haven't forgotten one of my many old roles, have you?
[ The bastard, he knows Ḥeḥ hasn't forgotten that particular part about him. Just the way Khnum hasn't forgotten how to deep-throat his lover in one go. Which he's proving right now. ]
[ Well, if that's what he wants... that's what he'll be getting. It's a good thing they're both gods, too; the force would be enough to outright cut a human, but... Khnum will just find it a bit more uncomfortable to sit. And Ḥeḥ... might like leaving such dark lines, even more than he'd openly admit. And he might... possibly be wanting to leave some for others to be able to see later. Even knowing there's very little chance for someone else coming along, there's... a certain thrill to the idea of seeing one well after all of this. But, maybe later...
For now? He's completely distracted by those words that earn a quiet, breathless laugh. ]
How... could I?
[ Which is all he can say before he's gasping and moaning, hips bucking slightly, right on into that wonderful mouth. His back threatens to arch already, head tilting back as nails bite into Khnum's shoulder. The hand in his lover's hair tightens its grip enough to possibly sting by now. Not that he seems to even realize it, at least at first... He does release a slow, uneven breath, that hand sliding to gently caress the other god's cheek, gesture loving. ]
[ Good thing he had hardly any sitting plans in store for the next twenty-four hours, at least. Khnum will absolutely take advantage of his lover and sprawl across his lap even when they aren't making up for lost time this way. He's also onboard for having marks that will be visible even when wearing clothing later but Ḥeḥ will have to settle for places he can reach at the moment. As for being seen out here like this... Let them. Okay no, Khnum would rather this sight of his lover be just for him.
Khnum only hums around his lover's length, not willing to part with it for words at the minute.
He takes the bucking with ease, only placing a single hand gently on Ḥeḥ's hip to steady him a little. And moans when those nails find his shoulder, pulling back just to do it again only after swirling his tongue over the tip first - cheeks hollowing to ensure the most friction and maximum pleasure.
Red eyes continue to watch his lover's face and as he's continuously deep-throating Ḥeḥ, a slick finger probes his entrance. Khnum times it perfectly. Going down on Ḥeḥ and that finger sliding in with the just exact crook to hit that bundle of nerves. ]
[ The hum has him gasping out loud, quietly moaning out his lover's name. But damn if Khnum isn't proving how well his memory works when it comes to Ḥeḥ's pleasure. If his entire being wasn't so preoccupied, maybe he'd feel a little more flustered over this, but... really, he can't even begin to think about anything or anyone else.
And the finger is more than welcome, all things considered. He dimly thinks to try relaxing those muscles as much as he can manage, and starts to succeed... Until he's officially blinded by pleasure for a moment. That bundle of nerves has him pretty much choking out a quiet gasp, body shifting against Khnum, a touch restless and very much revealing that he's absolutely craving more.
More of his lover, to finally have what his memories threatened to taunt him with, every time he even briefly thought of the other god.
But that wicked mouth ensures all he can manage to vocalize is slightly rapid breaths, the occasional swear, and quiet moans. He's still trying not to be too loud, just for the sake of not drawing somebody out there, but damn if Khnum isn't making that... a little unfairly difficult. ]
[ It's beautiful. The sight Ḥeḥ on the shore of his Nile, painted in the soft light of the moon, stripped naked, writhing from his touches, creating a song of his name and pleasured sounds, and falling apart in such a magnificent way is the most beautiful thing Khnum has ever seen. Will ever see. Seeing it again makes all that waiting absolutely worth it.
Not to mention catching Ḥeḥ off-guard with anything is just a simple joy in his life. He keeps up all of his loving administrations a single minute longer and not a second more. Khnum licks his way back up to the head of his lover's cock, finger still pressing against those nerves with every stroke.
Then his head turns to press a kiss against Ḥeḥ's inner thigh before biting there gently. ]
I could watch you like this forever. [ Spoken softly, lovingly and a little bit hoarse considering what he'd just been using his mouth for.
More kisses and nipping along the inner thigh as he slides a second lubricated finger in. Time to properly stretch his lover for what will absolutely come soon. ]
Will you let me watch you until the end of time, qalbi?
[ Khnum shifts part of his body so that his own hard erection is pressed up against one of Ḥeḥ's legs. He knows he doesn't need to show just how turned on by watching, by giving pleasure - his lover already knows what he does to Khnum. But a reminder is always nice. ]
[ His back arches a bit more, eyes closing and expression openly one of pleasure. No shame - only trust in being able to let go around the god. His fingers alternate between tugging - outright yanking a bit - and affectionately caressing whatever part of Khnum's face they can reach. When his lover's mouth presses against his thigh instead, and even as the mouth slowed to that stop, he ignores that near-carnal feeling of disappointment.
There's something far, far better coming and he's happy to forgo this form of release for that. And, while he could technically make his body ready, he can't deny the... actual fun of letting this process happen. There's the bare hint of shyness at those words, though he's letting out a slightly faster breath when he feels the second finger.
With a quiet sound, he holds a blink, and then he locks eyes with Khnum, gaze softening. ]
... Please do? [ biting at his bottom lip, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his mouth ] You're the only one... I've ever wanted to, Khnum.
[ Damn that sure is a reminder. He shivers, swallowing a little thickly, hand reaching up to gently brush his fingers through Khnum's hair. ]
[ His gaze travels down that arching body, mesmerized by the way the light moves across dark skin. Going further down to the sight of the organ that's glistening still with his saliva and is tempted to taste the white liquid gathering at the tip again. But he refrains. For now.
He loves this god beneath him, more than words can express but he says them anyway. Khnum would die if this god stopped existing for even one second because his heart would simply refuse to beat again. He can live without him so long as he still exists somewhere but Khnum is happiest when they're together.
At the confession he moves to the other leg, sucking in the skin there to leave a mark no one else will see but them. ]
Then I will. [ Time to lavish more attention to this side as that third finger slips inside with the others. The last one. They're so close to what they both want now. ] The only one ever, Huh?
[ Yes that was done on Purpose because he has to be like that even now of all times. His voice takes on a teasing tone but it's still loaded with love, affection and desperate need. ]
Ever is a long time. Had you been staring at me from across the dunes since we came to Earth? [ Now he licks the head of his cock while keeping eye contact.]
Or were you staring at me from across time? [ Either answer will honestly pleased the fuck out of Khnum. ]
[ A quiet gasp-like moan is the reward for leaving that mark, and his hips shift when the third finger slides in. His face turns another shade darker as he's asked that very pointed question. The teasing earns narrowed eyes and his muscles clenching around the fingers, though his expression softens almost immediately after. Not even an ounce of genuine annoyance here... even with the hint of softened fluster.
But then he's left watching his lover lick the head of his dick, gaze resting on his own. He can feel butterflies in the pit of his stomach as he lets out a slow, faintly unsteady breath. ]
... Time.
[ Warmth touches his gaze, through the hints of shyness and obvious desire and physical longing. Love, honest and pure in many ways. Unconditional and never with expectations... It's all there, in both his expression and in his eyes. ]
Kunt 'antuzrik... Khnum. [ brushing fingers down the side of the god's neck ] Bisaeada.
[ Going to wiggle those fingers when his lover tightens around them but Khnum enjoys their back-and-forth teasing even during their intimate moments. His head will tilt just enough to lightly graze his teeth over the shaft of Ḥeḥ's erection. A sparkle in his eyes as he does so but also a gread deal of adoration present too.
Khnum's heart skips a beat at the answer to his question, then proceeds to beat out a fluttering rhythm. His fingers twist to press against that bundle of nerves again to award the true patience of this god for waiting all that time. ]
Taw'am ruwhi.
[ Red eyes flash green, blue hair turns pale just for a second but the devotion in his gaze doesn't waver a single iota. Fingers slip out of his lover, knowing it will leave Ḥeḥ feeling empty but Khnum is already moving to fix that problem.
He shifts to wrap his lover's legs around his own waist, idles his way back up to press a deep passionate kiss to Ḥeḥ's lips - tongue seeking warmth inside the other's mouth. Lines his already lubricated erection and slides home in one single slow thrust while wrapping a hand around his love's at the same time. ]
I love you. [ Is whispered with devotion against Ḥeḥ's lips in Sumerian, in Egyptian and then in Arabic. ]
[ He releases a gasp that quickly evolves into a moan as his hips shift, grinding a bit against that hand. And his own gaze doesn't leave his lover's as he does, even when the fingers leave him with an instantaneous aching, a raw longing, for more.
Both legs wrap easily around the opposite form, and he's very much sinking into the kiss, tongue playfully fighting Khnum's in a faux battle for dominance within the kiss. Really, every part of him is far-too-happy giving up some form of control, even if just for fleeting moments, comparatively.
A sharp breath of pleasure escapes against the opposite pair of lips as he closes his eyes and absolutely relishes the feeling. His hands slide up Khnum's back, nails biting the skin as he relaxes against his lover a little. Khnum might be getting gently nudged by some of what his lover is feeling - emotions such as love, trust, adoration, and everything between. The words are returned, only... some of his repetitions are in languages that are long lost to man. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ This, right here, is the only music Khnum will ever need. It doesn't even have to be these particular sounds or words - just so long as it comes from his lover. Anything that falls from Ḥeḥ's lips is simply perfect.
He smirks into Ḥeḥ's neck as those legs around his waist drag him down, when the head tilts to give him better access. At such an offer, Khnum will absolutely litter so many marks down the side of his lover's neck for him to look at later. Feeling Ḥeḥ tighten around him earns a string of curses muttered into skin but all to the tune of "fuck yes, just like that". Groans and moans intersperse the cursing as he twists the hand on Ḥeḥ's erection every now and then.
Feeling those nails in his back, the yanks to his hair has his hips stuttering occasionally because - fuck, he loves this god so much. And Khnum drags this out, fingers tightening at the base of Ḥeḥ's cock every so often to keep him from coming too soon. Shifts his hips to avoid that bundle of nerves at the same time to make absolutely certain to not let this end just yet. Bringing Ḥeḥ to the very edge only to deny completion a few times so that his lover becomes a writhing, sensual mess beneath him.
And then, as Ḥeḥ is rising to the climax for the umpteenth time, stops holding back - quits teasing Ḥeḥ by prolonging this just once more. Striking both his prostrate and squeezing his erection just right at the same time he whispers: ]
Taeal min 'ajlay habibi.
[ Which, Khnum has perfectly timed this so Ḥeḥ will orgasm at the exact second every clock in Cairo will chime midnight. ]
[ There's not an ounce of surprise towards Khnum putting the effort into preventing Ḥeḥ from finishing, just yet. And he knows his lover is having the time of his godly life over it, when his moans shift to reveal how much of a mess he's made him. They become a bit more drawn-out, deeper, a touch of desperation being allowed to enter them.
Khnum truly is the only one who'd ever be allowed to see this side of him, so... why not let him see everything, feel everything. Know just how much of an impact he has. And the timing—there's no way he wouldn't know Khnum did it intentionally. But is he mad about it?
Not even close. If anything, he's responding with an eager affirmation, words of love, the god's name never far behind any of it. His back arches, body pressing even closer to the opposite form. His mouth presses firmly against Khnum's shoulder as he bites down, though without bothering to muffle his cry.
All the while, his muscles squeeze his lover's dick, his hips continuing to move until he knows Khnum is done, too. ]
[ He promised to take his lover apart and put him back together, Khnum is only delivering on that. His eyes rake down Ḥeḥ's body as it bucks and moves against his before his gaze setttles on the other's face. Stunning perfection that he commits to memory.
It's been so long. Too long. All of this is something Khnum wants to drink in, to absorb and hold on to. Knowing that Ḥeḥ is giving it all so freely to him is a wonder he'll never get over.
Of course Khnum knows that Ḥeḥ knows this was intentionally timed. Very hard to not know on either side. Mostly it's because he wants to here Ḥeḥ cry out without fear of someone accidentally hearing him outside of their little bubble. Also because it amuses the fuck out of Khnum. Teasing even in the throes of passion.
He hears the cry very close to his ear, feels teeth sink into his flesh, fluid spill over his hand, and his dick grasped tight by familiar heat. It's enough to make him come undone as well, thrusting one last time as he follows his lover over the edge, also half-moaning Ḥeḥ's name as he does so. ]
[ That's the side of him that Ḥeḥ will never grow tired of; the part willing to tease him even at times like this. Plus, he can't say he minded being able to cry out without fear of a human hearing them. He could have managed preventing it as well, but... that way was more amusing, yeah.
And as his lover comes undone, he's already pulling back to capture Khnum's face with some lazy kisses and a smile. Once the moment passes, he slides one hand over the side of the god's face. He leans to brush their lips together with a content sigh, voice softened. ]
I love you, Khnum...
[ He lets his head rest on the ground properly, both hands resting against Khnum's face now. There's zero shyness as he simply admires his lover. His next words are just above a whisper. ]
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He tangles his fingers in those locks, affectionately combing through them. He gasps as Khnum presses his hips closer, shivering just slightly and daring to tease with a press of his own hips. The clothes won't allow for nearly as much satisfaction, he knows.
Each kiss has his chest fluttering a bit, heat curling in the pit of his stomach as he tugs that shirt away completely. His hands slide over Khnum's chest, gaze sliding over the opposite form with open affection and adoration, even with those fresh scars. His body, of course, doesn't have a single scar - kind of difficult to get those, in his case.
And those words being timed this way have him talking without thinking as much. ]
Every day... [ fingers ghosting over any part of Khnum he can reach now ] You were always there, in my mind...
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He rocks his hips down slowly, taking his time with the movement. Khnum's lips dance lightly over Ḥeḥ's neck, across his collar bone, down his pec until he comes to a nipple. Then he nips lightly with teeth.
The hand he isn't using to hold himself up travels lower to start working on removing those pesky pants even if Khnum does still absolutely intend to take his time as he said. No one said it had to be with clothes on at all. Also, if Ḥeḥ wants to heal those scars all Khnum will say about it is a cheesy: time does heal all wounds.
Humming while his mouth, teeth and tongue work that nipple. ]
Will you stay with me until the end? [ Whatever end that might eventually be. ]
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And his breaths are already coming out faster, cheeks seemingly with a permanent flush, from the teasing nips. He lifts his hips again, this time to help with removing his pants. Damn if he doesn't wind up too distracted to return the favor, though... At least for the moment. The combination of teeth and tongue has him outright shuddering, a broken moan escaping.
There's not a moment's hesitation before he answers that question. ]
Yes...
[ His eyes open as he seems to realize the way he answered that, but then he looks down, sliding his hand across the side of Khnum's face, answering again, gaze softened. ]
Until the end.
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Khnum shifts his attention to the other poor unattended nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other. Must keep it even. He'll slide off all the offending pieces of fabric and not even he can keep himself from running his fingers over the newly exposed flesh. Though not where Ḥeḥ likely wants his touch most.
A weight lifts from his shoulders at that answer. Red eyes looking up at his lover's face. ]
I love you. [ Shifting his head just enough to press a kiss to the palm of that hand. ]
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Khnum definitely isn't wrong about where his lover most wants the touch to be... and the look in his eyes is getting more and more telling of it. A hint of desperation, longing, considerable adoration...
Which only becomes more so when he hears those next words. His next breath out is shaky before he quickly leans up to steal those lips with his own. He pulls back just enough to speak, voice just above a whisper. ]
'Ahbik...
[ His hands are moving to Khnum's pants next, lips ghosting over his lover's neck. ]
...'iilaa...
[ He nips at his ear now, whispering directly into it. ]
... al'abad.
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Khnum is easily drawn into that gaze, those eyes upon him looking at him in such a manner. Yet he holds strong on intending to ravish his beloved slowly. So far.
The kiss is eagerly returned, Khnum stretching up to grant the unspoken request. His body shivers at the words, arching into the fingers looking to remove his final piece of clothing as Ḥeḥ lavishes attention on him with each phrase.
He will only be of minor help in that endeavor - also known as, Khnum not making it more difficult than it should be. ]
Allaena!
[ Sweet words whispered in that language, accompanied with those movements all done by his lover. Khnum is weak to all of it.
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considering that critfail after the 17 roll. He leans down to entangle their lips and kiss Ḥeḥ passionately. A hand shifts to where his lover wants it, fingers curling around the member gently at first before sliding to the head. ]no subject
But that part remains at war with the part bordering around desperate for more. His... kryptonite, as some humans might call it, unsurprisingly is his lover, through and through. The touches, the sweet sounds, the passion...
A deep moan escapes into the kiss and he outright yanks Khnum back down, using one of his feet to push those pants all the way down. He lets one hand slide down and over the other god's ass, hips jerking at the touch, clearly betraying his need for so much more. He breaks the kiss just enough to nip at Khnum's bottom lip, chuckling breathlessly. There's some definite faux innocence in the next question. ]
I take it you liked that?
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Khnum is acutely aware that his lover wants it both ways - to lovingly shatter him into pieces at such an agonizingly slow pace even a time god will be crying out with impatience and yet also wanting all of Khnum is willing to give as soon as possible. Considering what he's willing to give is everything... he wants to see the other fall apart in his hands so he can put Ḥeḥ back together after the climax.
There's an amused sound at the way Ḥeḥ removes his pants and even in this day and age, Khnum doesn't wear underwear so less work there. Meaning he makes that sound into their kiss. The hand on his ass has him rolling his own hips down, letting their erections brush together and he lets out a moan. His grip on Ḥeḥ's dick tightens just right in retaliation for that faux innocence. ]
You know I do, hubun. But I haven't taken you apart yet and I am a god of my word.
[ He nips Ḥeḥ's bottom lip before he... slides down his lover's body with a smirk and licks the head of that gripped member all while keeping his gaze on that golden one. ]
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As he chokes out a moan, he leans up to bite down his lover's shoulder, only leaning back to give the tiniest smirk in response to those words. Though the smirk is being met with a smirk, and his cheeks darken a little more as Khnum brazenly licks the tip of his dick. That gaze locked onto his has him crumbling a little faster than he otherwise would. The moan that escapes is much louder than anything he's dared to let out so far. One hand curls against the ground.
Meanwhile, his other hand grips the other god's hair. He fights to stop his hips from jerking too much, only to fail that particular battle. ]
Khnum... shit...
[ It could almost feel embarrassing to be this responsive to a mere lick, but... given who it is, given how long it's been... ]
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The bite though, that has him huffing out a moan against his lover's cheek before a quick kiss gets dropped there. Gods, he missed Ḥeḥ so much. Not just the sex but the sass and essentially everything that makes up Ḥeḥ to begin with. Someone who blushes at his flirts, who gives as good as he gets and always has. He drinks in every movement, every expression, every sound like he's been without water his whole life.
Khnum's head leans into that hand in his hair just a little and he doesn't attempt to stop the jerking hips at all. One thing he's good at - taking Ḥeḥ's length. ]
We've only just gotten started, sweetheart. You haven't forgotten one of my many old roles, have you?
[ The bastard, he knows Ḥeḥ hasn't forgotten that particular part about him. Just the way Khnum hasn't forgotten how to deep-throat his lover in one go. Which he's proving right now. ]
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For now? He's completely distracted by those words that earn a quiet, breathless laugh. ]
How... could I?
[ Which is all he can say before he's gasping and moaning, hips bucking slightly, right on into that wonderful mouth. His back threatens to arch already, head tilting back as nails bite into Khnum's shoulder. The hand in his lover's hair tightens its grip enough to possibly sting by now. Not that he seems to even realize it, at least at first... He does release a slow, uneven breath, that hand sliding to gently caress the other god's cheek, gesture loving. ]
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Khnum only hums around his lover's length, not willing to part with it for words at the minute.
He takes the bucking with ease, only placing a single hand gently on Ḥeḥ's hip to steady him a little. And moans when those nails find his shoulder, pulling back just to do it again only after swirling his tongue over the tip first - cheeks hollowing to ensure the most friction and maximum pleasure.
Red eyes continue to watch his lover's face and as he's continuously deep-throating Ḥeḥ, a slick finger probes his entrance. Khnum times it perfectly. Going down on Ḥeḥ and that finger sliding in with the just exact crook to hit that bundle of nerves. ]
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And the finger is more than welcome, all things considered. He dimly thinks to try relaxing those muscles as much as he can manage, and starts to succeed... Until he's officially blinded by pleasure for a moment. That bundle of nerves has him pretty much choking out a quiet gasp, body shifting against Khnum, a touch restless and very much revealing that he's absolutely craving more.
More of his lover, to finally have what his memories threatened to taunt him with, every time he even briefly thought of the other god.
But that wicked mouth ensures all he can manage to vocalize is slightly rapid breaths, the occasional swear, and quiet moans. He's still trying not to be too loud, just for the sake of not drawing somebody out there, but damn if Khnum isn't making that... a little unfairly difficult. ]
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Not to mention catching Ḥeḥ off-guard with anything is just a simple joy in his life. He keeps up all of his loving administrations a single minute longer and not a second more. Khnum licks his way back up to the head of his lover's cock, finger still pressing against those nerves with every stroke.
Then his head turns to press a kiss against Ḥeḥ's inner thigh before biting there gently. ]
I could watch you like this forever. [ Spoken softly, lovingly and a little bit hoarse considering what he'd just been using his mouth for.
More kisses and nipping along the inner thigh as he slides a second lubricated finger in. Time to properly stretch his lover for what will absolutely come soon. ]
Will you let me watch you until the end of time, qalbi?
[ Khnum shifts part of his body so that his own hard erection is pressed up against one of Ḥeḥ's legs. He knows he doesn't need to show just how turned on by watching, by giving pleasure - his lover already knows what he does to Khnum. But a reminder is always nice. ]
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There's something far, far better coming and he's happy to forgo this form of release for that. And, while he could technically make his body ready, he can't deny the... actual fun of letting this process happen. There's the bare hint of shyness at those words, though he's letting out a slightly faster breath when he feels the second finger.
With a quiet sound, he holds a blink, and then he locks eyes with Khnum, gaze softening. ]
... Please do? [ biting at his bottom lip, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his mouth ] You're the only one... I've ever wanted to, Khnum.
[ Damn that sure is a reminder. He shivers, swallowing a little thickly, hand reaching up to gently brush his fingers through Khnum's hair. ]
Phone tagging sleeeep soon
He loves this god beneath him, more than words can express but he says them anyway. Khnum would die if this god stopped existing for even one second because his heart would simply refuse to beat again. He can live without him so long as he still exists somewhere but Khnum is happiest when they're together.
At the confession he moves to the other leg, sucking in the skin there to leave a mark no one else will see but them. ]
Then I will. [ Time to lavish more attention to this side as that third finger slips inside with the others. The last one. They're so close to what they both want now. ] The only one ever, Huh?
[ Yes that was done on Purpose because he has to be like that even now of all times. His voice takes on a teasing tone but it's still loaded with love, affection and desperate need. ]
Ever is a long time. Had you been staring at me from across the dunes since we came to Earth? [ Now he licks the head of his cock while keeping eye contact.]
Or were you staring at me from across time? [ Either answer will honestly pleased the fuck out of Khnum. ]
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But then he's left watching his lover lick the head of his dick, gaze resting on his own. He can feel butterflies in the pit of his stomach as he lets out a slow, faintly unsteady breath. ]
... Time.
[ Warmth touches his gaze, through the hints of shyness and obvious desire and physical longing. Love, honest and pure in many ways. Unconditional and never with expectations... It's all there, in both his expression and in his eyes. ]
Kunt 'antuzrik... Khnum. [ brushing fingers down the side of the god's neck ] Bisaeada.
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Khnum's heart skips a beat at the answer to his question, then proceeds to beat out a fluttering rhythm. His fingers twist to press against that bundle of nerves again to award the true patience of this god for waiting all that time. ]
Taw'am ruwhi.
[ Red eyes flash green, blue hair turns pale just for a second but the devotion in his gaze doesn't waver a single iota. Fingers slip out of his lover, knowing it will leave Ḥeḥ feeling empty but Khnum is already moving to fix that problem.
He shifts to wrap his lover's legs around his own waist, idles his way back up to press a deep passionate kiss to Ḥeḥ's lips - tongue seeking warmth inside the other's mouth. Lines his already lubricated erection and slides home in one single slow thrust while wrapping a hand around his love's at the same time. ]
I love you. [ Is whispered with devotion against Ḥeḥ's lips in Sumerian, in Egyptian and then in Arabic. ]
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Both legs wrap easily around the opposite form, and he's very much sinking into the kiss, tongue playfully fighting Khnum's in a faux battle for dominance within the kiss. Really, every part of him is far-too-happy giving up some form of control, even if just for fleeting moments, comparatively.
A sharp breath of pleasure escapes against the opposite pair of lips as he closes his eyes and absolutely relishes the feeling. His hands slide up Khnum's back, nails biting the skin as he relaxes against his lover a little. Khnum might be getting gently nudged by some of what his lover is feeling - emotions such as love, trust, adoration, and everything between. The words are returned, only... some of his repetitions are in languages that are long lost to man. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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He smirks into Ḥeḥ's neck as those legs around his waist drag him down, when the head tilts to give him better access. At such an offer, Khnum will absolutely litter so many marks down the side of his lover's neck for him to look at later. Feeling Ḥeḥ tighten around him earns a string of curses muttered into skin but all to the tune of "fuck yes, just like that". Groans and moans intersperse the cursing as he twists the hand on Ḥeḥ's erection every now and then.
Feeling those nails in his back, the yanks to his hair has his hips stuttering occasionally because - fuck, he loves this god so much. And Khnum drags this out, fingers tightening at the base of Ḥeḥ's cock every so often to keep him from coming too soon. Shifts his hips to avoid that bundle of nerves at the same time to make absolutely certain to not let this end just yet. Bringing Ḥeḥ to the very edge only to deny completion a few times so that his lover becomes a writhing, sensual mess beneath him.
And then, as Ḥeḥ is rising to the climax for the umpteenth time, stops holding back - quits teasing Ḥeḥ by prolonging this just once more. Striking both his prostrate and squeezing his erection just right at the same time he whispers: ]
Taeal min 'ajlay habibi.
[ Which, Khnum has perfectly timed this so Ḥeḥ will orgasm at the exact second every clock in Cairo will chime midnight. ]
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Khnum truly is the only one who'd ever be allowed to see this side of him, so... why not let him see everything, feel everything. Know just how much of an impact he has. And the timing—there's no way he wouldn't know Khnum did it intentionally. But is he mad about it?
Not even close. If anything, he's responding with an eager affirmation, words of love, the god's name never far behind any of it. His back arches, body pressing even closer to the opposite form. His mouth presses firmly against Khnum's shoulder as he bites down, though without bothering to muffle his cry.
All the while, his muscles squeeze his lover's dick, his hips continuing to move until he knows Khnum is done, too. ]
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It's been so long. Too long. All of this is something Khnum wants to drink in, to absorb and hold on to. Knowing that Ḥeḥ is giving it all so freely to him is a wonder he'll never get over.
Of course Khnum knows that Ḥeḥ knows this was intentionally timed. Very hard to not know on either side. Mostly it's because he wants to here Ḥeḥ cry out without fear of someone accidentally hearing him outside of their little bubble. Also because it amuses the fuck out of Khnum. Teasing even in the throes of passion.
He hears the cry very close to his ear, feels teeth sink into his flesh, fluid spill over his hand, and his dick grasped tight by familiar heat. It's enough to make him come undone as well, thrusting one last time as he follows his lover over the edge, also half-moaning Ḥeḥ's name as he does so. ]
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And as his lover comes undone, he's already pulling back to capture Khnum's face with some lazy kisses and a smile. Once the moment passes, he slides one hand over the side of the god's face. He leans to brush their lips together with a content sigh, voice softened. ]
I love you, Khnum...
[ He lets his head rest on the ground properly, both hands resting against Khnum's face now. There's zero shyness as he simply admires his lover. His next words are just above a whisper. ]
It's good to be home.
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