[ 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. ]
[ It's exactly the reason this side of him will never stop; so long as Ḥeḥ likes it then he'll keep doing it. Where is the fun in preventing humans from hearing it in the godly fashion? This was far more enjoyable for both of them.
He's pliable to that touch, looking down at Ḥeḥ with a gaze full of adoration as lips move across his face. His head tilts into that hand and meets that kiss tenderly. ]
And I love you, Ḥeḥ.
[ Khnum doesn't move from his position on top of his lover, and well... if he doesn't pull out either, he doubts he'll receive any complaints. Godly stamina is just that. Fingers brush over Ḥeḥ's face as if rememorizing every curve and dip with them, his eyes stay locked on gold ones. ]
This home is very glad to have you back. [ For the moment, Khnum is content to stay here on the shore just like this. ]
[ He's happy seeing that look in Khnum's eyes, on his face. To hear that loving tone, feel the adoration. Everything in the multiverse feels so much lighter, so much easier to bear. This god remains worth every moment of waiting, just as he knew he'd be. Even with those lingering, horrible influences, he's able to stay grounded. Focused on the things he can do in the here and now.
Oh, and there are no complaints, whatsoever. He even gives Khnum a smile that makes that all the clearer, head shifting so his face presses all the more into that hand. His own gaze doesn't leave Khnum's, softening with those next words. Instead of responding with words, he leans up, brushing a soft kiss over his lover's forehead.
Then his lips, cheek, jawline... Slow, soft, and loving. Expressing more than words would, right this moment. ]
[ Khnum lives for this individual. He can exist without Ḥeḥ but everything feels more alive with the other around, including himself. So it would be absolutely impossible for Khnum to have this look or feel these emotions without Ḥeḥ. Which is why he has waited so long for this - for Ḥeḥ to come back to him.
There is still much of the night left and Khnum has a promise to fulfill. He's taken his lover apart once, but that was just the beginning. And that smile only encourages him. They do have a lot of time to make up for. For now, he is content to bask in this. To soak up the touches and looks, to feel those emotions with each single second that passes.
They had hot and dirty, even if it wasn't quick at all. It was what they both needed after so long - to release some of the built-up pressure. Now it's time for sweet and soft... to show just how much they still love each other with every movement and glance. ]
[ Soft and sweet is more than okay with him. And when he shifts, it's only to slide one leg up Khnum's side, ever so slightly and with almost teasingly light pressure. Those kisses don't stop, even once, and are feather-light.
The kisses trail along the jawline, stopping just under Khnum's ear. Both hands slide up and through the god's hair, one brushing the side of his lover's face. The other hand begins to trace down Khnum's spine, slow and teasingly light. Just enough to map it with touch; he knows this body as well as he knows just about anything else, but it never hurts to have fun with "memorizing" again, right? ]
[ He smiles at the leg coming up his body, letting a hand trail over that thigh gently. Leaning in to give Ḥeḥ a slow, passionate kiss that expresses all of his feelings of love, adoration and longing.
Fingertips trail down his lover's chest, dancing playfully across the skin as they follows the outline of muscle and bone. Khnum shivers at the hand going down his spine and considering how they're still connected, surely Ḥeḥ will feel that. He rolls his hips leisurely, letting his member slide out just a bit before gliding back into the warmth with tender care. ]
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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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He's pliable to that touch, looking down at Ḥeḥ with a gaze full of adoration as lips move across his face. His head tilts into that hand and meets that kiss tenderly. ]
And I love you, Ḥeḥ.
[ Khnum doesn't move from his position on top of his lover, and well... if he doesn't pull out either, he doubts he'll receive any complaints. Godly stamina is just that. Fingers brush over Ḥeḥ's face as if rememorizing every curve and dip with them, his eyes stay locked on gold ones. ]
This home is very glad to have you back. [ For the moment, Khnum is content to stay here on the shore just like this. ]
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Oh, and there are no complaints, whatsoever. He even gives Khnum a smile that makes that all the clearer, head shifting so his face presses all the more into that hand. His own gaze doesn't leave Khnum's, softening with those next words. Instead of responding with words, he leans up, brushing a soft kiss over his lover's forehead.
Then his lips, cheek, jawline... Slow, soft, and loving. Expressing more than words would, right this moment. ]
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There is still much of the night left and Khnum has a promise to fulfill. He's taken his lover apart once, but that was just the beginning. And that smile only encourages him. They do have a lot of time to make up for. For now, he is content to bask in this. To soak up the touches and looks, to feel those emotions with each single second that passes.
They had hot and dirty, even if it wasn't quick at all. It was what they both needed after so long - to release some of the built-up pressure. Now it's time for sweet and soft... to show just how much they still love each other with every movement and glance. ]
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The kisses trail along the jawline, stopping just under Khnum's ear. Both hands slide up and through the god's hair, one brushing the side of his lover's face. The other hand begins to trace down Khnum's spine, slow and teasingly light. Just enough to map it with touch; he knows this body as well as he knows just about anything else, but it never hurts to have fun with "memorizing" again, right? ]
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Fingertips trail down his lover's chest, dancing playfully across the skin as they follows the outline of muscle and bone. Khnum shivers at the hand going down his spine and considering how they're still connected, surely Ḥeḥ will feel that. He rolls his hips leisurely, letting his member slide out just a bit before gliding back into the warmth with tender care. ]