Why anybody would spend money on literal poison was beyond him, but Riley knew better than to express his own personal feelings towards alcohol. Especially to a child of Dionysus, of all people. “I can’t shame you for bringing home souvenirs. I bought a few knick knacks and trinkets from Japan, as well.” Many of which have decorated the interior of his bedroom. The following gesture immediately garnered Riley’s attention. Hazel hues drifted to the spot in between Dustin’s legs, where they remained glued for an extended period of time. Already, he had half a mind to stick his hand through those shorts and stroke the larger blonde to completion.
Finishing the last remnants of the dish, Riley set his fork down and reclined a little. The meal left him quite satisfied and he couldn’t eat another bite. “Criticism? Hm.” He tapped his chin as if deep in thought before speaking again. “You’re wearing far too much clothing for my liking. I demand you serve me in just an apron next time.” A mild request, one he knew Dustin would happily grant. He too rose up from his seat and joined the son of Dionysus on the couch. Never one to waste another second, he swiftly seized Dustin’s lips and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
dustin was surprised riley bought souvenirs, it didn’t seem like something the son of demeter would normally do. he was glad to see riley slowly coming out of his shell, and glad to learn more about who he really was. dustin licked his lips as he saw his friend ogling his crotch; he was eager to get his hands on the man. knowing riley enjoyed his meal, dustin could truly relax. as he sprawled onto the couch, he looked at riley with a different hunger. “you’re right, i look better with no clothes on.” how hadn’t he thought of that? as he watched riley walk to the couch he slipped off his shirt. the son of dionysus’ thick hairy muscles were on display as he slid off his shorts, thin grungy boxers the only things left on the chef. “you’ll have to oblige me with the same next time too.” he flexed his massive muscular pecs, looking down at his own muscles before eyeing riley. dustin gladly returned the kiss; he pressed his lips against riley’s, savouring the moment as he wrapped his arms around the thinner demigod's waist. "you gonna let me taste that perfect ass?"



















