blood is thicker

There was a tenderness even in the hunger the other was expressing. Much slower than what Liam had grown accustomed to. It was not all burning passion, and the tender hands did feel nice on his body. A moan left his lips as he felt the hand around his cock back arching off the bed as he looked up at the older and bigger man. He had felt love before. Liam was not foolish enough to stay with only even a taste of it. This much of it was more than he was used to. "Do as you please tonight; I am yours and yours alone." His hips moved against the hand dragging his cock along the smooth palm for the friction; he caved. He acted on impulse, moving to pull the other down for a kiss, relishing in the way the body felt pressed against his. It was intoxicating, and he really could get used to this. "Just promise whatever you do tonight, you love me and only me." The faint glow of purple in his. Even if he had meant to, he called on the domain of vows.

"You're always mine," He whispers, lips tracing a path up and down his chin, to his neck and back. "Just need to remind you, don't I?"

His hands undressed and mapped skin, spread legs and moved him as he pleased. Bodies pressed together in warm, comforting bliss about to be found. "My boy, my brother," he whispered, "my love." Lips met Liam's, nice and easy as he slipped his tongue inside his mouth and claimed him fully.

Large cock against his, rubbing balls and then lower, dripping for him as he spread and flexed those legs. Looking down he saw his brother's hole, felt himself throb against it. "So beautiful..." He whispered, saliva dripping down his mouth to fall slowly towards his hole. He rubbed it in, spread it over his cock as he slowly let himself sink into that tight heat, not for the first time, but he still treated it as such.

"So perfect for me, brother." His hand on Liam's hip dragged him lower, let their lips meet once more. "I love you, I'll always love you." He sunk into him very slowly, every inch being felt every second of that stretch and burn prolonged as he rubbed against his walls. Cleared him of every man who'd taken him before. He was Conrad's only tonight. "There is only us, baby boy, you and me..."

"Push back on me, show me how much you like it, show me how you love me."

"So you're admitting to a smaller size? That's very brave thing to say." Dario chuckles, leaning back, his arms supporting the son of Hecate as he continued to watch the display in front of him with endearment. While yes, Dario did enjoy watching a fine looking man such as Conrad disrobe and reveal the perfect supple skin underneath. The son of Hecate enjoyed when another person was vulnerable with him, trusting the process of seeing one another with their figurative shells off. Of course seeing Conrad rid of his literal shell of clothes, Dario could in fact appreciate seeing him in his entirety. "Oh... scratch that comment about size."

An impressed grin flashed across Dario's lips. His eyes scanned across Conrad's body, watching as he peeled each article of clothing off of himself and the witch prince stayed engrossed on each inch of skin exposed. All tempting, all beautiful. This man was beautiful, Dario couldn't help reaffirm this belief anytime Dario's eyes lingered on a part of Conrad's body. It even managed for the son of Hecate to unknowingly spread his legs a bit more, his body apparently matching to Conrad's challenge.

"That lap does look very comfortable.." Dario began to agree with his guest. He scoots a bit closer to the son of Hera, bringing a hand on top of the other demigod's knee. His touch soft and a bit nervous. It moved across Conrad's thighs, traveling across the other's body, admiring and giving gratitude for the event that had transpired to get this handsome man in front of him like this.

Dario's hands continued to travel across Conrad's body, trailing across his body before one reached his shoulder. Slowly, the son of Hecate straddled Conrad's lap, his heartbeat a bit quick as he watched the other man from up close. "You... You're very handsome from up close.."

"Size's hardly the most important..." He said, though the look in the other's eyes told him he had nothing to worry about on that aspect either. He was fairly secure of himself, but it was nice seeing the look in his eye anyway, the hitch of his breath as those orbs were drawn towards his cock, the spreading of his thigh.

Was he getting wet? It had been so long since he sunk into a pussy, he could feel his cock starting to fill up against his best wishes. "It is." He encouraged, letting him feel a strong knee, thick thighs that had always been admired, he let him touch his body like it was a thing of beauty. Like it was meant for this.

"Thank you." He whispered hoarsely, hands on his hip to guide him into position, feeling how hard his heart was beating as their eyes met. Whatever ritual the other had been trying it was over now, they both knew what came next. "You're very pretty." He sounded dirty, hungry, hands caressing him. He was not a small man, but Conrad's hands were large enough to make him seem so.

Natural as anything else, he looked down, watching as his cock hardened. Leaking at the tip as the fat length rose and slapped against Dario's bush.

A little adjustment and he felt the head brush against his hidden clit. He swallowed, deep breaths as he felt that bundle of nerves tempted to rub against it.

Without speaking, he guided Dario's hand to the cock he'd been staring at. Letting him feel it, leaving it up to him if he'd heed the call of nature and sit on it. Or if he'd leave Conrad leaking against his pussy, brushing against each other, coating the other with their juices until it was too much to bear one way or another.

There was a wisdom in those words even if he wasn't ready to hear them. Liam should leave the broken hearts club behind move on to someone that would cherish him, but he couldn't make that promise yet the sex was good. The good moments better so even tho he looked at his older btoerh with love they both knoe this would just be his bay in the storm. Still he didn't pull away from the kisses. Let the other cherish and took every ounce of love and desire the an was pouring into him. A good break from the longing and pinning that the other had become used to. When the man started to play with him a sweet moan was released into the air as they sat on the porch. His own hand moving to undo the other's pants before he heard him speak. "your bed want you to make to your bed" he spoke in a heated breath as he pulled him fora deeper kiss.

clothes were coming off, hands exploring. mouths clashing together as he shared in his heat, his affection with his brother.

he knew lessons were hard learned, he knew loves was often blind to duty and duty to love. and yet here he offered both, duty to liam, duty to his mother, love for both.

he did as instructed, moving through the hera cabin with easy. blind to anything but his brother, uncaring to be found for tonight.

his bed was large, white sheets fit for a king, comfortable for his size. and liam was right at home in it. naked now...

"will you let me taste you, or do you need to be ravaged tonight?" he asked, lips on his neck, down to his shoulder while a large hand closed around his cock. legs spread to give him room, to give him access.

he liked taking his time, but if his brother needed to be taken, reminded where he was and the pleasure love could bring with hard, fast thrusts then he would provide.

"Taking one's safety seriously always helps." Dario reassures him. His thumbs run across the other demigod's knuckles as he explains, "Just a simple meditation. You know, a bit of gratitude to the cosmos. You never know when all this can just -- pbbbt~!" The son of Hecate muses right before embellishing his thoughtful direction by blowing a raspberry.

"If you'd like, I don't mind. As you can tell." Dario winks as he brings one of Alphonse's hands to face forwards. The son of Hecate peers closer to the demigod's palm, looking inquisitively at the lines scored across it. Bringing his free hand, Dario taps lightly at the center. "Although, you might be more naked than it seems."

"It also says here you're packing, I would like to see if my readings are accurate or not." He chuckles, sitting back as he waited for the fellow demigod to join him in the buff.

Conrad raised an eyebrow, eyes drawn back down. It had been a while since he'd gotten a taste of--"Now, I don't believe that can be read in my palm, little one." He wasn't little, but most people were near Conrad and maybe, maybe finding the guy naked in the woods, pussy out and all did things to him.

His mother guided his way more often than not, it was hard to imagine she did not want him here for one reason or another. Slowly, watching him as he sat down Conrad started taking off his clothes, first his shirt, folded and left on the ground for him to sit, then his pants and underwear.

As he lowered the last bit of clothing, he looked into Dario's eyes, knowing he'd be watching the bulge, watching it as his cock flopped out. Thick, heavy, often difficult to hide. It swung between his legs, balls hanging low with it, heavy and large as they swayed in the night air.

He sat down, swallowing as he felt a slight flex of it. Blood rushing south as he splayed open large thick thighs, cock not hidden but displayed.

"Might be more comfortable over here..." he whispered as he caressed his own thigh, eyeing the other's slimmer ones, spread open on the ground. He had an inkling what kind of ritual Dario was begging for, but he'd resisted many temptations. He could resist this too... probably.

There was a sense of truth to his brother's words. Liam knew that to be true and knew he shouldn't be hung up on anyone and should be having his fun. He was young and pretty and should settle down when he was ready instead of chasing after anyone. "He makes me happy" he spoke with a sigh. "Is that enough to be young and in love over?"

The kiss was kind and gentle. It was filled with a different type of passion than the younger of the pair was used to. Still, it was nice. He let the forgotten smoke fall to the ground as his drink sat on the railing of the porch. Arms wrapping around the elder's shoulders as he pressed his body into the kiss. He could feel the love. The desire. The want that was pressed into the kiss the other was giving. It was enough to make Liam forget everyone else his mind could wander to. "Your bed is mine tonight," he told him as he settled into his lap. Liam let his body press against the other. "Are you going to carry me there?"

"my sweet boy," he whispered, kissing him on the forehead. sometimes it was hard not feeling like he was caring for one of his own, specially when liam's age showed like this. still young, and new to these matters. heart still ready to get broken and patched up again. "love is not all that matters, you know? love is sweet, but it can ruin you. you shouldn't let it ruin you."

he whispered it between kisses, between savoring from his brother. honoring what other men might not value properly, showing him a sweetness he should long for. feeding him love and care with his tongue and giving him no choice but to take it, to swallow it down.

"yes my prince, always." he whispered into his ear, nipping at the sensitive skin. mouth down to his neck to kiss and nip as his hands grabbed his ass, rubbing him across the awakening bulge of his own cock as he got up.

their bodies did not part, uncaring for who saw it as his fingers dipped down his brother's pants to rub at his sweet little hole, feeling it flutter beneath his touch.

"d'you want me here tonight?" he asked, coaxing it open, tip pushing in, "use your words for me baby boy."

The son of Hecate had made his merry way to the other demigod, his smile wide and gleeful. His hands, painted with a myriad of symbols and swirls that rode up to Dario's forearms, take a gentle hold of his unassuming guest's. "Oh, nonsense. It's like riding a bike, you never truly forget."

"Sometimes you might even need a helmet for it too." He winks playfully at the handsome stranger before guiding them both on the center of the clearing. Dario sits himself down on the patch of grass, his hands pull him slightly down, hoping the son of Hera would join him in a short meditation. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun!"

"I don't remember how long its been since I've had company in the woods." He crosses his legs and stretches out his back and arms, limbering up for some serious manifesting. "Well, alive company, heh."

Oh dear, he sure hoped he wouldn't offend his mother by communing with the son of Hecate like this in the woods. Then again, it's not like he wouldn't honor her with any other demigod, given the chance—perhaps they'll do that yet tonight.

"You're not wearing much of anything so I don't see how helmets would help…" He can't help but comment, smile not fading. This time he manages to keep his eyes on the man's face. "What are we doing exactly?" He asked as he is pulled down into the grass, crossing his legs just like the son of Hecate as he eyes the woods around them. He can't see ghosts, though at times he can see what others cannot.

"Should I get naked too?"

@apollosbloom location: the woods notes: we can switch this to whoever you'd like 💖

Dario decided to celebrate the only way he knew how; naked in the woods. He couldn't help himself. The games were often times the time people wound themselves up, colliding with each other and in turn winding their energy up. Dario hope to ease the flow into celebration of life and love. At least for himself. The energies he's manifested where made to be collected by those who wished to by their own volition. Beads of yellow and blue lights created fractal patterns across the clearing. Dario laughed and continued dancing before spotting a figure in the distance.

"Welcome!" Dario laughs, waving in their direction, "Come, come! Feel the energies with me, friend!"

It was interesting to see what the games did to people. Some more than others, but everyone was affected somehow, he thought he might run into naked people but his money had been on Pan or Dionysus kids, not Hecate.

Still, there was something sweet about seeing the naked son of Hecate weaving his magic through the clearing, inviting others to join his fray. He was far too contained to jump in, much less to dress down where anyone might find them… but he was bold enough to approach anyway.

"I'm afraid I'm not quite… as connected to the energies as you are my friend." He commented, a smile wide across his cheeks as his eyes drifted down his body, stopping at his crotch. Oh. He seemed open to the energies indeed. "Can't say you don't make it seem tempting though."

"nope" he spoke with a small laugh and shake to his head. Liam was true to he was nad he was the one the be pampered. There was some truth to the other's words he had got that sense before even if he didn't follow it. "I think every mother wants her children to be better even more so since we are all gifts from her" Children of the goddess of child birth. Them being alive held a lot of sacrement "but yes there are a lot of simliarties between my dating record and hers."

Liam let his body come closer to the other resting next to him as his head found the other's shoulder.

The pang of rejection started to bulid in him even if his brother didn't push him away. Liam knew if he stood Conrad would not push him out of bed even if he left last time with out warning. "Is that what you want to wake up next to me in the morning" he teased letting that little twist of pain fade. "Im always happy with you Conrad"

He caressed his brothers hair, pulling him towards his larger body as he might one of his own and trying not to cringe at the conflict in that comparison. At the thought of them… out there. "You do know you deserve better right?" He would not speak of their mother, out of respect and caution, but he could not let his brother fall prey to the trappings they knew well.

"Maybe that's what you need…" He caressed his face, gentle and sweet as he met his eyes. "And I can't say it would be bad for me. I'm not used to sleeping alone." The admission made him feel his cheek heat, but it was an honest one. As, he thought, was his brothers words and those were enough to make him lean in, lips finding Liam's and wrapping him in a gentle kiss. Another slight on his wife, maybe, another pang of guilt, but also desire and knowing. He could give his brother what he needed, he could show him that love could be calm and gentle and not just fiery passion.

"Will you stay with me tonight, brother?" He asked against his lips, large hands wrapping around his waist and dragging Liam to his lap without even waiting for an answer.

"if your knees hurt in the morning i dont want to hear about it" he teased as he shifted in his seat so he could face the other. He knew that it took all ages and Conrad had been the voice of reason when he cried himself to sleep a few night after a break up. He kicked his feet in the wind as he took a another drag of his ciggarette. A smile on his face as he looked at the other.

Liam knew he could only jock about it since he was in a happy place with the men he had seemd to collect and never get ride of. "Well that's cause im the one with the dating pool that is most like hers. If i wanted to lose money i'd bet biard is leading some skinny little twink into a back room." even if they had a good talk the last time they hooked up the joke did sting a little more then he had wanted too. He lenaed into the touch as his brother set next to him. Movinf to lay his legs along the man's laps as he looked over at him. "You could at least for a night" he told him as he let all the thoughts of the other boys leave his mind. "or you could get me another drink?" he spoke as he drank the last bit of his drink.

"wouldn't you care for hurt older brother? ouch..." he held a hand to his chest, faking wound.

"ah..." he muttered, eyes cast upward as if their mother might have some words to share. if she did they did not come to him. "perhaps she does not wish you to be bound," he said the word slowly, very aware of the weight they carried for him too, "by the same strings she is. your situations are not quite the same are they? perhaps she thinks you--we can all do better."

his hand never strayed from his brother's back, and now it brings him closer. a heartbroken boy is a terrible thing to witness, a difficult comfort to offer.

"we shouldn't," he said low, eyes down this time. free hand gripping one of his brother's thighs. he can feel the weight of their bond, stretching between them, he can feel the implications, "besides, last time you left my bed to go find him. didn't even stay until morning."

"did that make you happy?"

for @lovesduty Location a party There was something about the way they acted here that made this whole thing seem like a movie. Liam had been here for a while so he had gotten used to the analouge lifestyle. Even now as he sat on the railing of the one of cabins ciggerate in one hand drink in the other as a house party spilled in and out of the house behind him. He felt like a 90's R&B ballad would just start singing through the air around him. This was so much simpler then the life he snuck out to in the cities of the mortal world. A pleased humm as the thoughts of one his cabin mates hit his mind. A good thing about the connection they shared was he didn't need to turn around to see who it was. "Im shocked to see you out and about conrad" He pulled the drink to his lips "Or has our mother sent you to make sure i dont fall into the bed of one of the many fuck boys ive collected." Maybe he had just a touch too much of the ambrosia laced liquor.

Things like this made the Island feel like home. Made the bonds between feel stronger... that much easier to pick up on, to feel it strengthen himself. A heady feeling, aided all the more by ambrosia. He'd even drafted a new letter home, to be sent at the earliest. The distance from his own was difficult to bear but easier tonight.

Almost called upon, his feet had taken him towards his brother. Not for the first time, and not for the last either. He was a good boy, despite the attitude, despite the mess he made of his bonds, of his partners. "I can enjoy a party as well as any of you. Better even, I've more experience." He was no party animal, marriage and kids came early and kept him too busy for it but that didn't mean he didn't know how to enjoy himself. Especially when they were now so far, for better or worse.

He'd give advice but mostly Liam seemed uninterested in that and he was not old enough to think he could force the issue. "Mother does seem to guide me your way often doesn't she?" He responded with a wistful note in his voice, a gentle hand on his brother's back as he sat down next to him.

"I don't know Liam, can I keep you from those..." a grimace of disapproval at his words, "boys?" Was it his mothers wish for him to do so? He couldn't quite imagine so, knowing the sort of distraction Liam wanted most of the time.