Calm Before the Storm

Dante | Demi-God | 500+ Disclaimer: This a one-shot RP blog. I will not be accepting new RP partners on this blog. You are welcome to read the threads and like them but please refrain from reblogging or using them as your own. Thank You -Luna

[coivi]

He could not find it within him to shy away from expressing the pleasure he was receiving, but he was aware of how loud and frequent his moans and winces came out. But any noises he made was ultimately overshadowed by the man violently gagging on his fattened rod, choking with splutter of saliva and pre-cum soaking over the rest of that monolithic length. Cyrus didn't express his pleasure and enjoyment through anything other than his moans; there was no need for words, since a part of him still felt some betrayal and angst towards the man before him. Nor did he attempt to show his satisfaction physically. He kept his hands to himself, behind his back, and simply watched the scene play out, giving Dante all the freedom he could want. Cyrus kept a watchful eye, his heart beating steadily at how the demigod worked his cock with hunger in his eyes, plump lips against that throbbing mast, a wicked-wet-and-hot tongue lavishing as many inches as it could get to with random swipes along the member. In the end, he was much more intrigued to see Dante spread and stretch his lips out to accommodate that inhuman girth he wielded. It was a beautiful sight to behold, watching as the pink bulbous flesh of that perfect head was securely in that warm mouth, hidden from his view, but nevertheless, he could feel how it rested comfortably on that wet muscle, filling his mouth out and nudging the back of his throat to ease him up for whatever else he could swallow down. Cyrus seldom saw someone give him a proper slurping and swallow without some serious implications. Tears were a sure and telling sign of their discomfort and inability to properly provide him with oral relief. He didn't mind it, so long as they weren't hurting themselves to try and please him. Which didn't seem to be the case with Dante, even now, as tears streamed down his cheeks and hid into that thick growth of facial hair he was now sporting, which Cyrus adored much more than his usual clean-shaven look.

A deep, unhindered grunt passed his lips when Dante released his hold on him, both mouth and hand. The heavy cock weighed heavily from his groin, so it swung and hung down immediately as soon as there was no more support to it. "Hng, fuck." Cyrus announced his displeasure, "Take it easy. It ain't a toy." But his discomfort had soon been forgotten once the man carefully rose to his feet, announcing his interest in finding a more comfortable place to continue what had started. Cyrus didn't react to the question until he found his cock being held once again, he responded by shaking his head at the question, giving him the go-ahead to lead away from the en-suite bathroom and back into Dante's bedroom. His hands returned to hang by his sides, naturally following the smaller figured man from the shower and through to the bedroom. On the way, he caught hold of a towel hanging nearby. He would never admit to it, but he quite enjoyed the notion of being manhandled like this, being guided to where Dante wanted him, purely by taking a firm grip of his length like it was his own personal dog leash. Judging by the way his cock pulsed however, it was a telling sign he enjoyed it.

As they entered the spacious spare bedroom he had allowed the man to sleep in, everytime he would visit him, he got a better view of Dante. It suddenly dawned on him that this was the first time he had ever seen the man without a single article of clothing on. Usually, he would see him wearing a shirt and a pair of underwear, or sweatpants, socks and nothing else, but not once had he set eyes upon Dante, stark naked. From what he could see of his behind, that large rump of his ass jiggled with every step he took, thick shoulder blades and biceps involuntarily flexing from the angle his hand secured itself to Cyrus' dripping cock. Smooth-skinned, no sign of any imperfections. Well-groomed, muscles developed nicely across his entire physique. Large bubble ass, impressive cock to match. Still, before they could continue, he stopped dead in his tracks, causing a harder tug at his length that made him groan. "Wait, wait—" The warlock exclaimed, bringing the towel to begin drying himself, starting with his head, face, shoulders, pecs and arms, before continuing on to the rest of his body. While he began, he made sure to maintain eye contact with his beloved. "I want to make sure we do this right. I don't want to rush this. I want to touch you. I want to see and feel every inch of you, Dante."

The towel was starting to bother him. Naturally, Cyrus was a very large man, and although he was heavily built with muscle, he was still somewhat flexible, but given how tired he was from the events of the day, he decided in the moment to utilise his magic. With a simple click of his finger, water droplets on both their bodies began to evaporate heavily and quickly away, enough that it caused streams of steam to billow into the air around them. Pulling away from the man's handle on him, he stepped away to settle onto the bed, sitting at the end of it, feet firm against the ground. His hand seized himself and laid it towards his hip, then proceeded to rest by his side and he leaned back. "Before you begin, I need to see you." He proclaimed. In a firm, demanding tone, he added. "Show me what I've missed."

[myinnerstorms]

Heart pounding in his chest, Dante paused when Cyrus had asked him to wait. He looked over his shoulder to see him dry the remaining droplets of water off his body in the dim moonlight starting to filter through the clouds. He was so fucking beautiful, so perfect from the hair on his head to even the smallest of freckle Dante spied on his beloved's cheekbone. The request to see his body had Dante's blood rushing to his tanned cheeks. With all of these months apart, it created a a slight bit of anxiety inside him, the anticipation making him nervous for Cyrus really admiring him.

The disappearance of the water sent a shiver down his spine, goosebumps raising up along his arms at the sudden sensation. Sometimes Dante forgot they both weren't human despite having these raw emotions coursing through his body. His eyes followed Cyrus to the bed, watching as he sat with his thick thighs slightly spread to have room for the massive, heavy cock to settle between them. Dante's mouth watered again, his own shaft twitching from arousal. "I--" Why was he so nervous? This was Cyrus, the man he pined for months and he was so damn nervous. Get it together, Dante. You sucked his dick already.

He swallowed and stepped back into the cool toned light coming through the window from the moon, creating a soft glow around Dante that made him look almost more etherial. His fingers ran along his ribs, gently trailing along the taut skin of his abdomen where fine hair dusted a path to his throbbing shaft where a drop of pre-cum leaked onto the floor before him. His deep brown eyes seemed almost amber in the moonlight, they remained on Cyrus as he continued to trace a path down to his hips towards his erect cock where he teased the base briefly just for show. Slowly, Dante turned so Cyrus could get a full view of the curve of his ass. His back arched slightly to accentuate the globe of his behind and the thickness of his muscular thighs below it.

Dante turned some more so his ass was facing Cyrus, giving him a good look at how plump he was back there, an ass that anyone would kill to have. He hoped Cyrus was taking it all in and would appreciate the perfect curve as he turned back around to face Cyrus again.

Taking a few strides forwards, Dante stood in front of the warlock with a racing heart. "Well? Is this everything you hoped it would be?" he asked softly, hand touching his own chest as if he was preparing his own heart for rejection.

[coivi]

As Dante's lips enveloped Cyrus' flaccid member, a spark of arousal ignited deep within Cyrus, a sensation both surprising and exhilarating to him. Since this was the first time he had ever been in the throes of passion with the man he had once adored dearly, his emotions and senses seemed altogether heightened. Or maybe, it was simply the way the petite figure down on his knees looked up at him from the dark mist, eyes glossy and filled with desperation and lust. Despite what he may have felt in the past; betrayal, anger, sadness, all of it melted away at the beauty he now had before him. With each gentle suck administered to the velvety softness of the head of his cock, Cyrus felt the stirrings of desire awakening within him, his body responding eagerly to Dante's hot mouth.

For the first few minutes, he stood quite still, hands idle at his sides, or busying away by passing through the buzz-cut styled hair he was infamous for always sporting. Cyrus' member had remained soft and pliant in Dante's mouth, but with each loving suck and teasing flick of Dante's tongue, not to mention the two hands that were stroking him to life, Cyrus felt a tingling warmth spreading through him. When he felt himself covered in the wet warmth, followed by the soft moans vibrating through him, his head rolled back, his face flush with the spray of hot water from the shower head to silence any moans of his own that could filter out. Whenever he felt that tender tingle of vibration, his cock responded in earnest by twitching and pulsing. Sadly, depending on how one viewed the matter, it did take a fair amount of stimulation to get his already-impressive heft to size up to its true potential. In no way was Cyrus incapable of arousal, but he had enough will-power and control of his own body to prolong this as long as he could. But, just as he began to feel the girth of six soft inches begin to thicken, a large hand was set upon the back of the demigods head, guiding him down to attempt to take more of himself. If Dante was unable to handle him now, he worried how he would react when Cyrus' cock doubled in size. "Come on," he growled out. He didn't push or force his head in any way. Despite the hurt he felt, he didn't want to cause the man any discomfort or injury, though he knew if the night would continue like this, discomfort and pain was inevitable. "Get it down your throat while I'm still a little soft... come on, show me what you can do."

With each successive suckle down, he swelled and hardened within the warmth of his mouth and the grip of two hands. The sensation was electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Cyrus' body as he surrendered himself fully to the exquisite pleasure that Dante provided. Although it only pertained to the head, the underside—the glans and the frenulum—was where it was most sensitive. The inches that filled out and forced the lips to widen and obscenely stretch were just a bonus; a distraction for what was more important.

As it member grew firm and taut beneath his skillful touch, a low, guttural moan escaped his lips, the sound a testament to the overwhelming ecstasy that coursed through him. His hips twitched involuntarily, a silent plea for more. His hand parts away, both now resting idly at his hips as he inspects the scene. The longer he looks, the faster the length seemed to grow, the monstrosity of the thickness is a sight to behold, even more-so to hold as its sheer mass grew in volume, enough so that even if he tried to tense and flex it to stand upright, he would fail. And so, it flopped downwards at a perfect angle for the man to feast upon. Within a few more minutes, the fat slab of meat had reach its pinnacle growth. And now that it had, the warlock was able to stay in fit-fucking shape for many hours—that was if Dante could last longer than five minutes down on his knees. Not that Cyrus was ready to climax in any way, but simply because of the challenge that had arisen to meet that hungry mouth. The sounds that Dante made had sent tingles up along his spine, but he yearned for more. The sound of the shower didn't help the situation, so in a quick and irrational move, he decided to turn the water off, so the only thing he could focus and hear now where those soft whimpers and moans, and the way his mouth worked to slurp and suckle at that pillar of meat. "That's it. Relax your throat—give in to your urges." Cyrus moaned out freely. "The more you think about what you're doing, the more you're gonna struggle." At least, that was his track of thought whenever he was gifted with a muscled or fattened ass to play and eat out for several hours. Cyrus always received good praise for his efforts, and maybe, he had hoped that sooner or later, he would be able to finally look upon Dante, fully exposed and waiting. If it wasn't for the damn water vapour locked in this shower cubicle, he was sure to have the most perfect view of the man there, at his knees, lavishing that wicked tongue across him like he had owned it all this time.

[myinnerstorms]

The stretch of his lips around the massive, flaccid shaft was enough to cause some discomfort, but not enough for Dante to quit. He struggled to take even half of Cyrus' lengthy cock any further, but he knew he could just a little bit more if he just relaxed. He was attached to the tip of his silken head, tasting him and feeling the shaft very slowly expand in his mouth. He let out a grunt as his lips continued to stretch around him. He pressed his tongue along the underside of him, humming as he continued to gently suck on Cyrus's cock. Breathing was difficult but he slowly inhaled and exhaled through his nose while his mouth was occupied by the throbbing shaft.

His brown eyes glanced up at the man through the heavy steam, the tears beginning to form in his eyes as he struggled to take Cyrus in. The command to show him what he got made Dante determined to give the warlock everything he had in him. Both hands wrapped around the thick shaft, feeling the skin growing taut and stretch under his touch. He groaned at the thought of this cock getting larger under just his touch... his touch. Because of him.

Dante pulled back with a gasp as the flow of water ceased, leaving him panting with saliva sliding down his chin and mixing with the droplets. His hands slowly moved over his meat, his gaze falling to the head in front of him. Dante couldn't back down from this, he wouldn't. Slowly, he moved forward and took in as much he could by relaxing the muscles in his jaw making it slack and he felt the head nudge the back of his throat. Dante gagged but continued despite the tears now overflowing. Muffled gags slipped from Dante as he moved his hands and his tongue along the underside of the ever growing shaft.

Between his muscular thighs, his cock ached for touch. Precum beaded at the tip and slid down the length of him before dripping to the shower floor. He whimpered, eyes blinking away the tears. The need for some physical touch was almost excruciating. Even more so than having a massive dick in his mouth that could probably kill him.

With the steam surrounding the two, Dante inched his fingers towards himself to relieve some of the pressure while he continued to nearly choke on the colossal cock. The weight of it pressed down on his tongue as he moved his head slightly, saliva dribbling down the slight stubble on his chin.

Dante pulled back to get some air, his hand grasping himself moving slowly as he looked up at Cyrus, imagining that it was his hand moving slowly over the veiny shaft, thumb swiping at the leaking tip and he couldn't help but let out a needy moan. "Fuck," he gasped. He gathered all of his will again and took Cyrus' tip in his mouth, tongue running along the ridge of the head and he mouthed his way down the entire length before trailing his tongue back up again. If he couldn't deep throat this cock yet, he will use as much of his mouth on him as possible.

After a few swipes of his tongue, he pulled back, hand letting go of Cyrus so the heavy, erect cock fell back against the man's thigh with a soft smack against the skin. "D-do you have any rejection to going to a bed?" His chesnut eyes fell down to his own cock, stiff and in need of touch. Dante stood carefully, not wanting to slip or let his legs give out beneath him. His hand reached out as if he were to take Cyrus's hand but instead it cupped the girthy shaft of his cock and he gently tugged to pull him closer. "I'd really like to show you what this mouth can do where we are more comfortable..." His eyebrows raised charmingly and he carefully stepped out of the shower where the cooler air hit his glistening, warm body. Dante's nipples stiffened at the air as he led Cyrus to the bed he once occupied months ago.

[coivi]

It was extraordinarily rare to see Cyrus in such a frenzy. It was born out of not only aggression, but sadness too. That feeling of woe; it turned his stomach and it stiffened his broad shoulders. As he stared down at the man, with his hand continuing to firmly squeeze into his throat, not sure as to what his end-goal was here, a shuddering wave shoots across his body when he feels the unfamiliar hand of the demi-god ran along the lengthy, bulging arm that kept him pinned to the glass wall behind him. Soon enough, that gentle hand travelled and reached his jaw, finding its perch there. Cyrus had felt this touch only a handful of times before. Many times with past lovers and flings, but he could easily count the number of times he felt such compassion from Dante in one hand alone. Or perhaps, his memories of it had either been forgotten or tainted by the pain of been abandoned. As the trembling hand made its course across his cheek, jaw, neckline and down past his chest, his own grip loosened, enough for him to take a single step back just as Dante's hand curled into the fat, long shaft, impressive in its monstrous size and immense weight, even now in its flaccid state. His dark eyes followed the muscular, tan figure then, watching closely as he sank down to his knees. Cyrus had wondered if he would ever have such a view of the man he once called his like this. Naked and willing.

Arms hung by his sides, hands idle. He stood there, face expressionless, unresponsive. His musculature, etched in scarred flesh from previous battles he had claimed victory in, gleamed in the soft light of the shower cubicle—he somewhat resembled an adonic sculpture of masculinity, brawn and longevity. No. He was no God. No God had the features he was greatly endowed with, and as such, it was often a tool used to silently and effortlessly subdue a partner. Like now... with Dante at his mercy, the gaze looking up at him was filled with a combination of sweet sorrow and wonderment, but Cyrus did not yet react.

The steam envelopes them, the glass enclosure contained the heat and humidity inside, building the steam up enough to almost render him blind from his view of Dante; he could only make out his face and shoulders now, every other part of his body was hidden from his sight—and besides the hands creeping up on the sides of Cyrus' thighs, it's all he could observe now. The touch makes him close his eyes briefly to wallow in the tender sensation. It's foreign to him. Nevertheless, his body reacts: his cock pulses and twitches to life. The warlock shook his head, in pure disbelief to all the words Dante was telling him then. It would have to take more than a night to build his trust in him once again. But, as Dante closed in and began to plant open-mouthed kisses to the base of his shaft, he let out a satisfied groan. When he nuzzled into him, Cyrus grunted as a means of approval. He could feel his arousal growing stronger now. While he had already maintained some semblance of lustfulness in him since joining the hot shower, it was only now, as Dante buried his face directly into his groin, that he felt his feelings of worry and anguish melt away from him. When that tongue swept across his skin, his jaw fell open and a deep rumble of a moan was born.

At last, limbs of his colossal frame moved. Cyrus' right arm moves to his front, a hand, large and capable, takes hold of himself at its centre. The fat slab of meat that hanged down so obscenely is lifted upwards and for a brief moment, it is left draped across Dante's face, balls snug under his chin, the wide and extensive shaft has much to fill out yet but it's still a sight to behold. Cyrus was no longer a young man anymore, and with such a great hefty size to fill out, it would regrettably take a couple of short minutes to get him to reach his fullest potential. Even now, as he rested his meat directly atop of his face, with the pink head breaching past the bed of jet black hair, his lips creased upwards into a sly smirk. "I knew this is what you wanted, Dante. You wanted this all along, but you were just too fucking afraid to commit to me," Cyrus spoke out, his tone remained deep and slightly hoarse, though anyone could tell there was a hitch to his voice that showed how much he was truly hurting. "You came crawling back because you wanted this... you could've had it all this time, if only you had stayed." The two had never fooled around before, but he was sure the demi-god had heard tales of the infamous fuck-tool he wielded. How it brought full-grown men to their knees. The day that followed still had them incapable of walking, sitting or doing anything else but nurse their broken voices and stinging backsides.

Once more, he took hold of himself, now at its base. He supplied himself with a few languid strokes, eyes pinned down to his ex-lover, making him watch. Cyrus took half a step closer. Without so much of a warning, he struck the heavy prick against his face. Then again, and again, and again. There was no destination for the downward strikes. It was simply to inflict some kind of discomfort and pain without utilising his fists. The repetitive slams across Dante's cheeks, temples and chin fill the spacious shower with its echoing wet strikes, enough to drown out the sounds of the water gushing over both of their bodies now. At one point, his free hand digs into Dante's mouth and urges Dante to hang his tongue out of his mouth. This therein allows him the chance to smear that delicious pink, girthy head of his cock against the hot slick tongue, providing him with a taste test of what he had missed this past year. "If you really wish to show me how much I mean to you, Dante..." Cyrus hummed out, releasing the grip he had on his member to let it hang directly in front of the man for him to take hold. "Take it... and spread those pretty lips." There's a short pause and he adds. "Wider."

[myinnerstorms]

Dante heard the moan from Cyrus when his lips made contact with the base of the thick shaft. He could feel the skin slowly grow taut from arousal and he knew that he could continue showing Cyrus just how much he missed him. How much he needed him. Just as his lips parted to allow his tongue to swipe along the underside of the man's massive cock, it was lifted upwards and was now resting on his face.

His eyes fluttered shut at the weight of his arousal across his face... it felt incredible, like a gift from the gods given to him and he savored the heaviness. Dante thanked those gods as he leaned into the warmth, lips parting to let out a soft sigh. His fingers continued their kneading on the meaty thighs on either side of him. Cyrus not pulling away made the fear slowly recoil in the pit of his stomach and was replaced by arousal of his own. His cock twitched against his thigh, aching for touch.

"You're right." Dante's words were soft as he admitted how cowardly he was. "I wanted this... I crawled back like a dog with my tail between my legs seeking forgiveness for being a craven."

The weight was then lifted and Dante's eyes snapped open to stare up at Cyrus through the thick steam that swirled around their naked bodies. He clung to the thighs waiting, hoping that maybe, just maybe he could have the warlock by his side like he hoped. Without warning, Dante felt the thick slab of meat smack the side of his cheek. It wasn't painful but it was enough to elicit a sharp gasp from the demi-god. Another smack followed by several more across the planes of his face was a sort of punishment for his disappearance. The wet, heavy smacks echoed off the glass walls of the shower and Dante let it happen, taking it like he deserved it. Every time the head of Cyrus' cock landed on his face, he let out quiet grunts that barely sounded over the passing storm and spray of the shower.

Finally they ceased only long enough to feel Cyrus use his fingers to part his pink lips. He looked up at Cyrus again, letting the digits force their way into his mouth to allow him to finally get a taste of that delicious cock. His mouth watered as he was allowed a taste of salty pre-cum as the slick head ran along his tongue. Dante couldn't help but moan. A familiar feeling of arousal shot south towards his groin, his cock now full and erect. He wanted to badly touch himself but this wasn't about him; this was about Cyrus.

The request-- no, demand to take it made Dante pause. He licked his lips with his dark eyes set on the massive, pink head before him. Swallowing any fear or worries in him, Dante parted those lips wide and took the tip of Cyrus in his mouth, the velvety head against his tongue made him moan again. His mouth was wide as it could go as he slowly took more of his cock into his mouth. Even though it felt like he took quite a bit of Cyrus in his mouth, it wouldn't seem like it compared to the sheer size of him so Dante let go of the warlock's thigh to wrap his fingers around the middle of his cock. Sort of. His fingers couldn't make it all the way around the thickness of the cock. He groaned in arousal and frustration that he couldn't touch his fingertips together like he wanted to. This cock would destroy him but Dante would want to be destroyed over and over again by this incredible man. It made his stomach flutter as he could feel the cock continue to grow in his grasp; Cyrus was still getting bigger by the second.

Slowly, the hand began to pump over the girthy, still growing shaft as his tongue pressed flat along the underside of him, getting a taste of him that he deeply craved. He couldn't take the entire cock in his mouth but he had his hands to help him out. He opened his eyes, feeling them start to stinng from his lips stretched over the colossal dick of his lover. Dante added his other hand for more coverage over his shaft. He wanted to look up at Cyrus as he moved his hands and slightly bob head. He focused on the man before him, ignoring the world outside from the foggy shower stall to the quiet thunder rumbles miles away from the storm that brought him here.

[coivi]

CONTINUED FROM HERE ║ @myinnerstorms.

Although it hurt to hear those words, Cyrus could compartmentalise some of what he said to be accepted and understood. It still ached. There was still a lump in his throat. That sense of abandonment and betrayal still lingered in his mind. Thoughts broiled and bubbled into questions and doubt; Do you actually want me? Do you just want to fuck me? If you leave me again, I'll end you. No, I won't do that. Just don't hurt me again. He's gonna leave me again. Don't you fucking leave me again. The arms he had secured around the petite frame of the man loosened their grip when he turned on the spot to face him. This was indeed the first time they had seen each other naked, and although Cyrus did have some body image issues, regarding the amount of scarred flesh and fresh bruises on his herculean, broad physique, all his worries melted away when he made eye contact with him. That rugged, stocky deity that had tugged at his heartstrings. A man so beautiful, so pure, so innocent. Naturally, Cyrus often felt like the protector when he was surrounded by friends or lovers. But with Dante? With Dante, it was a very different atmosphere. Although their height and stature was vastly different, the warlock felt quite small; so much so that he even to come down to a knee and lovingly embrace the man, hold him close to him and worship every inch of his frame. Head to toe. But he refrained from doing so. At least visually, Cyrus maintained a semblance of dominion and dominance.

The hand to his chest had him taking a deep breath, the lids of his eyes falling shut to wallow in the sensation of being touched, to then hummingly comfortably when lips pressed and brushed against his own. As the lock of their lips and swirling of their tongues began, Cyrus found himself unable to stop his shoulders from tensing. Though it was short-lived, for when Dante ran both hands up to them, he felt at ease, like a sudden weight had been tipped right out of his shoulders. Skin turned to goosebumps in the areas that his lovers hands would pass. A few moans managed to even rumble from the depths of his chest to vocalise his enjoyment. Eventually, their kiss came to an end and his attention came down between their bodies. The alarm in his gasp and facial expressions got Cyrus' attention quickly, and a light smile crept on his face when he realised why.

"Now-now, why would I use a spell?" In that moment, arms and hands fell away from Dante. Cyrus set them behind his back, one hand clasping into the opposite wrist, standing in the enormity of his size, eyes down to watch the man's hand feeble attempt at wrapping his hand fully around its sheer fat girth. It amused him to see Dante so shocked and surprised, but not completely horrified. "That's all me, baby... cock au naturale," he said, in an excellent French accent. Cyrus didn't want to boast about his rather gifted endowment: he never did it, and he wasn't about to start now, so he didn't feel compelled to warn his dear friend that his length was still in its flaccid, limp state. That was something Dante would soon learn. "You could have been sucking on this, and getting fucked by it, all these months." His tone of voice was no longer jovial and light. The smiles faded.

A hand rose up, large and strong, collected the man by his neck. A thumb presses inwards, applying light pressure to create some slight discomfort and trouble with his regular breathing. Cyrus dared to take a step forward, pinning him into the glass wall of the shower. His large form looms over the smaller man, casting him in shadow from the only available light source in the already dim and foggy room. The features of his face are darkened, with only a glistening speck of light in his eyes as he stared down at the man. The free hand quickly came to Dante's wrist, of the hand that still continued to hold his impressive cock. "You promise not to leave me again, Dante?" His voice was a whisper amongst the hot spray of the shower. Though his tone was on the verge of aggression, it was laced with desperation and a yearning. "You promise to stay with me? Promise to tell me what's on your mind? To not abandon me in the middle of the night without a word?" There's a silence, his hand tightens. He's confused and hurt. "Did you come back for a simple fuck? Or... d-do you love me?"

[myinnerstorms]

Cyrus tasted of everything Dante craved. Desire, love, the home he found while he was here months ago. He wanted to kiss him again and show him just how much he missed him. How much he truly loved this man. However, his attention was now on the massive cock in his hand, too thick to fully wrap his fingers around him. Amazing. Intimidating. Fuck. This was all Cyrus, no spell or certainly no enhancements... all him. A pang of heat shot to his groin as both arousal with a bit of fear swirled inside him as he imagined how he would be able to stretch his lips around the thick crown or how far he could take him in. It would fucking hurt but Dante was highly intriguied how he'd feel if they were to move past this.

Dante parted his lips to speak just as he felt the large hand grip his throat and move him towards the shower stall. Enough pressure was applied to make it hard to breathe as he was pinned to glass. His amber eyes widened, heart raced as he searched Cyrus' face for indication of malice. With the height difference the arousal grew hotter inside him as he took slow, deliberate breaths to not put himself in a frenzy from lack of oxygen. The steam around the two men swirled around their legs, rising to fog the glass around them so the outside world was forgotten.

The hand slowly tightened around his neck, Dante's lips parted he closed his eyes to prevent the welling tears from spilling over. "Cy-Cyrus. Cyrus..." Dante needed to somehow convince him that he wasn't here for a quick fuck or that he would run away again. His free hand reached up and followed the length of the taut arm holding him against glass wall until it reached the man's cheek. The touch was tender despite him struggling to even out of his breathing. He wanted to stay as long as he'd have him, "I mean it when I say-- say that I love you. I love you so much, Cyrus. I fucking hate myself for leaving you." A tear fell when he opened his eyes and looked at the man whose heart he broke. If only there was some way he could prove that he was telling the truth. Maybe instead of saying it, he could show him.

Dante's fingers trailed down Cyrus' jawline where he felt the stubble coming in, falling south to the muscled collarbone. While he was tracing the muscles of the man's chest, the hand holding the shaft began to gently stroke him, applying pressure along the base as his palm slid downward. He felt the hand loosen it's grip and he used that opportunity to slowly sink down to his knees.

From here, Dante looked up at Cyrus like he was the god he worshipped. He would worship Cyrus and the ground he walked on every single day of his life. Dante had such a beautiful view with the steam and this angle where the head of his massive cock at eye level then up to the man's perfectly chiseled form. The demi-god hummed softly as his hands slid up the muscular thighs, fingers digging in just to feel the muscle grow taut under his touch. Fuck, Cyrus was just perfect.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Dante maintained eye contact as he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his thigh and another and another until his nose nuzzled the wide base of his cock. Inhaling the intoxicating scent of Cyrus, Dante spoke. "You are too good for me. Too perfect." His tongue flicked out along the base. "You are everything I need. I am nothing without you."

[myinnerstorms]

[CLEAN] + [ATTENTION]

@coivi - Reasons to Cup a Face [ Prompt ]

Dante had divulged in creating comfort cuisine the few months he stayed with Calix, spending his time in the kitchen consumed him when he wasn't thinking about what could have been.

Tonight, he decided to make himself and his lover a pasta dish with a fresh and hearty tomato sauce. He made sure everything was perfect, from the perfectly cooked angel hair to the amount of spices in the sauce. He was talking to Cyrus about an imp he had a run in when suddenly a pair of strong hands caught his face.

"When I stopped her-- huh?" Dante lost all train of thought when he was guided to look into Cyrus' eyes, his face caught between his hands. Time slowed, all Dante heard was his heartbeat thundering in his ears, cheeks growing warm under the gentle touch. It felt like falling in love all over again with a simple touch like this. Dante placed a hand on Cyrus' knee, lips slowly spreading into a loving smile.

"You got something right here." Cyrus moved his thumb to wipe away a small bit of sauce from the corner of Dante's mouth and the simple gesture took Dante's breath away. The demi-god closed his eyes and leaned into the soft caress, heart exploding with happiness and love. He was a fool to have left in the middle of the night... He was here now and there was no turning away from this perfect man ever again.

Dante turned his head to kiss the palm of Cyrus' hand before he opened his eyes, the smile still gracing his features. "Gods... I really, really love you."

[myinnerstorms]

bass. my muse going deep (interpret as you want) + buffet. my muses spreading their legs for yours + freezing. our muses getting frisky in a cabin to keep warm.

@coivi - nsfw prompt list

It was almost out of a horror movie; a cabin deep in the woods near a crystal clear lake blanketed by a soft, hazy fog. Serene, yet ominous. It was a good thing a warlock and a demi-god had plenty of wards surrounding the area to give them the privacy they sought for the weekend. No one would get by without one of them knowing.

Dante was stretched out in front of the fireplace, the only source of heat and light at the moment, completely nude with his lover nestled behind him. He flipped the page of his book with trembling fingers as a wave of pleasure shot through his body. He groaned. "I've been reading the same paragraph for five minutes."

A soft chuckle sent vibrations through his body. It was Dante's fault for suggesting to settle by the fire until the cabin warmed up because now he was heavily distracted as Cyrus drove his tongue in his slick, puckered hole. Fuck it. Dante set the book down and enjoyed the sensation.

Cyrus was pointed with his tongue, making sure he hit those right spots to deliver shocks of pleasure throughout Dante's body. His large hands massaged the perfect mounds of flesh on either side of his face, muscles tensing under his fingers. He knew how to make Dante squirm, knew exactly where his tongue should swipe against as he devoured his ass. Occasionally he would drag his tongue down the sensitive skin to the base of his throbbing cock and back up again. This was a meal for him, one he would make last all night.

Dante shifted, lifting his hips up off the bed slightly to give Cyrus more room and sure enough he felt the tongue drive deep inside him. A gasp slipped out of Dante when he continued to work the tongue inside him, preparing him for what's to come later on.

Despite the demi-god pressing his face in the bunched up blankets, his moans were heard and they were music to his lover's ears that would sound non-stop for rest of the night.

[soulprompts]

REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

[melaerotica]

nsfw prompt list .

send me a word / phrase and i’ll write an erotic drabble.

awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed.

bass. my muse going deep (interpret as you want).

blinded. our muses getting frisky in the dark (wherever).

buffet. my muses spreading their legs for yours.

butterflies. our muses doing something new in bed.

bookshelves. your muse getting touchy with mine in a library.

call me maybe. our muses having phone sex.

claimed. my muse reacting to getting hickies from yours.

coffee. our muses getting frisky in the kitchen, early in the morning.

cinematic. my muse touching yours inappropriately during a movie.

city view. our muses getting frisky up against a window.

closer. my muse reacting to yours sneaking up behind them.

covered. our muses getting handsy under a shared blanket.

dancing on my own. my muse getting close and personal on the dancefloor.

discrete. my muse reacting to yours touching them under a table.

free. our muses getting frisky in a secluded lake.

freezing. our muses getting frisky in a cabin to keep warm.

game over. your muse trying to get mine’s attention during a game.

hands off. our muses attempting bondage for the first time (light).

husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their air from behind.

meadow. our muses getting frisky under the open sky, in a field.

occupied. our muses getting riled up in a public bathroom.

papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting.

peach. my muse groping your muse’s ass during grinding.

radio. our muses getting handsy in the car.

showtime. my muse showing off new lingerie to yours personally.

silence. our muses having to keep down during sex, due to whatever reason.

steamy. our muses getting frisky in the shower.

strangers in the night. our muses having a one night stand.

talk to me. my muse dirty talking with yours.

tiles. our muses getting frisky in the bathroom.

voice mail. my muse leaving yours a dirty voice mail.

you’ve got mail. either muse reacting to yours having left a dirty voice mail.

[ginger-by-the-sea]

[myinnerstorms]

⊱ Calix; the wraith

Milos is home of many different beings both mortal and immortal. Dante grew up there with his mom until her short life came to it's natural end, leaving the demi-god on this earth with no known family. Except Calix.

Dante met Calix in the middle of the night and he scared the lightning out of him. Literally. He was barely seventeen, hanging out at one of the piers, watching the clouds move through the evening sky, their grey wisps inching along, revealing some stars beneath their opaque cover.

"Lovely evening, isn't it?"

Dante, who was mindlessly creating small zaps between his thumb and forefinger, shot a bolt towards the shadow. The shadow had dodged effortlessly and popped up a little closer.

"Relax, Sparky. I'm harmless." The young man approached and one would think he would be visible once he stepped out into the dully lit pier but he was still shrouded by shadow.

"Wraith."

"Good observation. But I do prefer Calix, my actual name not what I am."

Dante watched as the shadow sat near him, eyes red and focused on him. It made him uncomfortable, but he couldn't help but feel like it's okay to trust him. There was no negative energy coming off Calix. "Dante."

The silence was deafening, but also kind of relaxing to be honest. He often found solace in silence especially with constant flow of powerful magic in him that sometimes felt deafening. Being half human had it's downsides and the force of his father's gifts felt like a burden when he couldn't control it properly.

"What's that sigh for?" Calix pulled his legs against his chest, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy with a hellish gaze.

Dante didn't know he had let out a sigh while his thoughts consumed him. He studied the wraith before him as if he was deciding on whether or not to say anything. Not very many people knew about him, just his mother and a few people in the village. Calix was a stranger... but he was a magical being, too.

"Ah, one second." Slowly, the shadows seemed to melt off Calix revealing a young man about Dante's age with curly black hair that hung around his ears and his eyes went to a more darker red that it seemed brown. Calix was definitely beautiful. The shadows lingered along his arms and hands but the rest of him seemed almost human. "Better?"

"Immensely. Not as scary." Dante shifted to turn towards Calix with his dark eyes on him. "I'm burdened with a curse from my father. My mother insists it's a gift, but she isn't living with it."

"Ahhh, I know that too well. I'm not very approachable when I'm in my true form, and I struggle with keeping my disguises up." Calix adjusted and leaned forward some more, a smile curving along his full lips. "My mum always told me it's okay to struggle because that's part of the journey."

Dante rolled his eyes. "You're not a demi-god, are you? My powers are much stronger than your shadow tricks. And I don't have anyone who can help me with them... my mother's human and she tries but I don't want to lose control with her." It was a shame his father never came back, he probably didn't even know he existed. The hatred towards his father ran deep. "Losing control would hurt her."

His vulnerability slipped out. After all, he was still young and still learning. A shadowed hand reached out and covered his. It was cool to touch, but comforting. Dante looked up at Calix who was smiling warmly to him making his heart skip a beat. He didn't seem afraid of his abilities.

"I don't know much about demi-god powers, but I have plenty of free time on my hands for moral support."

----

"Ahh, jesus. You know, Dante. If I keep on hiding you from whatever trouble you're getting into then I might have to move." Calix opened the door wider to allow his friend to enter his place in the middle of the night. He looked a little rough, an old scratch was almost done healing but what got Calix's attention was the flustered look on his face and the dark circles under his eyes.

This was something other than the usual trouble. Calix followed Dante to the kitchen, watching him very closely. "Wait, what happened to that guy I told you about when I was out of town? What's his name.. Cy--"

"Enough." The word was soft but it held so much emotion. Dante reached into the fridge and pulled out a dark red wine from the back. Calix pulled it out of his hands and put it back. "Hey! Let me--" A shadowed finger pressed to his lips.

"Did he hurt you?"

The words were dripping with malice. Calix's eyes seemed to glow brighter. Dante even shivered at the sight before him. "No. He didn't hurt me, Cal. Let me drink in peace.

"What happened, Dante? You come to me and intend to drink some of my expensive wine. I deserve to know what happened." The hand wouldn't let go of the wine.

Dante's brown eyes flicked to Calix and he sighed, letting go of the bottle. He'd beat it out of him or end up hunting Cyrus down himself which he couldn't let happen. "I can't get close to someone again. Every time I do, I lose them." He watched the wraith's expression soften as he spoke and he lifted his grip on the bottle. Dante explained everything from the moment him and the man named Cyrus met to moments before he disappeared without a trace.

"You seriously left that man hanging? The fuck, Dante. You're explaining what you feel for him and you want me to believe you can get over him? He isn't Elizabeth. He's not mortal if that's what you're afraid of."

Those words hurt even if they were the truth. "I-- I can't, Cal. I'm so fucking afraid of feeling like that again!"

Calix stared at him, understanding his pain but also wanted what's best for Dante.

"Listen to me. You can stay here as long as you want as always, but please, for the love of all that is holy... do not give up on him. If he treated you good, made you feel like that, then give him a chance. You might regret not doing so." Calix took his wine and started to leave. He looked back.

"You're my friend. It's harsh to hear this, but I'm saying it because we are friends. Don't let your past control your future. I've known you for decades, Dante. You clearly love him."

[myinnerstorms]

ooc:

they just changed the layout on me wtf

[myinnerstorms]

OOC: fk off you bots

[sweet-sassy-babe]

[eastcoastatlantic]

[blueeyesfilledwithpassion-deact]

Strong & Soft

A Beautiful Thing Indeed.....

[photographss-world]

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Cahit Zarifoğlu...

[happyheidi]