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."
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.















