#olympicvalor

[pantheeons]

@olympicvalor

Of all the people he met here, Grant's fellow children of Demeter were the easiest to relate to, even if their personalities and lifestyles varied from one to the other. Ozzy followed after their goddess a little more literally as an environmentalist, while Grant, well...

In some ways his chosen handle of "breedmachine" proved to be cosmically apt, now understanding himself to be a child of the goddess of (among other things) fertility. Ozzy served her by trying to help the physical Earth. Grant served her by —theoretically— laying his seed among it.

Which they were both currently doing now, even if Grant couldn't actually get Ozzy pregnant. But then again, with everything he'd learned since coming here, maybe he should've been a little more concerned to not be wearing protection.

This wasn't "gay," by the way. Just classic fraternal bonding like the Gods they worshipped would've approved of.

As ever, his thrusts were long, hard, and deep — he didn't earn the title of "breedmachine" for nothin. (Well, it was self-given, but regardless.) No words spoken, because Grant had a goal in mind. Work-driven as always. Well, mostly no words spoken—

"You're so tight, fuck—" he groans in disbelief. Were all guys like this? Maybe he wasn't actually... no, none of that thinking. More fucking.

[chiseledpaul]

“you’re going to have to trust me a bit here.” paul stepped forward closer to henry, “i’ve been obsessed with these ancient olympics videos online.” he was holding a bottle of oil, he waved in front of his friend's face. he squirt some into his hand, rubbing his hands together. “the thing that stuck with me was they really showed off the male form with oil. to accentuate the muscles… and i immediately thought of you.” the male body was a tool for victory for nike; paul figured athena's wise kids would understand this. paul grinned, extending his hands to hopefully lather his friend.  

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[fromolympus]

for: dorian @olympicvalor] what: reed freaking out as they wait to enter a tokyo club

he feels unusually paranoid, it's the worst part of being away from the island for reed. he has somewhat of an ego, he knows that, but that's not what has him feeling like people might recognize him. it's the feeling that people are watching and waiting for him to slip up. he can feel camera flashes in his face all over again, but it's just the bright lights of the neon city up above. 

he feels itchy and like he wants to go back home. back to the one place where he's been allowed to be regular, or as regular as a demigod could be. 

the possibility of being singled out has him on edge. 

“sorry,” he says to dorian, knowing that he isn't being his usual self. he wanted to get to know the guy more, have fun with him out in the real world. but the real world is his least favorite place. it's only ever tolerable when they have some kind of mission, something else to focus on. 

they're waiting in line for a club, and reed is practically shrinking inward, his shoulders hiked up and his head down. 

“jesus, i'm the worst travel buddy ever, huh?” it's said with a self deprecating little laugh, tinged with bitterness. “i'll get it together soon, i swear, man.” 

he breathes out and raises an eyebrow at dorian as he brushes their shoulders together, trying to relax. “maybe a little kiss will make me feel better. get me in the partying mood.” 

[pantheeons]

@olympicvalor

Honestly Saxon would have found Axel's whole admiration thing of him kinda pathetic if he weren't such a vain asshole who liked the attention. Somehow it had gotten to Axel that Saxon was in the possession of a pretty, pink little pussy in his pants, and apparently the kid felt some sort of jealous of it?

He didn't know what was up with Gen Z at this point anymore but he hoped his own son was not, at the very least, a catboy or whatever. He could handle a sissy. And the sissy could handle him.

Needless to say, with all this downtime Saxon needed his cunt played with, and who better than a twunk with clit envy?

"Alright, so—" Saxon began, throwing his shirt off and pushing his pants down to the ground, revealing his lack of underwear as he now stood completely nude before Axel. Then he takes a seat on the bed, spreading his meaty legs just enough to let Axel peer inside. "Since you seem to want one of these so much, I'll let you take a look. Do whatever you want with it. But if you fuck me real good, maybe I'll see what I can do about getting you one of these for yourself. Deal?"

[pantheeons]

@olympicvalor

Dylan had to admit he did enjoy Poe's company. He felt they had a lot in common, besides the whole Melinoe thing. Similar(-ish) personalities, a tendency to stand close to the wall in group settings... alright, that was sort of it, but he figured he may as well make an opportunity of this excursion in a way they would both enjoy. A park at midnight? What the hell, sure.

"If I fall asleep out here, make sure nobody pisses on me, kay?" he requests, mostly joking, but also sorta not. This was a valid, real concern to have back in Atlantic City, especially in the night hours. "Also, if you see Daryl, say I died or something. I don't wanna deal with whatever we got going on together. Please tell me you also have a not-so-secret cosmic admirer so I can laugh at it."

[pantheeons]

@olympicvalor

Honestly it never got old, simulating the experience of having a dick without actually possessing one. Rex's telekinesis had its obvious uses and applications, of course, but manipulating energy or molecules in the air or whatever allowed him to place some propulsive movement wherever he wanted it.

So he focused it on his crotch most times he had sex, allowing him to top whoever he wanted without material intervention. Axel seemed to enjoy it, anyway.

"Fuck, you're tight—" he grunts, hips bucking against the younger guy's meaty ass cheeks, causing them to clap on each thrust. "Well I assume you're right, can't actually feel your hole around my—"

All this talking wasn't sex.

He pulls out and plops onto his back, a visible marker of his telekinesis showing Axel where to take a perch. "Ride me, baby girl—"