Demigod

Andrew Graham x London Born x Son of Zeus x 22

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phillipbrx‌:

‘‘I am. And I’ve heard about you,’‘ he simply replied with a teasing smile, chewing on his food at he looked at the other male. Phillip knew that if he wasn’t adding anything to his sentence, the other male would end up wondering what kind of thing… But he left him wondering, moving a leg on each side of the long chair as he ate his breakfast. 

‘‘No one mentioned the whole dimple and abs combo though, I’m appaled,’‘ he gently mocked, grabbing a toast and adding some strawberry jam on it. His attention was on his food, but his gaze was shifting between his meal and the other male who seemed to be swimming close to the edge, closer to him. ‘‘I don’t want to sound dramatic but we’re almost cousin,’‘ his sense of humour was debatable, but he flashed him a smile to know he was just being cheeky. Phillip woke up in a good mood, blaming the time he spent with Leland the night before for it. 

The fact Lip said he’d heard of him immediately had Andrew concerned, arms raising in mock surrender with a smile. “It’s all lies, I promise you. Don’t believe a word of it.” There was obvious humour in his tone, something about Hawaii obviously agreeing with him. It wasn’t the weather, that was for sure. Maybe it was just being away from the camp.

“How else did you expect me to survive this long? Secret weapons don’t work very well if they aren’t secret.” Playing along came naturally to the son of Zeus, even as he finally settled at the edge of the pool, arms resting with his head atop them. Taking in a slow breath, he offered a snort of laughter in response to the mention of being almost cousins, humming a little. “Almost. I don’t even know how this whole mess works out. Not sure I want to think about it either. But seriously. Nice to meet you, man. How you been coping with the whole demigod thing so far?”

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Face to face or from behind?

     “Face to face. I... Like intimacy. Like seeing my partners face, getting a read of how tey’re doing, getting a better idea of what I’m doing right, that sorta thing.”

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Costumes or Lingerie

     “Would costumes include, like, uniforms? That’s about as close to a costume as I can think of. Either way, that’s what I’d pick.” Definitely never watched police inspired porn. Nope. Never.

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Ass or Chests?

     “Both? Both is good. I ain’t picking just one. Like, between a guy being out of breah, chest covered in sweat after we... Y’know, to somebodies finer assets. I can’t pick one.””

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Which iconic vine best describes Andrew?

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Butt Plugs or Vibrators?

     “Can’t really say I’ve used toys before to have an actual opinion on this. I’d guess vibrator? Maybe? I don’t know.”

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On on one or Group Sex?

      “...I mean. Deciding on one or the other seems a bit rich coming from the guy who lost his v-card in a threeway... But I’d probably still lean more toward one on One. I’m just not gonna dismiss an added party.”

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Thighs or Arms?

     “...Guessing both isn’t an option I can get away with, right? Guess I’d have to go more for thighs. But, like, arms are great too, mate.”

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Morning Sex or Evening Sex?

      “Morning. Lazy kisses, first stretches, still not being quite awake. It’s... Nice.”

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Phone sex or Sexting?

     “Phone sex. There’s something way more intimate about still hearing the other person’s voice in that sort of situation. Being able to hear the effect your having on them, when their breath hitches... You get it?”

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Loud or Quiet?

     “Pretty sure I happen to fall on the, uh, louder side of things. Not ridiculously so or anything, but still just. Louder rather than quieter.”

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lelandwindsor‌:

he’s beginning to accept that the nerves are going to make a home inside his bones. it’s a familiar feeling by now, this weight in his chest, the feeling of pressure pushing his shoulders apart. it’s made a bed in his blood after the harpies, after a night of anxious half-sleeping, and a day of learning things that should terrify him.

but this is the life of a demigod, this is the life of being chosen. 

he’s aimlessly walking around the hotel, hands in his pockets, when he hears it. the music is faint, but it carries through empty hallways, bounces off the walls. he follows his ears until he enters the empty bar, bartender wiping down the counters and then his eyes land on a familiar form: andrew. a smile tugs at his lips as he walks in, slow and quiet, pulled into a trance that the other plays so easily. he stands there for a few minutes, maybe even fifteen, without saying a word, just watching the other get lost in the music, in the playing, in the artistry. “you’re really good at that.” he breaks his awestruck silence as he moves in closer, standing next to the piano and the son of zeus. “don’t stop, keep playing, if you don’t mind an audience.”

An audience was the last thing Andrew was anticipating. A lot of people that played like him sought a crowd, sought people to hear what they could do. It had always been more of a... Him thing. It wasn’t like he was opposed to other people hearing, but he’d always played for himself, first and foremost. Song choices, when, all of it was for him. Hell, most of what he actually knew how to play was from video games for crying out loud. Hardly the sort of thing you played for an audience.

But then Leland was moving in closer, talking, and it snapped him from his reverie for just a moment. Enough for fingers to falter on the keys, and his cheeks to flush.

“Well, I did start playing when I was a kid. Wanted to make sure I hadn’t lost my touch.” He was almost ready to close the lid, but then Leland was asking im to continue, and he offered a quick nod. Shuffling over, enough that the other could sit if he’d prefer, even as fingers once more found the keys. “I’d, uh, take a request but I don’t really know that much off the top of my head.”

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phillipbrx‌:

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When Phillip decided to have breakfast by the pool he never imagined that someone else had the same idea — only better. Grinning to himself when he noticed the stranger enjoying his meal he decided to sit on a long-chair, moving his yellow tainted glasses on the bridge of his nose as soon as his plate as in front of him. ‘’I should’ve thought about the whole floating food tray,’’ he pointed out, letting go of a chuckle as he flashed a small smile at the other male. He didn’t know who Andrew was, but he saw him once or twice since he got to the camp and apparently now was the right moment to introduce himself. 

‘‘Name’s Lip,’‘ he told thse other, poking a piece of pineapple from his plate before bringing the fruit to his mouth. ‘’Scream my name is you drop something at the bottom of the pool–’’

It had taken a while for Andrew to start adjusting tot he heat of Hawaii, but eventually, it at least became bearable. Sure, it was right before they were due to go in to a volcano, which would no doubt be transformed in to something far more fire filled than what it actually was once they crossed that threshold.  So, yeah, he was gonna take his damn time enjoying the sun, and overall just being lazy for once. Chowing down on breakfast in the pool, eyes closed and pretty much the picture of relaxed.

At least until another voice cut through the relative quiet, not expecting any kind of company.

“Andrew. You’re the son of Poseidon, right?” He already knew the answer. As soon as the other had arrived, he’d been trying to figure out how to best approach hi, and coming up empty with near enough every plan. He wasn’t good at it, okay. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, thanks mate.” He flashed his best smile, swimming his way closer to the edge of the pool.

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      He was nervous. Well, more nervous. The trial was coming up, and even with the training they’d managed to squeeze in before heading out... So many of them were new. So many of them hadn’t seen the horrors that were their parents ‘tests’. He could still remember Sthenos decaying form, Arachne with her shattered carapace still so full of rage. He had more concerns, more fears, but he was trying to stifle them. At least a little.

     It was how he’d wound up in the resorts bar. Not drinking, no. Instead, he’d spotted the Piano in the corner ever time he passed through, whether going for a drink, or something to eat. It never really seemed to have been played during their time there, but he intended on changing that. After getting permission, and being sure that the room was empty aside from the bartender, he began to play.

      He was always thankful he had one way of escaping. At least for a moment. There was no piano back at the camp, or none that he’d seen, so getting a chance to play again was refreshing. Unaware of anybody who happened to wander in, focusing instead on remembering.

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smplmchn‌:

the way andrew’s skin was like a barometer for how…affected he was by the moment, how into it he could be, zeke loved having that kind of feedback so readily available. to look and andrew and know, just. know, that he’s in it, no doubt, no question.

all air left zeke’s chest through his nose as andrew took his lips in that kiss. zeke’s brain, normally gears spinning frantically and catching with jagged teeth, finally started to slow. “not a worm. not a snake. so…what is it?” zeke asked, lips brushing against andrew’s with each word spoken. 

it’s the smllest of gestures, but to ezekiel? his breath caught, just for a second. maybe, just maybe, he’s not alone in reaching out, in how far he found himself extended in andrew’s direction, over time. but he does’t ask. he doesn’t burst the bubble. he just smiles against andrew’s mouth, sliding his hand under that shirt, tangling his fingers in the warm hair of his stomach.

He’s well aware of how much of a tell his blush could be. How easily it was drawn from him in any kind of situation like this, especially with Zeke. But it also wasn’t one Andrew cared to try and diminish or hold back. He liked the other knowing that this was affecting him in the moment. Something solid to focus on rather than myriad thoughts in his head like arrows raining.

The question has a soft hum brewing in the back of the Demigod’s throat, before he shifted his hands. Slowly taking a firm hold of Zeke’s hips until he used just a little of his strength to flip him. Back to the mattress, proud erection on display for the son of Zeus. “Beautiful.” A kiss to his nose. “Gorgeous.” A kiss to his jaw. “Astounding, also.” A mouth pressing to his throat, open mouthed and attentive.

There’s plenty of other words he could add, but for now? For now he wanted to show his appreciation rather than just say it. The hand brushing beneath his shirt encouraged him to throw the fabric away, but he’s soon delving beneath Zeke’s reach, to instead press his mouth against his stomach, and lower.

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lelandwindsor‌:

leland moves his his hands away as andrew starts mapping out the scars adorning his skin. two from his life now, two from his life then. he furrows his brow for a moment. “did you not want the scars healed or are they not able to fade away entirely/’ he questions before the pad of his index finger slowly traces the shape of the gnoll spear scar. none of leland’s scars are visible, all buried beneath the surface for only him to see.

he continues applying the sun screen onto andrew’s back, making sure it’s rubbed in completely so he doesn’t actually burn. when he’s finished he hands  the bottle to the demigod. “alright, your turn. get  your chest and stomach so you don’t look like half a lobster when we’re done.” he grins teasingly, the smile staying on his face as he sits across from the other, feet up, and sips his drink. 

“Some are too much, or left too long. I didn’t go out of my way to prioritise... Getting them healed when there were people in much worse condition than me.” Besides, it was just a couple of scars. What was the point in working himself up about a couple of marks that didn’t make any difference to him? if anything, they were signs of what he’d done, of what he could do. Byt hte time Leland was finished with his shoulders, he’d managed to will away any physical reaction ot the situation, but he’s pretty sure he’s still blushing. Just a little.

“And here I was thinking that might actually be a good look for me.” It was obvious the son of Zeus was mostly just hoking, even as he did as instructed. Squeezing a generous amount of sun screen in his palms, starting to work it in to whatever patches Leland had missed. “How have ou been finding all of this so far?” He figures it’s a safe enough question, all things considered.