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“You miss every shot you don't take.” Hermes explained, still very much invading Odysseus’ personal space. But it wasn't a great idea to push away a god that had just bestowed a gift without any apparent strings.
Odysseus' face must have shown that he was unfamiliar with the phrase, for Hermes let out another giggle that was caught somewhere between mischievous and disarming.
“To put it another way, my friend,” Hermes began, gaining altitude effortlessly as he swung round to rest his arms and chin against Odysseus' shoulder. “An arrow that is never fired will never find a target.”
To emphasize his point, his fingers struck the string of Odysseus’ bow as if it were an instrument, a surprisingly melodic tone sounding as a result.
As Odysseus chewed that over with a raised brow, Hermes ascended further. The wings at his ankles fluttered as he took a seat on a nearby tree branch, though it had long become obvious the wings were not what granted him flight. For show, then. Just like the way he draped himself over the branch to fix Odysseus with a coy smirk.
The king’s mind felt fuzzy at the edges, but his vision felt too sharp. The moly, probably kicking in as his heart rate increased. Or was that a side effect, too? It was hard to tell, considering he was currently being sized up by a god, which did nothing to ease the racing.
“Hermes, I-” He started hesitantly, mind processing things almost so quickly it was overwhelming.
“I merely think,” Hermes interrupted him, flipping over onto his stomach instead, winged ankles crossed behind him. “Considering the foe you plan to face…”
The god gestured fleetingly in the direction Odysseus knew Circe’s palace lay. Where his men waited for their captain to save them. It sent a spark of urgency through him, but he was quickly distracted again as Hermes slid from the tree. It was catlike, fluid like liquid.
Seductive.
“It might be to your benefit if you are fully committed. Both mind, and body.” He purred, once again too close, his breath hot as it brushed the shell of Odysseus’ ear and caused the smallest of shivers. “Wouldn't do to get… Distracted.”
Mind once again reeling, Odysseus swallowed thickly, buying himself some time to think.
He was no stranger to the affections and comforts of men. Without Polites and Eurylochus, he might not have even made it through the war. While typically they would have pulled away from one another after their marriages and becoming proper warriors, a decade without seeing their wives could drive even the best of men mad.
His two closest friends had been his only physical solace in the sea of longing he felt for his wife. If he could only cross it, maybe he would no longer need the comfort. Yet the ocean itself was against him now, waves dragging him further and further into his growing loneliness and despair.
Hermes was right, he realized. With the gentleness of Polites gone from his side, there was a fresh wound, a new void inside him spreading to join the heartache he was already barely keeping at bay. Thoughts of Polites bled into memories of Penelope and then back again, a constant tide of longing and regret he couldn't seem to escape.
Eurylochus did his best. It's what he had always done. But with Odysseus so often lost in his own grim thoughts, his second had to take on more responsibility over the crew. Between playing messenger between Odysseus and his men and attending to the overall morale, he had less time to lend a sturdy shoulder or extend a comforting embrace to his captain.
Not to mention that it was difficult to find a time for a private moment. Odysseus had spent nine days too paranoid to sleep. Not even his second had felt confident enough to approach him. And before that, he'd spent much of his time gazing at the sea, thinking of all it had already taken from him at that point.
After everything, what remained of his crew would likely not judge the two if they weren't as discreet as they usually were. Losing 557 of their fellow soldiers had left the remaining 43 traumatized and fragile, and it was not uncommon to find them in each other's arms whenever they had a spare moment.
Truth be told, many probably already believed they wouldn't make it home, despite his efforts to maintain their morale. Better to die in comfort than to languish in longing.
Odysseus couldn't fault them, either, though he didn't feel comfortable being too affectionate in front of them. He was their captain, and their king. It wasn't good to look soft. Especially after Polites.
But his men weren't here. He'd gone alone to face Circe, left Eurylochus in charge should he fail to return. It was just the king, and a god.
Hermes giggled again, probably at his hesitation and silence. Usually he was quicker with his wits. Then again, trying to outpace Hermes seemed a fool’s errand. His lips nearly brushed Odysseus’ skin as he spoke.
“You've got time, the root is still digesting. If you're in a rush, I could help speed up the process.” He drawled as a finger traced the neckline of Odysseus’ chiton, tentatively playing with the clasp at his shoulder that held his chlamys in place, sliding his bow from his shoulder.
Unlike most of the gods he'd met so far who seemed to prefer a towering stature, Hermes kept his form on the smaller side. If he ever let his feet touch the ground, he would likely be close in height to Odysseus himself. His build was athletic but slim, not bulky from ten years of war and a life of training.
Elpenor was probably closest in build to him, thanks to age, though he grew into his body more each day. Soon he'd look like any of Odysseus’ other men.
Hermes didn't look like his men. He wasn't grisled by war, nor the sea, nor the passage of time. His face and his skin were smooth, unmarred, youthful. His hair fell in golden curls about his face, unburdened by the salt from the ocean winds.
He was beautiful. Odysseus didn't need a magical hallucinogenic root to see that. But even as the god continued to play with the clasp of his chlamys, he couldn't release his tension.
Gods made deals. They played tricks. The moly had already been a suspicious gift, but now this? Too generous. Especially for a trickster god.
“What’s the catch?” He asked carefully.
Hermes finally relinquished his hold on the clasp, but only to run his hands down Odysseus’ chest instead, slipping inside his chiton.
“No catch, friend. Just mutual benefit.” He murmured, and this time his lips really did brush against Odysseus’ ear as he spoke. “If you'll remember, I am a god of fertility. I've been known to enjoy a distraction of my own here and there.”
Odysseus swallowed again, fighting to repress a shiver. When was the last time someone had touched him like that? A vague memory suggested some night with Polites, before the cyclops. Hermes’ fingers brushing teasingly over a nipple brought him back to the present.
“I-It’s just, the last time a god offered help without mentioning the cost, I faced a heavy loss.” He explained, breathing already starting to get shaky despite his efforts to resist.
“You did. But don't worry, clever king. I simply wish to enjoy the journey and the outcome. It's the same reason I gifted you the moly. As I said, you could die today. Finding out is my reward.” Hermes hummed as his hands wandered back up towards the clasp again.
“And as I've warned, Circe is a charming foe. I recommend you take every advantage you can if you want to survive.” He continued, finally unpinning the clasp. He moved with a surprising slowness, deliberate on his part. Time for Odysseus to pull away, to turn him away.
He found it hard to want to. Certainly it was a bad idea. But Hermes, despite being a trickster, was known to be surprisingly generous. And after so much strife? Gods, Odysseus just wanted to give in.
“I will not punish you if you choose not to. As I said, no strings.” Assured Hermes, letting the red fabric fall to pool around Odysseus’ feet. “I have no score to settle with you, nor anything to prove. Just pleasure to gain.”
As Hermes’ hands returned to teasing under his chiton, Odysseus took in a shaky breath, leaning back against the god almost imperceptibly. But gods, especially gods like Hermes, were often very perceptive.
“Ah, that's it. Relax for a bit. You've got quite a battle coming up. Let me give you another advantage.” Cooed Hermes, clearly pleased. One of his hands trailed to Odysseus’ belt, but paused when Odysseus took hold of it.
“Promise me,” Odysseus said firmly, turning his head to look into the shadows of Hermes' helmet seriously. “No children. I know we're both men, but that means little for a god. I have enough to deal with with one child to worry after.”
Though he couldn't see it, he somehow sensed that Hermes had raised a brow, but the god retained his pleased grin as he chuckled. “That's fair. Not many men think that far ahead. You have my word.”
Odysseus nodded, letting out another shaky breath, finally letting some of the tension in his shoulders droop. This was still a bad idea. But he was tired. And Hermes took his weight so effortlessly.
“Poor thing.” Hermes hummed soothingly, one arm around the king’s chest to help keep him upright, the other already loosening his belt after discarding his sword. “My kin have certainly not been making your journey easy. Give yourself a moment to relax. Rest is just as important for a warrior as training. It will leave you refreshed, with a clearer mind.”
Odysseus let the words fill his mind for a moment, let them chase away worries and loneliness and regret. He knew it was only for a moment, but the sheer relief of it made him almost envy the Lotus Eaters. A life without worries must be so much simpler.
His belt joined his chlamys on the ground, chiton falling open loosely without the cinch. The fabric was heavy with salt and worn from sailing. It had been beautiful, once. Woven by his mother before the war. He bet she would have fresh ones waiting for him when he finally made it home.
“Shh.” Shushed Hermes softly, as if he could tell something other than him had crossed the king’s mind. Maybe he could. “Let me distract you.”
Odysseus shuddered, turning his head to give Hermes easier access to the final fastener at his shoulder. The god plucked it from the fabric easily, and his chiton dropped with some weight and stiffness to the ground.
Taking a moment to press their bodies together, Hermes’ hands once again wandered, exploring newly exposed skin, feeling the chills he caused. “Such a handsome king~”
Coming from a god, it was high praise. But Odysseus just made a noncommittal noise, struggling a bit with his own weight as Hermes pulled away to slide in front of him instead. Odysseus once again felt more than saw the way Hermes looked him over. He seemed genuinely pleased, at least.
“Sit, before your legs give out.” He suggested, walking Odysseus backwards until his legs ran into a large boulder. When Hermes pushed him to sit on it, it was cold, but surprisingly smooth. Probably on purpose. Rarely were coincidences involved in an encounter with a god.
The king sat back, taking a few breaths to steady himself. Hermes circled him slowly in the air, as if considering which angle to approach from. A hand came out to cup his jaw, turning his head up to face Hermes properly.
“It must be tiring, never letting your mind rest.”
Odysseus couldn't deny that, nodding without realizing. Hermes smiled, leaning in and kissing his cheek.
“Just for this moment. It will be but fleeting seconds when we finish. So enjoy it.” He urged in a lower, more seductive tone. Again, Odysseus was nodding before he had even fully processed. He could feel the curl of Hermes' lips against his skin.
“That's it.” The god praised as he slid to sit in Odysseus' lap, seemingly allowing gravity to affect him for the first time. Odysseus instinctively slid an arm around his back to help him balance, realizing a moment later it was probably unnecessary. But Hermes leaned into it like an affectionate cat, so he didn't pull away.
No one was allowed to toy with him like this. None of his men, at least. It would be a breach of their positions. It would be inappropriate. But Hermes was a god. Odysseus bit his lip.
“No need to fret, friend. I'll take care of you.” Assured Hermes, shifting down enough to expose Odysseus between them, half hard. He pressed closer again so that it was trapped against his thigh, a hand reaching between them to stroke it lazily.
A soft moan escaped unbidden from Odysseus, leaning back on his free arm and tilting his head back. “Gods-”
Hermes snickered, grip tightening a bit around him. “Just one, at the moment.”
“H-Hermes-” He managed weakly, surprising even himself with just how much his body was reacting, how much he needed this. Had it been so long? Was it an effect of the moly? If he'd felt like this while trying to fight Circe… He might have lost.
This really was a favor on Hermes’ part. Even if he did benefit from it as well.
“I thought you might have a sweeter voice somewhere in there.” Hummed Hermes as his lips trailed Odysseus’ neck and shoulder, hand still stroking him to attention. “How charming~”
Odysseus could hardly think, so he just allowed Hermes to play his body like a harp. The pleasure made sure the fog in his mind stayed firmly in place, and he let himself enjoy it. The god’s skin and lips were impossibly smooth and soft, like fluttering wings.
“There we are.” Hermes grinned against his neck, squeezing Odysseus' full hardness. “A strong king indeed.”
Odysseus found it in him to blush a bit at that, but he was too far gone for further shyness beyond that. He'd done this kind of thing with Polites before, albeit in a far clumsier manner. But he'd been sure of his position at that point.
He was unsure how Hermes intended for things to play out. Odysseus was used to taking the lead. He was captain, and king. It was the only role he knew to take. But Hermes was a god, even if he was smaller than even Polites. Should a king bow in service to a god?
“Your mind is going again.” Hermes observed, shifting to straddle his lap, a leg on either side. The skirt of his chiton was tented, proof he was truly interested in playing things out. “I said I would take care of it, didn't I? Let me.”
Swallowing, Odysseus nodded again, tentatively reaching out to wrap his hands around Hermes’ waist. He was so slender that the king’s fingers could almost meet on either side.
With a grin and a snap of his fingers, Hermes’ chiton disappeared entirely, leaving only his bright red chlamys, his sandals, and his helmet. The color was stunning against the fair, golden tone of his skin and hair.
Odysseus found he couldn't resist running a hand from shoulder to hip, thumb passing purposefully over a nipple. Hermes made a pleased noise, wrapping his arms around Odysseus’ neck and arching into the touch.
“Yes, that's it. You can take what you want.” He purred, nudging forward so their hips met, trapping their erections between their stomachs.
“C-Can I?” Breathed Odysseus, biting his lip and rocking his hips needily, groaning at the minimal friction.
Snickering, the god lifted up on his knees so that Odysseus' hardness slid underneath him, nestling against the cleft of his ass. “Yes, my cautious friend. You'll find I'm rather… Amenable.”
Odysseus' cock twitched in response, a low moan rumbling in his chest. “Gods-”
Hermes only laughed again, leaning back and reaching between his legs to guide the tip to his entrance, holding it there with his fingers. “You'll have to help me out with this part.”
“Don't you want oil?” Odysseus managed with some difficulty, biting so hard at his lip it was on the verge of bleeding. It was hard to keep his wits with a god offering to take his cock. Wanting it, even.
“Such a considerate king.” Hermes giggled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I'm fine. Divine powers let you skip a few things, when you want to.”
Already fighting to keep himself in check, Odysseus just nodded quickly, panting a bit with the effort of keeping still. When Hermes began to sink down on him, though, he couldn't help but push up to meet him, groaning loudly and squeezing his waist tightly. “Fuck-”
Hermes moaned as well, leaning his head back a bit with a pleased grin. “Mmm, that's it. Perfect~”
It went in as easily as if they had used oil, just enough resistance to be intensely pleasurable. Odysseus felt he was seeing stars as he bottomed out, feeling the tightness of the god in his lap practically engulf his every sense until all he could think about was how badly he wanted more.
“Hermes-” He grit, grip so tight it would have left a bruise on a mortal. The god’s flesh merely gave luxuriously under his fingers, sinewy and supple and warm.
“Feels good, hmm? Move for me.” Hermes said in a surprisingly commanding tone, one of his hands tangling in Odysseus' hair and pulling a bit.
The king didn't need further encouragement, burying his face against Hermes' chest and pulling back so he could bury his cock even deeper. It was a heat he couldn't compare to anything else he'd felt, almost too intense, but maddeningly addictive.
Hermes moved with him, raising on his knees before reseating himself, head thrown back to let out a delighted, breathy laugh. Odysseus groaned against the hollow of his throat, grinding into him desperately.
“Please, off-” He barely managed, tugging at Hermes' chlamys, unable to find the dexterity to remove it himself, too preoccupied with trying to bury himself deeper with each thrust.
Instead of teasing, as he usually might have, Hermes complied. There was no snap this time, no showmanship. The fabric simply disappeared, leaving all his skin glowing in the light filtering through the trees.
Odysseus made a hungry noise, lurching forward to kiss and suck messily at the god’s shoulder. Even if he bit, it didn't leave a mark. It did make Hermes arch with a pleased gasp, though, so he kept nipping between kisses.
“Your men don't know what they're missing~” Hermes cackled, gathering the king's face in both hands and crashing their lips together hungrily, biting almost as much as kissing. It sent Odysseus' already foggy mind absolutely spinning, barely able to keep up.
His nose pressed against the cool gold of Hermes' helmet where it dipped in the front into a nose guard. The movement displaced it a little, shifting golden curls underneath and revealing a brief glance of shockingly blue eyes hidden in the shadow. So blue they were almost silvery, like liquid metal.
Then they were gone again, obscured, and Odysseus could feel the god grinning into the kiss. It was all he could do to hold onto him, letting Hermes take more control over the pace of their hips.
“Not going to last much longer, hmm?”
It was the truth. Odysseus had long lost control over himself, and he could feel his orgasm building rapidly. Was he really this pent up?
“That's alright, go ahead. There are other ways you can return the favor.” Hermes said into his ear, nipping the lobe.
Odysseus groaned, wrapping both of his arms around the god to hold him tightly against his chest, renewing his efforts and grinding in as deeply as he could.
Hermes let out a breathless chuckle, pulling on the king's hair to wrench his head back enough to kiss him again, licking into his mouth in a surprisingly possessive gesture.
Odysseus let him, focusing his energy on keeping his pace, which was getting more difficult as he approached the edge. His nails dug into soft skin, but still it didn't give.
“H-Hermes-” He barely managed, his spine arching as he reached his limit.
Instead of answering, Hermes bit down hard on his bottom lip, drawing blood this time. Caught between a yelp and a moan, Odysseus finished inside of him with a shudder, still holding him in a crushing grip.
His vision swam as if he were looking through water, the high of the orgasm and the moly leaving him without thoughts for a moment.
He was distantly aware that Hermes was lapping at the blood dripping from his lip. It didn't hurt that much, though, so probably nothing serious. It actually seemed to hurt less the more he thought about it.
The weight of Hermes in his lap was still there, but hardly noticeable. The warmth was nice, though, as a soft breeze rolled over them. With the sheen of sweat covering his body, it made Odysseus shiver.
“Found some of your wits?” Hermes guessed, smoothing his hair back, twirling a long piece around a finger.
“Yeah.” He nodded slowly, blinking a few times.
“You really should relax more often. A bow that is strung too tightly shoots arrows just as clumsily as one that is too loose.” The god mused, lifting up until Odysseus slid out of him. Odysseus sucked in a breath.
“Oh, don't worry. Not quite done here. Just letting you catch your breath.” Hermes grinned mischievously, leaning in to kiss him again. It was softer this time, and Odysseus realized his lip no longer ached at all. Running his tongue over it, he found it was already healed.
Hermes giggled. “Sorry about that, friend.”
He did not seem very sorry at all.
Odysseus slowly loosened his grip, letting his arms fall to make a weak attempt at holding himself up. Hermes seemed to have other ideas, though, nudging him to lay back. He did, surprised to find his head resting on Hermes' folded chlamys rather than the bare boulder.
Hermes perched on top of him, nearly weightless again despite laying practically lengthwise, like he'd done on the branch earlier. He kicked his feet up, crossing his ankles and resting his chin on his hands, regarding Odysseus with a lopsided smile.
“Feeling more relaxed?” He wondered.
“It's not obvious?” Odysseus snorted, lifting a hand to rest it on the small of Hermes’ back.
“It is. I'm making conversation. Am I boring you?” Though he was still grinning, Odysseus still had enough of his wits to know a wrong answer would be offensive, even to Hermes.
“Hardly. I can barely think, though.” He said, honestly.
Hermes laughed. “Yes, that was rather the idea. Just enjoy the respite. You don't get it often. That said, it seems you've caught your breath, if not your wits.”
Odysseus nodded slowly, watching Hermes curiously. He wasn't sure what came next. Hermes had said they weren't done, and the god’s hardness hadn't flagged even as they rested briefly.
“Good. Behave yourself for me and I'll make it worth your while.” Hermes promised with a grin, kissing Odysseus' chin before sitting up on his knees again.
This time, however, he walked his way up towards Odysseus' face rather than his lap. As he approached and the king realized what was happening, he had a moment of hesitation.
He'd never done this for another man before. It was not something a king did. It was something others did for him. But, he had to remind himself, a god was over a king. In more ways than one at the current moment.
“No need to panic, friend. It's not so bad as you might think.” Hermes chuckled, straddling his face. “I'll be patient. And, frankly, I don't think you could ask for a better first. Experiences become knowledge.”
Odysseus swallowed, face flushed at the feeling of the god’s cock resting against his cheek. He couldn't really argue, though. Plus he'd been promised a reward from a god…
“There's a good boy. Don't rush it.” Hermes praised lowly before Odysseus even truly decided, taking himself in hand and guiding the tip to press against Odysseus’ lips. “Start with your tongue if that's easier.”
Well, he had never been one to back down from a challenge. This was one Odysseus never expected to be faced with, but Hermes was right. Experience was knowledge.
Polites had done this for him before. He pushed through the fog in his mind to find a memory, trying to remember what he'd done to use as a guide.
He was grateful that the fog seemed to keep him mostly detached from his grief, for the time being. At this point he wasn't sure if it was the moly or if it was Hermes purposefully playing with his mind. Whichever it was, he managed to at least remember the motions.
Still hesitant, he opened his lips just enough to slowly take the head of the god's cock into his mouth. Hermes hummed, seemingly amused by his forgone instructions. His hand dropped to once again tangle fingers in Odysseus’ hair. He pulled gently, grinning when the king looked up to meet his shadowed eyes.
“Always one for a challenge. I admire your spirit, truly. Use your fingers.” Hermes said, voice going commanding at the end again, grip tightening on Odysseus’ hair.
The tone was enough to have Odysseus scrambling to comply, both hands coming up to squeeze Hermes' hips, one trailing cautiously to his entrance. Hermes pressed back against the gentle pressure of his finger, confirming what he wanted, and Odysseus slid it inside with little resistance.
Hermes hummed above him, nudging another inch or so of his cock into the king’s mouth. He wasn't big enough around for it to be a painful stretch, though Odysseus' jaw protested a bit from the unfamiliar motions.
“You look pretty like this.” Hermes grinned, stroking through his hair gently, fingers easily gliding even through tangles the sea had created long ago, leaving it silky and smooth in their wake.
Odysseus had never really been called that before, and he wasn't sure how it sat with him. But a compliment from a god was a compliment, it was best to just accept the praise.
He experimentally slid a second finger inside, eased by his own spend which had begun to leak over his hand from working the god open. Hermes moaned, clearly pleased as his spine arched in response.
Odysseus swallowed around him, partly to keep from drooling and partly to accommodate more of him. It seemed impossible, but he'd nearly taken it all, golden curls tickling the tip of his nose.
Seemingly unable to keep still anymore, Hermes began to rock slowly between his fingers and his mouth. He kept his thrusts shallow, kindness on his part considering his partner’s inexperience.
“Honestly, you're doing surprisingly well.” He laughed, a little breathless. “I very nearly want to keep you. But I think my family might be a bit cross with me if I did that.”
Not to mention Odysseus didn't have time to be a kept man. As nice as the diversion was, he still ached to return to Penelope. And he wasn't keen on gaining a new patron god any time soon.
“I'm only teasing, friend. No need to be so serious.” Chuckled Hermes, once again making him question if the god could hear his very thoughts, tugging on his hair again as he pushed a bit further in. “Another finger.”
Odysseus obeyed, sliding it in alongside the first two, moving them to match the pace Hermes had set. It was a bit difficult to keep sucking with his mouth so full, but he did his best. It seemed to be enough, for Hermes leaned forward on one of his hands so he could more easily grind his hips.
“Curl them towards yourself-” He breathed, looking a bit flushed in the cheeks for the first time.
He remembered Penelope liked something similar, so the desired motion was surprisingly easy to find. After trying a few angles, Hermes let out a proper moan, signifying Odysseus had found his mark.
This part of sex was what Odysseus was good at: Puzzling out reactions and using them to his advantage. People’s bodies were more honest than their words. The way Hermes couldn't help but arch his back and cant his hips was the most honest he'd been since they met.
It made Odysseus' cock stir with renewed interest, and he groaned softly around the god's cock. He moved his fingers steadily, increasing the pace a bit, and Hermes eagerly matched it, releasing his hold on the king’s hair in favor of using both arms to hold his balance against the boulder.
“A quick study, I see-” He huffed, clearly trying to school his reactions a bit. Odysseus might have laughed if his mouth wasn't full. A god, flustered by a good lay.
“Cheeky, too.” Hermes observed wryly, grinding into his mouth with forced restraint. It felt strange, but Odysseus couldn't help smiling around him a moment. “You're lucky I like cheeky.”
He certainly was. Many gods were not nearly as fond of his attitude.
Hermes rocked back insistently on his fingers, and he refocused, resuming his earlier pace. He managed, with some effort, to hollow his cheeks, and Hermes let out another loud moan, pushing back in needily.
With his free hand still gripping the god’s hip, Odysseus silently encouraged him to stop holding back as much. At this point he would take on whatever he needed to.
Clearly understanding, Hermes immediately picked up the pace more. Odysseus focused on keeping his mouth and throat relaxed, taking it with more ease than he expected. Maybe not his favorite position to be in, but he was thoroughly enjoying the way Hermes' legs began to shake on either side of his head, his mouth slack and devoid of a smile for once, too busy letting out sounds of pleasure.
Odysseus had long since given up on not drooling, face messy with precum and his own saliva. He found he didn't care as much as he expected to. He was fully erect again, but didn't have a hand to spare for himself at the moment. With any luck, his reward would involve taking care of that.
“Nearly there, my friend-” Hermes managed, dropping to his elbows shakily.
Odysseus hummed around him affirmatively, increasing the pressure of his fingers as they stroked inside, sucking messily as the god rocked desperately into his mouth. With just a few more thrusts he was over the edge, spine arching high as he came. He might have taken flight if Odysseus didn't have such a tight grip on him.
He came generously, still spilling even as he pulled himself from Odysseus' mouth, making more of a mess across his face. Perhaps the result of being a fertility god.
It felt strange, but Odysseus didn't have much room to move in his position, so he swallowed to clear his mouth. The taste was, surprisingly, relatively inoffensive. Still, he coughed a bit, working his jaw to ease the ache.
Hermes looked down at him, finally spent, a pleased smile curling his lips again. His hand came to pet Odysseus' hair fondly, trailing down to run a finger through the mess on his face. “I must say, I'm impressed that was your first time using your mouth.”
His finger slid into Odysseus' mouth to illustrate his point. Unthinkingly, Odysseus closed his lips around it to suck it clean. He felt Hermes’ cock twitch against his cheek in response.
“You continue to be endlessly entertaining, my friend.” The god mused, lifting his hips. Odysseus pulled his fingers away, releasing his hold, and Hermes ascended a few feet in the air. He didn't go far, though, seating himself in Odysseus’ lap again.
Erection trapped under Hermes’ thighs, Odysseus let out a low groan, sitting up with shaky arms. The mess covering his face began to dribble towards his chin, and he shivered as Hermes' leaned up to lick his cheek lasciviously.
“Imagine if I sent you to Circe looking like this.” He cackled, reaching behind Odysseus to grab his chlamys, using it to wipe up the mess. “Luckily I'm in a pretty good mood, for whatever reason.”
Odysseus held still, trying to focus on anything but his dick, straining under Hermes’ weight.
“Yes, yes. I promised you a reward. And I'm a god of my word.” Hermes chuckled, discarding his chlamys again and cupping Odysseus' face in both hands, crushing their lips together again for another passionate kiss. It tasted of his come, but that was surprisingly not unpleasant. “I'll return the favor.”
The king didn't get much time to put together what he meant before Hermes was sliding down his body, almost snake-like, until he sat on the ground with his knees beneath him.
Odysseus groaned at the sight, his cock flushed dark compared to the color of Hermes’ fair cheek where it rested. “A-Are you sure?”
Hermes was a god, after all. It was the only reason Odysseus had allowed him to take the lead. Was he ready to forego that now?
“Oh, more than sure.” Hermes grinned, tongue poking out to lick him teasingly. “And I'd wager I could teach you a thing or two, even if you were a bit of a prodigy.”
Swallowing thickly, Odysseus just nodded, gripping the boulder and watching transfixed as Hermes eventually took the head into his mouth.
He wasn't kidding when he said he knew more. Immediately his tongue began working in ways Odysseus hadn’t had the mind to try, sucking more into his mouth steadily until suddenly he'd taken it all.
Odysseus moaned, fighting to keep his hips still. Hermes’ hands had a firm grip on both of his thighs, holding them open and keeping him in place while he worked him over.
“G-Gods, Hermes-” He gasped, a hand instinctively reaching to tangle in the god’s hair. Of course, he was met with the cool gold of the helmet instead, and he dropped it to his shoulder instead, gripping tightly.
All things considered, he was not going to last long. Usually he fared better on his second go, but after waiting so long for the attention, he was already desperate. Still, Hermes’ mouth felt literally divine. He could see how mortals fell to the wiles of the gods so easily, now.
Hermes swallowed around him, and Odysseus gasped as he bucked into his mouth. He went to apologize, but Hermes didn't seem to mind, hollowing his cheeks and sucking him deeper.
“F-Fuck-” He cursed, hand once again instinctively going for curls. With his head leaned back to take Odysseus' cock, the jostling easily knocked the helmet from its place.
Hermes pulled back a moment as he realized, his helmet on the ground behind him. Fully unobscured, his eyes were shockingly silver-blue, a color not found in mortals. They were almost frightening, would have been if his expression had soured.
Instead, he raised a brow, looking up to meet Odysseus’ surprised gaze.
“Naughty thing.” He said, tone momentarily unreadable. “I might have been angry if that weren't an accident.”
Sucking in a quick breath, Odysseus tore his eyes away, looking to the side instead. “Forgive me, Lord Hermes. I didn't mean-”
“I know, friend. We'll make a special exception, just this time.” Interrupted Hermes, reaching to turn his face back. Odysseus met his eyes again. “You should be more careful in the future, though.”
Odysseus nodded. Hermes smiled, the beauty of it heightened by his full features. His face was even more youthful than expected, like a man that had just left his boyhood. He walked a line nearly effeminate, but the angles of his face matched his leanly athletic body.
As he rested his chin on Odysseus' thigh, a pair of small wings unfurled on either side of his head, previously hidden beneath the helmet. He really was beautiful, stunningly so.
Hesitantly, Odysseus reached for his curls again, this time finding purchase without the helmet in the way. It was impossibly soft, ringlets thick and tidy even after he ran his fingers through them. Hermes leaned into the touch a moment, then moved to return his attention to Odysseus' cock, stroking it back to full hardness before taking it back into his mouth.
Glad for the anchor point, Odysseus gripped a handful of hair as he groaned. Hermes’ eyes fell shut as he focused on his task, working back up to his previous pace.
Moaning, Odysseus moved his hips as much as he could from his position, quickly building back up towards the edge again. He pulled at blonde curls, trying to thrust deeper. “Hermes-”
The god took it in stride, sucking him down to the base with apparent ease.
“C-Close-” He warned, panting for breath, biting his lip to hold himself back. The heat was driving him absolutely insane.
Hermes didn't respond, just kept up his efforts, nose buried firmly in dark curls as he swallowed around Odysseus’ cock.
“Fuck-” Cursed Odysseus, both hands tangling in Hermes’ hair to keep him in place as the king reached his orgasm.
Hermes swallowed everything, the wings on either side of his head fluttering in apparent delight. It was all Odysseus could do to keep his vision from going black with the intensity, watching hungrily through fuzzy vision.
He could hardly breathe by the time Hermes finally pulled off of him, grinning widely. “Not bad, little king~”
Odysseus flushed at that for some reason, releasing his grip on Hermes’ curls, sitting back on his arms again. Hermes sat back as well, retrieving his helmet and putting it back on.
“Haven't let a mortal get away with so much in a while.” He chuckled, ascending from the ground. His chiton reappeared, as well as his chlamys, though it was notably devoid of the mess from earlier.
He gave Odysseus a moment to collect himself while he generously gathered his clothes for him, bringing them over and assisting him with getting dressed. He seemed to have just as easy a time putting the pins back in place as he did with removing them.
Before Odysseus knew it, it was as if nothing more than a conversation had happened between them. He was back on his feet, albeit still finding his footing, and back on the path that would lead to Circe’s palace.
“You still have a bit of a walk, you'll have time to recover your wits. The moly should be working by now, and hopefully our little diversion helped you work through the overwhelming parts.”
And Odysseus realized the god was right. He’d at some point become accustomed to the way his eyes seemed to see too much, his ears too sharp, his heart racing with power. Even the drug paled in comparison to his encounter with Hermes.
“Remember, it only lasts until you've beaten her. After that, you are on your own, little king.”
He blushed again at the pet name, but his mind had returned enough to fight the temptation to go yet another round. Just barely.
“Hermes, thank you.” He said instead, offering a genuine smile.
For his part, Hermes merely grinned, putting an arm around his shoulders. “Don't thank me, friend. You very well may die. Good luck.”
With that, he leaned to peck Odysseus' cheek, and then he was gone.
The king watched the place where he'd been for a long moment, then shook his head, refocusing on his mission. Saving his men from the witch. And now he had a concrete way to do it, thanks to Hermes.
With a deep breath, he started down the path once again.
-.-.-.+.-.-.-
Athena sat upon a fallen log, watching a picturesque stream babble before her. Circe’s Island was idyllic, truly.
She no longer involved herself directly with Odysseus. Asking Hermes to intervene had been the most she'd done in a long while. A favor owed, now paid.
Granted, she was considering rescinding.
Hermes perched on a nearby branch, grinning at her owl form like he'd won a prize.
“Brother.” She greeted cooly.
“Sister.” He returned, reclining happily. “Favor repaid.”
“Hardly feels like a favor at this point.” She snorted, taking her more human form to regard him.
“I gave him the moly.”
“And then some.” She rolled her eyes.
He only grinned, darting to her side. “I see why you enjoy him. Watching his mind work is fascinating. He's quite tempting~”
“Hermes.” She said warningly. He just giggled, moving to lean against her shoulder.
“I know. I've had my fun. Well, half of it, anyway. Now I'm off to see how he uses my gifts.” He hummed, leaning to kiss her cheek. She promptly pushed him away.
“Not right after that.” She made a face, rolling her eyes again.
He only cackled, zipping to the other side to kiss the opposite cheek before disappearing into a breeze.
Athena just shook her head, staring towards Circe's palace for a long moment before disappearing as well.