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Since that night with Builderman, things between the two had changed in ways Telamon wouldn’t admit to. Builderman, despite his deep affection for the winged deity, often found himself exhausted by Telamon's clingy behavior. Telamon would brush off Builderman's concerns with his playful, annoying smirk, insisting he was just "joking" or "playing around." But Builderman saw through it.
He noticed the subtle signs. Telamon sitting alone, carefully arranging twigs into little nests, or leaning into Builderman's touch with a desperation that spoke involuntary volumes. Even in his sleep, Telamon's whines and restless movements betrayed his turmoil, his wings futilely attempting to cover his body to conceal his arousal.
Builderman often wondered about Telamon's past, questioning whether the deity had truly been a virgin before their encounter. "No way," he mused, knowing Telamon's age and experience. Yet, he hesitated to ask directly, fearing the deity's relentless teasing if he did. With that, Builderman often dismissed these thoughts, attributing them to his own exhaustion.
"Work awaits me, and I have responsibilities. If Telamon seeks me out of need, he will find me. He always does, and he always has." Builderman told himself, drifting into a fitful sleep. Tonight, however, was different. Telamon's desperate whines echoed through the room, his body hot and writhing with need. Builderman's patience wore thin as he watched Telamon rut against the blanket, a sight, that was to him, both pitiful and arousing.
Suddenly, Telamon's wing brushed against Builderman, the man’s warmth causing the deity to shift closer. Telamon's hips pressed firmly against Builderman's body as he clung to him, his movements desperate and pathetically uncoordinated as he ground against him in his sleep. The deity jolted awake, feeling Builderman grab his wrists with bruising force.
Telamon stirred, his eyes fluttering open in confusion and embarrassment. He quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks flushed with shame. Builderman, recovering from the surprise, faced Telamon, his expression a mix of concern and exasperation. He clicked on the nightstand lamp, casting a soft glow over the room.
"Telamon, my love, do not hide from me," Builderman soothed, his fingers gently stroking Telamon's wing, eliciting a shudder from the deity. "Tell me, do you need my help, my sweet?" Builderman's tone was stern yet laced with worry. He gently uncovered Telamon's wing from his body, revealing the deity's flushed cheeks and downcast eyes.
"Telamon, what is bothering you? Why do you hide from me? You are so pretty, my angel. Show me those beautiful eyes of yours," Builderman cooed, his voice softening as he cupped Telamon's chin. Telamon's lips trembled, and with a hesitant sigh, he spread his wings, the feathers drooping in submission.
Telamon's voice quivered as he confessed, "B-Builder, I... I need to mate with you. I crave your children, your.. Your cum. I’m sorry," Telamon whined weakly, his voice laced with unusual guilt and shame. Builderman was taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered, getting on top and firmly pulling Telamon into a harsh, demanding kiss. His free hand stroked Telamon's wing, the deity's tears mingling with their passionate embrace.
As they parted, Telamon whimpered, his eyes glazed with need. Builderman continued to stroke Telamon's head wing, admiring the deity's pathetic, desperate expression. "See, my angel? This is why you should never hide from me," Builderman stated, his voice a loving blend of sternness and affection. Telamon pouted and looked away but was quickly pulled back to face Builderman, his eyes boring into the deity's soul.
"Are you really disobeying me, Telamon? Answer me truthfully. Does it not feel better with me on top of you?" Builderman's eyes held a malicious glint, and Telamon trembled, his wings folding in submission. "Yes, Builder. It feels good. I want it to stay like this. Please," Telamon whined, his voice weak and strangled.
Builderman smirked, leaning in close. "That's my good whore," he murmured, his words sending an involuntary shock of pleasure through Telamon, causing him to gently grind his hips up.
"You liked that, didn't you? How filthy," Builderman teased, palming Telamon's erection through his robe. "My dumb bitch in heat needs to be bred, doesn't she?"
Builderman's voice was steady, his smile cruel as he began to undo Telamon's robe, exposing the deity's vulnerable body and eventually positioning between his legs. Telamon trembled, his eyes clenched shut with shame, his body aching with need as his chest continuously ached with shameful arousal from being degraded. "Telamon, look at me. I won’t breed you if you can’t answer me. An unresponsive slut isn’t deserving, y’know?" Builderman held onto Telamon's hips, pressing his erection against the deity's rear, teasing him mercilessly.
Telamon opened his eyes, gently rutting against Builderman before whining with embarrassment and folding his wings over his face. Builderman rolled his eyes, tired of Telamon's disobedience.
He pulled Telamon's face up to his, pushing his wings away from his eyes delicately. When Telamon finally met his gaze, Builderman landed a firm slap on his cheek, causing Telamon to cry out, his body jolting with pleasure.
Builderman hovered his hand over Telamon's cheek, threatening further punishment. Telamon whimpered, "Y-Yes, yes, I liked it when you called me a whore! Please, Builder, you're embarrassing me!" The god cried pathetically, his eyes glazed with tears.
Builderman held Telamon's cheek, cooing as he caressed over the area he had slapped. "You should be embarrassed, my angel. You are pathetic. Imagine if everyone knew that their 'mighty, powerful' Telamon is beneath me, begging for my dick like some depraved slut. Do you think they'd believe it?" Builderman's voice was gentle despite his cruel words, and Telamon looked up at him with glossy eyes.
Telamon's lips trembled, but he found no will to disobey further. "B-Builder, I... I don't care if they find out. I don't care what they think. I want your babies, Builderman, please? Fill me up," he cried softly, his arousal twitching and leaking beneath his lover.
Builderman's eyes softened with affection and sympathy. "Is that truly all you desire, my sweet? To be filled by me?" Builderman shifted, pulling down Telamon's underwear, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "Do you like the idea of your stomach swelling with my children, my love? Want to be claimed as mine forever?"
Builderman pressed a kiss to Telamon’s cheek, his calloused hand wrapping around the deity's length, feeling him jolt and cry out as his aching length finally received the attention it craved. "Mmmh— Builder...! I... I want to be yours... Forever," Telamon gasped, his voice a mix of desperation and devotion, his eyes fluttering closed as pleasure washed over him in involuntary waves.
Builderman increased the pace of his hand, using his other to hold Telamon's cheek firmly, his thumb brushing against the deity's soft skin. "That's a good slut. Do you like it when I touch this pretty cunt of yours, hm?" he cooed, his words sending Telamon into a spiral of pleasure and submission. Telamon's dick visibly twitched, leaking more arousal, his body betraying his pathetic need for release.
"You're such a whore. But it feels so right, doesn't it? You know this is your place, don't you, my angel?" Builderman teased, the squelching of his hand covered in Telamon's filthy arousal filling the air, a sound of their shared desire. Telamon could think of nothing else, his stomach aching with a desperate, hollow need that gnawed at him before he began to sob desperately.
"Aahn—! I'm close, Builder, please don't stop! Pleasepleaseplease!!" Telamon cried, his voice becoming higher pitched, sounding utterly depraved and desperate for completion. Builderman just smiled, slowing down slightly in denial of Telamon’s orgasm but continuing to stroke, to the deity’s displeasure, his body trembling with anticipation.
Leaning in to Telamon's ear, Builderman's voice was demanding, making the god tremble with a mix of fear and excitement. "Then say it for me, my filthy slut. Confess that you're my whore who serves no purpose but to be bred full. To mother my children," his voice left no room for refusal, not when Telamon was this close, and especially not when Telamon's entire body ached for nothing more than to carry Builderman's offspring.
"Mnnh! Yes, I'm... I'm your whore— GgHh..! I... I desire nothing more but for you to make me a mother, Builder! Please...! Please let me cum and fill me uUup!!" Telamon cried, his voice a trembling plea, his eyes glazed with tears of need and submission. Builderman grinned, satisfied, before stroking Telamon's length faster, finally allowing the knots in Telamon's stomach to snap free, releasing a wave of pleasure that left him shaking.
Telamon's eyes rolled back as he let out a desperate cry, his hands squeezing Builderman’s wrist as he came hard, his cum making a mess on his tummy and chest, a testament to his overwhelming desire. Builderman admired the mess, leaning in to press a kiss to Telamon's cheek, his breath hot against the deity's skin. Telamon's eyes darted to another corner of the room, struggling to regain his composure, his body still trembling with the aftermath of his release.
Builderman preferred him like this, vulnerable and spent, and took advantage of the moment to pull Telamon's face against his chest, resting his body against the pillows, his strength surprising Telamon despite his status as a deity. Telamon's wings twitched, drawing Builderman's attention. The feathers were a disheveled mess, clearly needing preened. Surely, Telamon wouldn't mind a little help, right?
With gentle fingers, Builderman neatly fixed Telamon’s left head wing, moving the feathers back to their proper place and pulling out small pieces of lint they had gathered from the bed. "Hhn.. Builder..?" Telamon mumbled, dazed, feeling his body involuntarily respond to every little brush of Builderman’s skilled fingers against his delicate wings, each touch sending shivers down his spine.
"Yes, my love?" Builderman replied in a loving voice, letting go of the left wing and shifting his attention to the right one. Telamon shuddered, pressing his body against him, as if begging for more, his wings fluttering softly with each touch. Builderman's hands were firm yet gentle, his touch both commanding and caring, a contrast that left Telamon breathless.
"Keep.. doing that. It feels good," Telamon whined, his voice gentle and sweet, contrasting the reforming ache between his legs, which twitched every time Builderman nudged against his wing, gently stroking the membrane while pressing the feathers in place, each movement deliberate and intended to drive Telamon to the brink of madness.
"Your feathers are so soft, my delicate angel. Every time I touch one of them, it’s like I’m brushing against the entrance of heaven," Builderman cooed, his finger pressing against a particularly sensitive area of Telamon's wing beneath one of the feathers, eliciting a gasp from the deity.
"Aahn—! Bbuilder.. That’s.. That’s enough," Telamon cried, aching for Builderman to finally breed him, his body throbbing with need. But Builderman prioritized neatening up his wings over his need, his touch becoming more insistent and demanding.
"Oh, but Telamon… Your wing is still a mess. Be patient, my goddess. I know you can be good for me, can’t you?" Builderman teased, stopping his movements and waiting for Telamon’s response just to make him wait longer, his eyes glinting with mischief and dominance.
Telamon felt his whole body heat up even more just from being called “goddess”—and he couldn’t believe himself, but it felt so good, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with physical pleasure. His lips trembled, but he knew he couldn’t wait for much longer. "Mmhm.. I can wait, Builder.."
"That’s a good girl, Telamon. Such a good girl," Builderman praised, pressing an affectionate kiss to Telamon’s cheek, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away. He slowly, almost agonizingly so, continued to rearrange Telamon’s sweet feathers, enjoying how his body responded to the loving touches, each stroke a torturous yet loving promise of more to come.
Builderman didn’t try to hide that he was being slow on purpose, to Telamon's displeasure, his touch becoming more of a tease than a preen. Eventually, Builderman wasn’t even fixing Telamon’s feathers anymore, and he was just caressing his wings, his hands roaming with a possessive and claiming touch.
"Hmph! Please, Builder.. You’re just being cruel now," Telamon eventually whined, and Builderman laughed maliciously, as if he had been waiting for this, his chuckle low, a sound that strangely sent shivers down Telamon's spine. He firmly pulled Telamon’s body against his.
"Take off my clothes," his tone was firm, leaving no room for words, his voice a command that brooked no argument. Telamon quickly began to pull his pants down, eyeing his dick, but before his hands could remove his underwear, Builderman pulled them away, his grip firm and unyielding. Telamon whined, giving him a confused glare, his eyes wide with a mix of frustration and anticipation.
"Shirt first, angel," he teased, guiding Telamon’s hands to press against it, his touch guiding and commanding, leaving no doubt about who was in charge. The god scoffed with a pout before ripping it, causing Builderman to laugh mockingly, a sound that was both cruel and affectionate, a contradiction that left Telamon breathless.
"Telamon, are you really so desperate that you can’t pull my shirt off? You have to rip it off like some depraved animal?" He teased, discarding the ripped fabric of his old T-shirt, his movements fluid and confident, a stark contrast to Telamon's desperate and clumsy attempts. Telamon looked up at him with glossy eyes, impatient and aching with need, his body trembling with anticipation.
"For you, I am a depraved animal.. I need you so badly, Builder. Need your dick, noww.." He whined before finally pulling off Builderman’s underwear, discarding it before admiring his length, his eyes wide with lust and desire, a sight that sent a thrill through Builderman, a sense of pride and possession washing over him.
Builderman groaned slightly, pulling Telamon’s hair and nudging his tip at the deity's lips. Telamon pouted, his heart aching with a mix of desire and vulnerability. He yearned for Builderman to take him, to claim him already, but he knew his position was too vulnerable to truly complain. With a trembling hand, he held onto the base of Builderman's length before taking the tip between his lips, his tongue flicking over the slit and tasting the salty, intoxicating essence of his lover.
"Aahn.. Telamon. Stop teasing me.." Builderman whined, his voice a blend of pleasure and exasperation, slightly sounding threatening as he pushed his length deeper into Telamon’s mouth. Telamon smirked at his lust, but the expression was short-lived as Builderman thrust half of his length in, causing the deity to gag and sputter around the intrusion.
Builderman’s eyes practically rolled back, drool forming on his lips, before he began to fuck half of his length in and out of Telamon’s hot, blissful mouth. The larger god whined and choked, his body betraying him with waves of pleasure that left him dizzy and desperate for more.
When Telamon tapped on Builderman’s thigh erratically, Builderman pulled out, his length throbbing with need. He ignored it, holding Telamon’s drool-covered face and looking into his dazed, glassy eyes. "What’s wrong, my angel?" He asked, seeming worried, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear.
"Hmmph.. Builder, I can’t wait any longer.. I really can’t..!" Telamon cried, struggling to even focus his eyes, his voice a desperate plea. "I… I’ll make you feel so good, please.." His voice was a trembling whisper, little tears gleaming in his eyes, a sight that tore at Builderman's heart and stirred his desire.
Builderman’s gaze softened, and he held Telamon against him again before pinning him down, spreading his legs wide. He positioned his body on top of the deity, his movements deliberate and commanding. Telamon’s back wings embraced them both, as if he were trying to hold Builderman firmly against him, a desperate attempt to feel closer, to be one.
"Please.. Builder, I’ve needed this for so long.. Please, fill me.." Telamon whined impatiently, grinding his hips upwards and begging for attention, his body aching with a desperate need. Builderman smiled down at him, slowly pushing his tip inside, his groans mixing with Telamon’s relieved cries as his length stretched the deity, filling him completely.
"Ffuck— Fuckfuckfuck.. Builder, Bbuilder—Hhn!!" Telamon cried, desperately clinging to Builderman’s wrist, his eyes glossy, his eyelashes fluttering with each thrust. The deity’s body trembled, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation, his mind spinning with pleasure and submission.
"Shh, shh. Be a good girl for me. You’ve taken me before, angel, you can do it.." Builderman soothed, pressing a kiss to Telamon’s forehead before, with a final thrust, he filled Telamon all the way, his dick nudging that soft spot deep inside, but not moving, allowing the deity to adjust to the invasion.
"MNnppHh!! Bbuilder— Please!! More.. Please..!" Telamon cried, too depraved to even give himself time to adjust to Builderman’s length. His body begged for more, ached for the completion that only Builderman could provide.
"Shh, shh. Be patient. I’m the one in control, my love, so we will go at my pace." Builderman uttered affectionately, holding Telamon’s hip with one hand and his cheek with the other. Telamon just whimpered impatiently, aching to be filled with Builderman’s essence, his body trembling with anticipation and need.
Eventually, Builderman pressed his chest firmly against Telamon’s, starting off a slow pace, his length hitting right against Telamon’s sweet spots. The deity cried out, murmuring barely coherent whines for more, and Builderman groaned at the feeling of Telamon’s tight walls clenching around him, milking him, begging for his release.
"You’re taking me so well, Telamon. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Hhn — look so fuckin’ pretty with me deep inside," Builderman praised, trying to keep up his gentle pace. He swore Telamon would tighten even more with every word of praise he spoke, and it drove him insane, pushed him to the brink of madness.
"Ppleasee, Builder, please keep w—Wworshipping me.. Aahn—!" Telamon pleaded, his dick twitching and begging for attention, leaking with need and desperation.
Builderman smiled, noticing Telamon’s state, and grabbed one of the bigger man’s wrists before pulling it toward his length. "Touch your cunt for me, baby. Make yourself feel good, yeah.. If you’re good enough for me, I’ll fill you up twice, how about that, hm?" Builderman’s voice was loving, affectionate, and Telamon found himself flustered, unable to say no, his body responding to the command with a shiver of anticipation.
Telamon began to stroke his big length, feeling it twitch in his hands, the sensation almost too much to bear. He felt slightly overwhelmed by the dual stimulation, making him choke on his own cries, but it felt so good — especially when Builderman was praising and kissing him, exactly how he needed, and to him, exactly how he deserved. "Mmnh — Pplease, Builder, it feels so good. Please.. Please, faster..!" Telamon whimpered, and Builderman quickly complied, moving both of his hands to squeeze Telamon’s hips before he began to pound into the deity even faster.
Telamon was drooling, writhing beneath Builderman as he began to rut his length deep into him, and soon, his tip was slamming against his most sensitive spot, causing both of them to cry in pleasure, their bodies meeting in depraved slams, a melody of their filthy desire.
"Ffhh—Ffuck..! Telamon, Ggh.. My filthy temptress— Hhah.. You feel so good," Builderman praised, breath hot on Telamon’s ear before he moved one of his hands to play with Telamon’s chest, not faltering in his aggressively depraved pace. His touch was firm, possessive, claiming every inch of the god’s divine body as his own.
Telamon immediately shuddered, his hand slowing down on his length as desperate cries left his mouth, along with a filthy amount of drool, and it only spurred on Builderman’s movements further. He eventually leaned down to take one of Telamon’s nipples in his mouth, sucking on it desperately, occasionally pulling off to speak.
"Your.. Your tits are so perfect, Telamon. They’ll be perfect for feeding our children, won’t they..? Hhah—.." Builderman cried before beginning to slam his hips harder, unable to control himself, his body driven by a primal need to claim and breed.
Telamon’s lips trembled as he tried to reply, but couldn’t, his body burning with the aching feeling of being close, and the feeling of his body begging to be bred, to be filled completely as disgusting cries spurred from his lips. Builderman continuously sucked on Telamon’s chest, alternating between both of his nipples until it drove him insane, he couldn’t even feel ashamed about it — It felt so good, too good to resist.
"Builder, please!! Please cum inside of me!! Please, please please please!!" Telamon sobbed, his tip leaking with cum as he continuously struggled to stroke himself, his body writhing alone to take Builderman’s pounding length and his mouth on his chest at the same time. It seemed that Telamon’s need to be bred had caused his body sensitivity to increase, his body begging for Builderman’s release.
"Mhm, that’s a good girl. I’m gonna fill you up, gonna make you carry my kids, my.. My dirty whore.." Builderman cried, moving his mouth from Telamon’s nipple to bite at his neck, nibbling gently as he firmly pounded into him, driving them both to the point of no return, their bodies entwined in their own depravity.
Builderman let out a guttural cry once he reached his release, nails digging into Telamon’s hips as his dick spurted ropes of his hot cum deep inside of the god. Telamon whimpered with ecstasy just from being filled, following shortly after, stroking until his dick had covered his tummy in a bigger mess, a testament to his overwhelming pleasure and submission.
Builderman panted gently, struggling to catch his breath through all of the lust before he leaned down to give Telamon a depraved kiss, their lips slamming together and their tongues dominating one another before Builderman eventually pulled off. He was about to pull out, but Telamon whined and locked his legs, forcing Builderman to stay sheathed inside.
"Nno.. Builder, you said you’d cum inside of me twice if I were good! I’ve been so good.. I’ve been.. Such a good girl," Telamon whined pathetically, his voice trembling with need and desperation. Builderman scoffed before his gaze softened, his heart melting at the sight of Telamon’s pleading eyes.
"Sweetheart.. my hips are too sore. Would you like to ride me?" Builderman offered, despite seeming to slightly hesitate allowing Telamon to be on top, his voice gentle and caring. Telamon immediately perked up at the question, nodding eagerly, his wings fluttering with anticipation.
"Please Builder, please let me.. Hhmph, please.." Telamon whined impatiently, his body aching with need, his wings fluttering before Builderman pulled Telamon’s larger body on top of him, sitting in the same position they were earlier — Only now, Telamon had Builderman’s length sheathed deep inside of him, filling him completely, stretching him to his limits.
Telamon was eager to take control, even pulling away Builderman’s hands that were gently wrapped around his hips, his movements desperate as he began to slam himself onto Builderman’s length, causing both of them to cry in ecstasy. Telamon growled like a depraved animal, neglecting his dick as he focused solely on riding his lover, milking him for all he’s worth, and making him breed him full, his body aching for the completion that only Builderman could properly provide.
Builderman watched with slightly glossy eyes, groans leaving his lips, overstimulated by how Telamon’s velvety walls squeezed his dick tightly, begging him to release deep inside once again. "T—Telamon.. Fuck.. You’re.. You’re so fucking filthy," Builderman cried, even as he slightly ground his hips, obsessed with Telamon’s tight warmth. "My dumb breeding slut.. Your clit is so desperate to be touched, yet you’re too hungry for my cum to even touch yourself.." Builderman degraded cruelly, suddenly moving his hands to barely tease against Telamon’s tip, admiring how irritated it was, leaking pathetically, a sight that sent a thrill through Builderman.
Telamon cried, gritting his teeth as he continued to let out desperate strings of moans, unable to control himself. He was so close, but he didn’t want to cum.. Not until he was certain that Builderman had bred him full, his body begging for every last drop that he could milk out.
Builderman finally began to gently stroke Telamon’s thick length. He had gotten reasonably used to pleasuring it despite its size, yet still, Builderman would hesitate. He couldn’t lie, it made him feel good about himself, that he was able to bring a deity to such levels of ecstasy.
Even.. If that deity happened to be nothing more than a dumb slut who constantly craved to be bred.
Telamon whimpered, wanting Builderman to focus on his own pleasure instead of his — mainly so that he would breed him full quicker.. But he quickly learned that Builderman isn’t the type to submit, especially not to him. "Hmmph!! Cum inside of meee!" Telamon cried, suddenly slamming his hips harder, more aggressively, giving Builderman no chance at holding back his precious cum any longer, his body begging for release.
Builderman’s eyes rolled back in uncontrollable heights of ecstasy, and he moved his hands from Telamon’s dick back to his hips, digging his nails in harshly before he came hard, crying as his hot seed made Telamon’s tummy swell, his ass dripping, unable to hold any more with Builderman’s dick sheathed in. Telamon whimpered, his body slowing, his dick twitching desperately from being neglected, his mind spinning with the intensity of the sensation, his body trembling and wings drooping with the aftermath of their passionate encounter.
Builderman didn’t tolerate this, though, and he used all of his remaining strength to stroke Telamon’s length, causing him to cry and cling to his wrist, begging him not to stop as he ground up into his hand, his body begging for the ultimate release, the completion that only Builderman could provide.
Telamon, before long, let out a desperate cry, covering Builderman’s hand in his hot seed, panting desperately when Builderman didn’t stop after he came. His eyelashes fluttered, thick with tears, a sight that Builderman found beautiful, a testament to the intensity of their connection and the depth of their passion.
"Pplease, Builder, pleasepleaseplease!!! Too much!" Telamon cried, his voice becoming high pitched. He began to squirm and tremble, but it didn’t help his situation, his hips grinding up into Builderman’s hand, just overwhelming him more, pushing him to the brink of madness, his body aching for the ultimate release, the completion that only Builderman could provide.
Builderman smiled, slowing down his movements but not stopping, his touch gentle yet firm, a promise of more to come. "Oh, Telamon.. Such a sensitive cunt, yeah? What if I just.." Builderman murmured maliciously, moving his hand to touch Telamon’s sensitive, swollen tip. "Touch your clit instead, hm?" Before Telamon could even protest, Builderman began to circle his hand around the tip, causing him to cry desperately, whimpering, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensation, his mind spinning with pleasure and submission.
"Pleaseeee!! No— Nonono— Nno more!!! Hhah—!!" Telamon sobbed before Builderman eventually stopped, leaving him a panting mess, smiling affectionately, his heart swelling with love and pride, a mix of emotions that left him breathless and overwhelmed.
Builderman finally pulled out of Telamon, some of his cum spilling out. The two didn’t really mind it, since they and the bed were already a depraved mess.. it’ll just be a problem for tomorrow to deal with. Builderman grabbed a clean rag from the bedside table, cleaning some of the cum off of their bodies and his hands, but not making any further effort, his mind still reeling from the intensity of their encounter, his body aching with satisfaction and love.
Builderman finally pulled Telamon close, letting him rest firmly against his chest while he stroked the deity’s messy back wings, which he never had the chance to preen due to Telamon’s earlier impatience. He admired the beautiful feathers, the stronger, yet delicate membranes, as he pushed the feathers all into place, pulling out more pieces of lint and dust that got stuck inside, his touch gentle and caring, a promise of eternal love.
Telamon, not used to having his wings touched, would occasionally tremble, his body shuddering in response, but Builderman’s warmth made his body feel safe, his heart swelling with love and contentment, a mix of emotions that left him breathless and overwhelmed.
"You were such a good girl for me, Telamon. You still look so beautiful, even after being ruined.. My beautiful goddess." Builderman cooed lovingly, and Telamon felt an unbearable warmth embrace his heart — causing him to hide his face in Builderman’s chest, his body trembling with emotion, a mix of love, submission, and devotion that left him breathless and overwhelmed.
"I love you.." he mumbled weakly, causing Builderman to smile, his heart swelling with love, a mix of warm emotions that left him breathless and overwhelmed.
"I love you more, sweetheart." Builderman replied, kissing his forehead and letting the larger man fall asleep, his body finally relaxed and content.