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Seth couldn’t remember the last time he and Horus had gone on a date -- or had sex, as a matter of fact. Ever since they had fucked like bunnies and produced five lovely, mischievous children -- bless their hearts -- they had not been able to have a moment to themselves without someone waking from a nightmare, someone needing water, someone needing reassurance that the moon had not, in fact, disappeared forever, or someone who had been away from the gaze of their Mama for more than an hour and decided that they were on the brink of emotional death.
And, truth be said, Seth was frustrated.
Very, very sexually frustrated.
He wanted a good fuck, and whether the universe agreed with him or not, he was going to get that dick.
“Horus, do you remember the last time we went out on a date?” Seth asked as he lay with his head on his husband’s lap, lazily accepting grapes being fed to him one by one.
Horus pondered for a long time, brows furrowing in genuine concentration. “…No. I don’t.”
Seth sat up immediately. “Exactly! We haven’t been on one in ages! The last time we had anything remotely close to a ‘date’, it was going to Ishtar’s temple, and that was a decade ago.”
“Surely, husband, it wasn’t that long ago,” Horus said calmly, picking another grape with the patience of a saint.
“It was! I kept track,” the red-haired god insisted, almost pleading. Horus offered him a grape.
Seth stared at it.
“…Do you think this solves my problems?”
“It solves at least one,” Horus replied serenely. “You were hungry.”
Seth snatched the grape anyway and chewed with aggressive dignity. “God! Horus! All I want is to have you all for myself just for one night. That’s all I ask.
Horus bent down and kissed his beloved’s forehead. “But you do have me all for yourself, my heart.”
Seth hummed. “I--”
“PAPA! MAMA! PAPA!”
Three collective shouts were heard in the corridor outside and almost immediately, the chamber doors flew open with the force of a small natural disaster.
Seth looked at Horus with unimpressed eyes and made a face.
“ ‘BuT yOu DO HaVE mE fOr YoUrSeLf, MY HEART!’ ”
Horus started laughing at his husband’s attempt at mimicry. “Goodness, uncle! Forgive me.”
Two little boys and one girl infiltrated the room. One of them was crying…Duamutef obviously – Seth’s victimised child.
“Mama, do you know what Qebeh said?” he complained, sniffling dramatically as he climbed onto the bed and immediately buried himself against Seth. “He said that the moon will fall on my head.”
Qebehsenuef stood with his hands on his hips, deeply offended at the betrayal. “Are you an idiot?”
“Qebeh, don’t call your brother an idiot,” Horus chided.
“The moon will not fall,” Seth said automatically, already rubbing the child’s back.
“But he said –”
“Has any of what your brother has said come true? He had said that scorpions eat toes. Do scorpions eat toes, Duamu?”
“…No,” Duamutef rubbed his eyes.
“There you have it.”
“He is an idiot,” Qebehsenuef started again with conviction.
“Qebeh,” Seth said flatly, “one more derogatory word about your brother and you will feel the back of my hand.”
The boy stuck his tongue out immediately.
Seth raised a brow.
The tongue retreated.
Horus sighed and turned to his only daughter, Ankhetia, who was standing with her arms behind her. “What’s wrong with you, my Starfire?”
“I drew a crocodile,” she declared with immense pride, pulling a slightly crumpled piece of papyrus from behind her and holding it up like an offering.
Horus leaned forward. “Let me see this masterpiece.”
It was, in fact, a crocodile. A long green creature with twelve legs, purple eyes, and what looked suspiciously like wings.
Horus clapped as though she had just painted the ceiling of a temple. “That’s beautiful, sweetheart.”
Ankhetia grinned, flashing all of her teeth at once. “Thank you!” She beamed, then tilted her head thoughtfully. “I’ll name him Tut.”
“A fine name,” Horus nodded gravely.
She blinked at him. “Can I have a crocodile?”
“No,” Seth deadpanned instantly.
Ankhetia’s face fell into outrage. “But Mama, why?”
She had an outstanding mission of trying to adopt every living creature she encountered. Birds. Stray cats. A mildly aggressive ibis. Once, memorably, a scorpion.
“Because Sobek will not like that,” Seth said, trying for reason.
“I don’t believe you,” Ankhetia huffed.
Qebehsenuef’s eyes lit up with dangerous enthusiasm. “Ooooh! A crocodile would be so cool.”
“It would eat you first,” Seth replied flatly.
Duamu, also influenced by his siblings turned to look at his parents with hopeful eyes.
“No one’s getting a crocodile,” Horus said.
Ankhetia stomped her foot lightly. “But you liked my crocodile.”
“I liked the drawing,” Horus corrected carefully.
Qebeh narrowed his eyes at Seth. “You just don’t want one because you’re scared.”
“Hah! Who’s scared?” Seth scoffed at his son’s accusations.
“Then let me have one.”
“I said no.”
Qebeh leaned toward Tia and whispered loudly, “He’s scared.”
“You little-“
Ankhetia did an about turn. “Hmph! Grandma will get me a crocodile. I’m gonna go to Grandma.” And made a beeline out of the door.
“You’ll be going to bed, that’s what you’ll do!” Seth called after her.
“I’m telling Grandma you said no!”
“You may tell her I said no twice!”
He turned towards the two boys again. “What are you two waiting for? Go to bed.”
Duamu nodded immediately, and turned his right cheek towards Seth expectantly. The god couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips and leaned down to place a soft kiss there.
“Satisfied?” Seth asked.
Duamu grinned. “Yes.”
Seth then stretched out his arm toward his elder son. “You too. Come here.”
The boy stared at him in horror. “No.”
Seth raised an eyebrow. “No?”
“No ewww. Bleh!” He gagged and ran out of the room. Duamu giggled, hopped off the bed and chased after his brother.
No sooner had they left and the doors slid shut behind them than Seth exhaled very loudly and fell back onto the bed as though he had just returned from battle.
Horus leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Now, you have me to yourself.”
Seth turned his head slowly, giving him a flat look. “I don’t want to anymore. I am very tired and want to sleep.”
Horus chuckled. “You wound me.”
“Be wounded.”
Horus smiled softly at that and lay down beside him, wrapping his arms around the sand god and pulling him close against his chest.
It was almost a week later that Horus returned from Court to a quiet palace. He had almost forgotten what quiet was since his children didn’t know how to act by that term.
He passed through the kids’ chambers just to find them empty. This puzzled him. Now, he knew they weren’t exactly in danger – that was impossible. His husband could smell his children in danger from a mile away.
He turned to one of the guards at the entrance. “Where are the children?”
The guard saluted. “They are with Great Mother, Isis, your Majesty.”
Horus nodded before leaving for his own chambers.
As soon as he pulled open the doors, his nose was hit by the intoxicating fragrance of myrrh. He closed his eyes and inhaled loudly, but the vision that met him when he opened them again almost made him stumble over his own feet.
Seth lay reclined in the centre of the bed, his body bare save for the sheets that were draped loosely over his stomach. He had one knee drawn up, the other leg extended straight, creating a tantalising V that drew the eye straight to the heavy curve of his cock resting against his thigh. His arm was propped behind his head, lifting his chest and making his muscles flex subtly. A slow, predatory smile curved his lips as he watched Horus, barely blinking.
Horus's breath caught, his hand still on the door as he pushed it fully shut with a thud.
“Is this your plan for having me all for yourself?”
Seth grinned. “I am a very stubborn man, Horus.”
“Yes, husband, I am aware. I’ve had my fair share of experience.” He moved towards the bed. His shendyt suddenly felt very constricting, and anyone would have spotted that growing erection. “Where did mother take the children?” He asked, undoing his shendyt.
Seth shrugged. “No idea. They are safe with your mother, and that’s all I care about.”
Horus climbed atop the bed and shifted himself so he hovered over the older god’s body. “Maybe they’ll get that crocodile.”
Seth snorted. “Highly improbable.” He wrapped his arms around the falcon god’s neck. “However, for now, I don’t wish to think of anything else but your cock. Think you can do that? Husband?” He added the last bit in such a low whisper that it sent a shiver down Horus’ spine. He captured the elder’s lips in a searing kiss that was all teeth and tongue.
Seth moaned into it, opening wide to let Horus plunder, their tongues sliding wet and insistent. Horus's callused palms skimmed down Seth's sides, thumbs digging into his hips, while Seth's fingers tangled in Horus's short black hair, pulling him deeper.
They broke apart, gasping, a string of saliva connecting their lips for a moment before snapping. Horus nipped at Seth's jaw, then lower, sucking a mark into the column of his throat where his pulse throbbed. “I almost forgot this feeling of your skin under me, uncle.”
Seth chuckled. “Oh? Did you now?”
Horus’ mouth continued its descent, latching onto Seth's collarbone with a bite that drew a hiss from his husband. Seth arched up, pressing his bare chest to Horus's, the friction of nipples against nipples sending jolts straight to his groin.
'Then take more,' Seth urged, his hands sliding down to take Horus’s hard cock in them and stroke it, making the falcon god groan. He shifted down, capturing one of Seth's nipples between his lips, sucking hard while his tongue lashed the bud. Seth bucked, a whine escaping him as Horus's teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. He switched to the other side, lavishing it with the same attention, one hand pinning Seth's hip to keep him from writhing too wildly. The room filled with wet sounds--sucks and licks--and Seth's increasingly desperate pants.
'Fuck, yes--your mouth,' Seth breathed, his cock throbbing untouched now, smearing pre-cum across Horus's thigh where their legs tangled. But he wanted more, needed more. His fingers clawed at Horus's back, probably drawing blood, considering his sharp nails.
Horus lifted his head, eyes dark with lust. “I am moving down now, alright?”
Seth waved him off. “Do whatever you want, just hurry up and give me your cock.”
“Patience, your Highness,” Horus teased, sliding down Seth's body, kissing a trail over his ribs, navel, the sharp jut of his hipbone. He hooked Seth's legs over his shoulders, spreading him wide. Seth's hole winked at him, already glistening with oil. His uncle planned everything! That minx! Horus leaned in, dragging his tongue flat over the puckered entrance, tasting the faint bitterness of the lubricant mixed with Seth's natural musk.
Seth jolted, hands fisting the sheets. 'Gods, your tongue--deeper.' Horus obliged, spearing inside with pointed thrusts, fucking Seth's ass with his mouth while his hands held those powerful thighs apart. He alternated with broad licks over Seth's balls, sucking one into his mouth, then the other, rolling them gently before returning to rim him thoroughly. Seth's cock wept steadily now, untouched, as his body trembled under the assault.
“Horus – Ahhh…that’s enough! Stop teasing and fill me. Pound my hole until I can't walk tomorrow.”
'So greedy,' Horus murmured, smiling to himself. He straightened, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He positioned his thick cock at Seth's entrance, the head nudging in, breaching slowly, inch by inch as Seth bore down to take him. They both stilled when Horus bottomed out, balls pressed to Seth's ass, the fullness overwhelming. Seth's walls fluttered around him, pulling him deeper.
Then Horus moved, pulling back and slamming home with a force that rocked the bed. Seth cried out, legs locking around Horus's waist. The rhythm built fast--hard thrusts, skin slapping skin, Horus's hips pistoning as he fucked into Seth relentlessly. Sweat slicked their bodies, making every slide smoother, hotter. Seth's cock bounced between them, trapped and grinding against Horus's abs.
'Harder--fuck, yes, like that,' Seth gasped, nails raking down Horus's back, leaving red trails. Horus angled his thrusts, nailing Seth's prostate with each drive, the targeted hits making Seth's toes curl. He wrapped a hand around Seth's shaft, jerking it roughly in sync, twisting at the head.
'Cum on my cock, my heart,' Horus ordered, leaning down to bite Seth's shoulder. 'Milk me dry.'
Seth shattered first, body seizing as ropes of cum shot across his chest, splattering Horus's skin. His ass clamped down, rhythmic squeezes that dragged Horus over the edge. He thrust deep, grinding as he unloaded, hot spurts flooding Seth's insides until it leaked out around his base.
They panted, Horus collapsing half on top, still buried inside. But the fire wasn't quenched. After a moment, Horus rolled them, pulling Seth atop him without separating. His cock stayed buried deep inside Seth's ass, the walls still fluttering from their first release. 'Ride me,' Horus commanded, hands gripping Seth's hips firmly, thumbs digging into the soft flesh there. His eyes locked on Seth's, dark with renewed hunger, urging him to take control.
Seth grinned and sat up rather enthusiastically, his crimson hair tousled and sticking to his sweat-dampened forehead. He braced his palms on Horus's broad chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath the slick skin. Slowly, he lifted his hips, the drag of Horus's thick shaft pulling a low groan from both of them as it nearly slipped free. Then Seth dropped down hard, impaling himself fully, the head of Horus's cock nudging deep against his prostate. The jolt made Seth's toes curl, his own dick twitching back to life against his belly, already half-hard from the overstimulation.
He set a deliberate rhythm at first, rising and falling with controlled rolls of his hips, grinding down to savour the stretch and fullness. Horus thrust up to meet each descent, his strong legs flexing under Seth's weight, driving deeper with every snap. The new angle let Seth chase his pleasure precisely--circling his ass to rub that sensitive spot inside, sparks shooting up his spine. 'Fuck, you fill me so good,' Seth panted, his nails scraping over Horus's nipples, pinching and twisting them until they pebbled red. “I feel like I can get pregnant again.”
Horus chuckled. “Can you?”
“What? No! Of course not! How many babies do you want?” Seth defended himself.
Horus laughed and brought one of the redhead’s hands on his chest to his lips and kissed it. “None, my heart. The ones you have given me are quite enough.”
Seth hummed and continued bouncing on his husband’s cock. Horus watched, mesmerised by the sight above him: Seth's muscular thighs straddling his waist, ass cheeks clenching with each bounce, the way his balls slapped against Horus's skin on the downstroke. Sweat beaded on Seth's chest, trickling down the defined ridges of his abs. Horus's hands roamed, one sliding up to tangle in Seth's wild locks, yanking his head back to expose his throat. He latched on, sucking a fresh bruise into the skin while his other hand slipped between them, wrapping around Seth's hardening cock. He stroked it firmly, base to tip, thumb pressing into the slit to coax out fresh pre-cum.
Seth moaned loudly, speeding up, his bounces turning frantic--ass slamming down onto Horus's hips with wet, obscene slaps that echoed in the chamber. The bed creaked under them, linens twisting further as Seth rode harder, chasing the building coil in his gut. Horus bucked up wildly now, meeting the pace, his free hand spreading Seth's cheeks wider, a thumb pressing against the stretched rim where his cock pistoned in and out, slick with their mixed releases.
'That's it, take every inch,' Horus said against Seth's neck, biting down as he jerked Seth's shaft faster, twisting at the head. Seth's body trembled, muscles tensing as ecstasy crested. He came for the second time that night with a shattered cry, hot cum spilling over Horus's fist and splattering their joined stomachs, his ass clamping rhythmically around Horus's length.
The vice-like grip dragged Horus over the edge. He thrust up one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he unloaded, flooding Seth's insides with thick spurts of seed which dripped down Horus's balls and soaking the sheets beneath. Seth collapsed forward, chest heaving against Horus's, their bodies sticky and spent. Horus held him close, cock softening inside but unwilling to pull away just yet, both basking in the afterglow of their reclaimed passion.
“I really missed this feeling,” Horus murmured, voice low and pleasantly dazed, his cheek resting against Seth’s hair. “You were right, husband. It had been too long.”
Seth snorted weakly into his shoulder. “I’m always right.”
Horus smiled and pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of his head. “Of course you are. Forgive me?”
Seth lifted one tired arm and smacked his bicep without any real strength. “Idiot.”
He stayed there a moment longer, fingers lazily tracing meaningless patterns against Horus’s chest. “More nights like this. Starting tomorrow.”
Horus stroked his back soothingly. “Mother will not be very happy about that.”
“Oh, please,” Seth muttered, eyes already closing. “Your mother loves spending time with your children. She won’t mind.”
“I’m exhausted…” he mumbled.
“I noticed.”
“Do not move,” Seth added immediately, tightening his grip slightly. “You are my pillow now.”
“…Horus?”
“Yes, my heart?”
“If a child knocks in the morning, pretend we are dead.”