Ollie Ellingboe

"Any of the sights remind you of home?" Ollie asks randomly, basking in the cool mist around from the waterfall. He was curious about the half gods he fought besides with. Often wondered what aspects of their previous lives followed them to the ark. Perhaps it was his inhibitions subsiding from the drink that caused this curiosity to grow. Though, of course, Ollie often did little to filter himself in front of others, for better or worse.

"Beau...beau...beau..." Forehead pressing into Ollie. Toes gripping the floor and hand gripping the wall as he maintained keeping his partner in the air. Ollie was safe in his arms even if he was about to be at the mercy of Amant's darker desires. "Ouvre-moi pour moi faon...oui...oui...c'est ça...bon garçon." A rewarding kiss for each inch more Ollie took of him. Slow paced until his cock was as buried deep into Ollie's hole as he had been in his mouth. But the next slow stride out was not as slow coming back in. Once he bridged the tight opening to the full length of him he pulled back only to slam in. Like a he was testing the keys of the piano. He drew in lines at different angles till he found the note of Ollie's song. "Oui..." There it was. That bull of nerves flicked against his cock. "...chanter pour Amant."

Resting Ollie's back against the door while one hand shifted to grip his neck. Left hand around the side of the neck gripping the back with four fingers while his thumb pressed into Ollie's chin. The right hand going to the back of Ollie's left leg, gripping him as he held him at a perfect angle. "Chanter..." He hissed in command. Hips slamming into Ollie creating an echoed beat of bodies clashing through his home. The slapping of his balls creating the tempo of his 'bow'. Ollie his violin now as his the tip of his cock bowed against Ollie's prostate like a set of strings. His breaths becoming unsteady and frantic as he lost himself in the music they made. Wanting to hear the heights of Ollie's pleasure fill his home like a symphony heard for the first time. Drums...violins...pianos...a songtress...Amant could hear it all and he became a slave to it. Driven mad by the warm slick of Ollie's hole and moans of sweet music he made.

From a faun, Ollie was now finding himself as Amant's songbird. His soft moans grew into more prominent groans and grunts as Ollie was brought closer to Amant's embrace. His eyes stayed staring into Amant's, a brief hint of greed flashing within them as the son of Iku whispered between them. Part of Ollie wished he wasn't able to understand the prose leaving Amant's lips. Wanting to live in blissful ignorance as his dance partner lifted his hips into him with each praise and command brought from his tantalizing breath. There would be no excuse now in not being able to give Amant exactly what he wanted. It drove Ollie to near madness, the need to follow this new shepherd blidly and perhaps wishing to be the only person to do so. He could feel himself snug around the length of Amant's cock, squeezing slightly as the son of Freyr was brought against the bathroom door.

Repositioned and ready for their next sequence, Ollie drags his hands across the other half god's chest, feeling Amant's body labor against his palms. All for the prospect of pleasing each other, all to make something incredible together as they had before. His hands run back up to hold behind Amant's strong shoulders and head as Ollie crashed their lips together. His tongue craving to taste the other, submitting to the other's so there was no waging any war of tongues just yet. Moans were brought to the other's mouth, an offering from the son of Freyr as the rough strumming of Amant's cock inside his hole continued to bring Ollie higher in pleasure. His own cock had begun taking the role of a metronome, swinging back and forth with how stiff he was, threads a precum coating both their divine bodies.

"I'm sure that's cool an' all, but they ain't the God of fuckin' war now are they."

"Though, he is a Norse god so, many of them are war-like in their own right." He adds with a chummy smile.

"The way I was raised I've been surrounded by gods and death my whole life." They were pretty close to the shrines but he stopped and pulled them to the side. Turning Ollie to face him while Amant rested his back against the wall. Sucking the last bit of fruit from the peach's seed before finding somewhere to toss it. "My mama's family owes a funeral home, my step father is a preacher of his own church and my gran gran...well, she's a little on the side of the swamp from them. She practices voodoo or the old ways." Hoping such a thing wouldn't scare away Ollie as it had a few others. Amant was well known in his home but his ties to Mama Josephine caused many to avoid him. In fear of ever crossing her path for wronging her grandson. "This..." He waved to the mystical world around him. "...is still new to me but my eyes were open a long time ago to things people fear and keep to shadows."

Fingers strokes against Ollie's cheek. Hard not to touch him whenever he was close. "It can be scary going to the gods. I personally prefer speaking to them my way and not knelt before some statue. But...you have to make that step. On your own time. Know that the blessing of your father can be a great power to have. With all that's going on...I want you to be as prepared as any. I'd rather you never have to come face to face with my father...if you get my drift." Amant was accepting of death and the beauty of it's celebration. But there was something haunting in the back of Ollie's gaze that made him fear the day those eyes no longer shined for him. "Don't get me wrong you are divine creature all your own with or without your daddy's say so. Amant has no doubt you'll accomplish great things, mon petit faon."

"Ah. Voodoo." Ollie nods at the mention of the practice being linked to his family. There was a sort of innate wonder with the fantastical within the son of Freyr, no matter the obscurity or apparent taboo other realms of mysticism held. Ollie seemed drawn to it all. "Would that mean I'd have to stop eating red sauced foods around you now, I wonder? Or is it white sauced foods, since… you know?" Ollie asks in jest, hoping Amant wouldn't mind the mention of certain superstitions regarding voodoo and food. Ollie didn't think anything of superstitions of course, knowing full well he's swallowed more than his fair share of Amant's "white sauce". Yet, the son of Freyr wouldn't have minded being spiritually influenced to be with the taller man.

Perhaps it was a subconscious excuse from within Ollie to not reach the statue of Freyr? Or at the very least not approach it on his own. He holds to take Amant's hand in his, keeping the son of Iku's touch against his face as Ollie's listens to his words. He knew Amant was a poet with words much like himself, though to hear the care and concern the son of Iku had for him, it was heartwarming for the son of Freyr. Ollie couldn't help to brush his nectar stained lips against Amant's. "Good thing for you. Parents tend to like me." Ollie chimes, his hand smoothing itself across Amant's chest and torso. A playful grin growing against his lips before he places a lingering kiss onto the half god's cheek. "But I'll make sure there's decades between our meeting." He tries to reassure him. "I'll try… for you."

"You ever think about what that means for people like us?" Ollie begins to say, the tread of his steps getting slower as they continued their walk. "D… Meeting parents like yours?"

"It definitely feels cathartic to see the buggers fall." Ollie chimes. He hadn't known Aleki long, but he couldn't help wanting to impress the other man. Sure, Ollie definitely had a few tricks up his sleeves when it came to combat, but Aleki could boil the ground beneath your feet. It didn't help he seemed easy to get along with. "In any case, I hope to see around more often than not. Beetles or not, you're good company to keep. Hell, why don't we get a couple of drinks to celebrate?"

He mused to his own thoughts while taking the arm that reached for his shoulder and reposition it. Holding the fruit in the hold of his lips he took Ollie's arm to wrap round his waist while Amant pulled the smaller body closer to him, his longer arm wrapped around Ollie's shoulder. It just was a better fit for their walk. As Amant had planned to follow without invitation. He took the peach from the hold of his mouth with his hand returning it to Ollie's lips. Holding it for him to bite. Amant's hand passing it back and further for each to taste. "Sorry....I think when I went asking about your parent someone might've confused Freyr with Freya..." his thick accent being a problem as both names still sounded the same as he tried to differentiate them.

"Never been to England but a town called No Place? Now that sounds a visit for the books. You'll have to let me kidnap you for a week when Mardi Gras comes back around." Eager to explore Ollie's word as much as show his own. "I'll probably have more luck meeting your moms. Fathers never seem to care for me....always think I'm going to defile their child." When in most cases, including Ollie, the defiling has already occurred before meeting the folks.

"Defile? I'm pretty sure what we did last time doesn't count as defiling. Blasphemous? Definitely. Might have to get on my knees later on to repent. Worshipping of idols, it's a pretty serious sin." Ollie sighs softly against Amant's chest. He hadn't thought about what it meant to find a dance partner he got along this well with while staying at the ark. The son of Freyr had signed up for war in a sense, there wasn't much imagination to what would happen in Ollie's mind after answering such a call. Knowing what he knew now about the world, about monsters and mischief, darkness and dragons, Ollie wondered what would happen if he hadn't traveled to the ark. Would he have met Amant later in life; perhaps in his last moments? Would he still feel that pull towards the half god that he felt now? Would it always?

He takes a bite from the peach Amant shares. His thoughts about what would be and what wouldn't exiting him through another breath against the half god's chest.

"I haven't talked much with him." He begins to say a bit nervously. "Haven't really tried to since I got here. Not because I haven't been wanting to, I have just… Well, I guess you can say I've been enjoying my time on the island just fine without. That probably makes me sound like a prick, but I have been wanting to. Don't want to admit it, but it's made me a bit nervous. Giant beetles are one thing, gods that are meant to be your ma and pa, well… I think you understand what I'm going on about, yeah?" He chuckles nervously, his arms beginning to part from Amant's side, the hand behind his back searching to intertwine their fingers together.

The name came out of the air. Dubbing the son of Freya as his 'little fawn'. A title meant to be a compliment more than a leash. Ollie did not belong to him but in this moment he was apart of his story. And what a tale that had already spun in battle was now being extended to pleasure. Amant started to rock his hips back slowly, pushing himself just a bit deeper into that throat. Not the whole length, even if Ollie could take it. This was a dance, an equal sway of shared enjoyment for them both. He didn't need Ollie to choke just needed him to take it. Needed the taste of Amant to be buried so deep into his mouth that he could recall it from line up of others. A new flavor to crave even when Amant was away. Biting into his bottom lip as he tried to maintain a controlled rhythm but feeling himself push even further just see that look of need in Ollie's eyes. Fingers making way to the back of Ollie's head as he lightly fucked that sweet throat so open to him.

"Fuck..." Amant wanted more, wanted to go deeper. But didn't want to damage that throat and ruin Ollie's song. So he needed something else to find rest for his needy cock. Pulling it out of Ollie's mouth with a pop Amant lowered to reward his dance partner with a kiss. To sooth those puff lips for a job well done as he pulled Ollie to his feet. "Hold on to me." His tone far more commanding than before as he lowered again and pulled his arms between Ollie's legs, lifting him from the ground with ease. Once those legs were secure on his shoulder his kisses became sweeter than his command. Tongue taking place of the cock he could still taste in Ollie's mouth. Yet his hips never stopped their rocking, his lower half operating with a mind of it's own. The member slick saliva pressed against Ollie's hole and sliding through the divide of his soft cheeks. "Guide me in." Again his voice demanded in between the airy kisses against Ollie's lips.

He figures what would become of his throat without the half god resilience Ollie possessed. Would he have been reaped by the very man he desired? And he might get taken by Amant in more ways than one. Even now as a half god, the son of Freyr was having trouble keeping his lips to stay around Amant's base, to keep his nose pressed against Amant's navel to breath him in. Would he go to Valhalla for braving such a task? Would be allowed to enter when displaying such surrender towards the son of of Iku's touch and tug? The tap and bounce of his own cock could be heard against the bathroom tiled floor, springing itself to life with a thick thread of arousal connecting to head to the small puddle of precum. His arousal getting more prominent with each second Amant's taste made a home across his tongue and throat.

Ollie give a low whimper as he's separated from the source of Amant's taste, though he wasted no time, scrambling a hand behind himself to take a hold of Amant's slicked up size. There was a smirk Ollie couldn't bother hiding on his lips as he gave the son of Iku a few more strokes, or rather help Amant stroke himself. Ollie was enjoying how the other half god was basically fucking himself into his hand. He gives him a teasing squeeze before following up on Amant's command. Feeling the head of Amant's cock catch and release itself clumsily around the son of Freyr's hole. While Ollie appreciated a brief hello and goodbye as much as the next guy, the son of Freyr was afraid he needed a bit more than a couple seconds of connection to fulfill his desires with Amant.

Ollie's strong arms keep a firm hold across Amant's shoulders, helping in keeping their bodies together, keeping their kiss connected, and soon in enjoying their bodies connecting together. The son of Freyr lines Amant's cock against his hole before feeling the son of Iku pushing his hips into him once more. Ollie's free hand joins the other in holding onto Amant's shoulders, the perfect hand placement for a couple of dancers in the middle of a lift. His eyes continue to look into Amant's, ready for whatever tours en l'air his dance partner had in store for him.

His pearly white smile the only showing of him in the cover of shadows like a Cheshire Cat. Ollie tempting him into the light while every urge in him wished to pull the other into the dark and ravish him. But he followed to the call of the extended hand. Stuffing the book into the back of his waistband. He wondered if Ollie knew he was there all along, tempting him with his messy eating. "You missed a spot..." The brush of his knuckle pushing Ollie's chin up as Amant came in a licked the sticky sweet stain from his fawn's neck. Ending with sucking on what remained from his lips. Acting as if the gesture was as causal as any other. His free hand tried to sneakingly take the fruit from Oliie but his fingers fumbled against the holder. Still able to take it into his hand and take a bite for himself. "Oui...though I tend to do most of my prayer in the privacy of my home. Is that where you are headed? To pay respect to your mother?"

"To my father, actually. I'd have fly back to England to pay my respects to my mother if that were the case." Ollie corrects him, his own hand coming up to clean himself from the fruit's stray nectar, his eyes never leaving Amant's. He wanted to suggest the two continue their conversation at his lodgings, demonstrate a bit of kneeling of his own to the son of Iku, but the conversation about their parents shifted Ollie's priorities. He still had to pay his respects after all. "Maybe after we're done here, I can take you to see my mother."

"Visiting a little town called 'No Place' seems like something you would like." Ollie brings an arm across Amant's shoulder, just the one since the son of Freyr's height didn't exactly lend Ollie the reach to do so. He didn't mind it though, it got them walking along the temple path just fine.

Ollie gives a slight nod as his eyes stay on Amant's. His face brushes against Amant's length, feeling the warmth of his size against his cheek. His hands come up towards the son of Iku's legs, comfortably settled, kneeling in front of him as if he belonged there. Feeling the tug of his dance partner's fingers at his hair, his stoic expression remains. He brings his hands up towards Amant's thighs, that need to connect to the son of Iku traveling up his fingers as they travel up and rest onto Amant's hips.

Ollie's breath shakes slightly as he moves under Amant's cock head, lips exhale a cool breath before sinking Amant's head past his lips. The son of Freyr hums as they nurse slightly on the tip, savoring the taste of his spent cock. His eyes remain on Amant's as Ollie's take more of his length into his mouth. A low moan occasionally broken by some sputtering and gagging as Ollie tries to further accommodate Amant into his throat. If they were meant to fit together in battle, Ollie would find a way to have Amant fit inside of him as well.

His arms wrapped around the smaller body wishing to claim it. Easing him from whatever other articles of clothes hindered him from Ollie's skin. Though their mouths never broke, only deepened. The hunger growing on Amant's tongue as it slithered into the others mouth trying to satisfy this new appetite. Once their bare bodies were pressed together with nothing but a breathe dividing them, his hands shifted to opposite ends. One coming to firmly hold Ollie under his chin, breaking their kiss only to toy and deny him just out of reach of another kiss. His other hand slid lower into the soft comfort of Ollie's ass. Fingers slipping through and letting the guitarist ridges of his fingers stroke at the exposed hole. Amant held Ollie like an instrument. One finger plucking at the strings of his bass as it sent song of bliss from those soft lips. "What a sweet sound..." Licking his lips as a finger breached into the warm hole. Slipping in and out like he was trying to tune him to find the best chord. "...I could listen to your song all day."

Mouth humming on Ollie's as he lowered to suck on the beat of his pulse. Fingers pushing a little deeper as he felt the thump of it race against his lips. He pulled back, putting enough space between them to give him a view of his cock beating up against Ollie's midsection. Already greedy with a need for more attention, never truly satisfied. "See there." The hand that played with Ollie's ring came to touch at the tip of Amant's dick. A small drip of precum building from the mix of sexual urges and divine powers. "You've gone and made a mess of me after I just got clean." He brought the smear of his seed on his finger and spread it over Ollie's lips. Letting it mix between their mouths as he leaned in for another kiss. "Think you should use that tongue and clean me up like you promised."

Ollie's nose couldn't help but nudge against Amant's as he separated their kiss. The son of Freyr eats a dry swallow hungrily, his hooded eyes glued to the son of Iku's as he pants between them. Each pluck of his string stirring Ollie's need to reunite their lips even further. His mouth lunging forward but never connecting with Amant's. The teasing nature of the son of Iku beckoning a part of Ollie to chase after Amant's kiss as the son of Freyr's sounds were being chased after. To chase, but to never catch. To be caught, but never truly run away. A habit from being a shepherd, no doubt. Feeling Amant's large body enveloping his as the son of Iku's arm holds him as the instrument of pleasure that he's been wanting to be. The chord of his throat singing in soft moans as Amant prepares his hole for the other's instrument for pleasure. His eyes fluttering close for a while, loosing himself in the touch of his musician's hands. Ollie's arms still hold onto the fellow half god for support, chin resting against the son of Iku's hand.

Like a fledgling to its maker, Ollie bares his neck for Amant, offering the stretch of skin for any meeting of skin with his. To fulfill whatever purpose the son of Iku needed of his pulse, his body willing to give to Amant what it itself craved as from him. The son of Frey's lips parting at the delectable pressure on his neck. His tongue licking against his lip, imagining what it must have been that was sustaining the taller man as Ollie's arms wrapped themselves tighter around his shoulders. The feeling interrupted as he felt the wet tip of Amant's cock pushing against his stomach, a feeling he would hope to recreate from within. He swallows dryly as he watches the son of Iku bring him a sample of his essence. Ollie moans against Amant's fingers as the thin film was coated across his lips. His moans then enveloped by the other's lips, an unfiltered enthusiasm of Amant's taste displayed with the son of Frey's moans.

Seeming to take Amant's request literally, it was Ollie's turn to stay the half god's chin. His tongue once again visited Amant's neck, each drag of Ollie's tongue starting against Amant's collarbone. Even though Amant was out of the shower, Ollie was sure he could taste that enticing essence across each inch of his soaked skin. His thumb brushing itself across the back of Amant's head, tenderly playing chords of his own as Ollie made his way below. His hand lets go and holds Amant's torso, awkwardly as Ollie might have been a bit spare compared to the son of Iku. Even so, it didn't stay his heated breathes across Amant's chest, his tongue pushing in between his dance partner's pecs before looking up at him as he drags and collects as much of their combined flavor on his tongue. His tongue continued to travel past Amant's collar bone, up his neck before reuniting their lips once again.

He stood, naked wonder in full view with water dripping from the body Amant took great pride in. Vanity one of the many sins he was a willing slave to. Letting Ollie get a peek as he watched from the display window of his bathroom before he nodded his head towards the front of the house. Amant grabbed a towel to dry himself enough not to drip too much on the floor. Skin still wet from bath as he opened his door not bothering to cover himself. What was the point? All he had was already seen by those gorgeous jewels of eyes set in Ollie’s pretty little head. “Well hello there…” reach out a hand to pull the other in by the belt loop of his pants and shutting the door behind him. “…my favorite dance partner come for another spin.”

The sheer difference in height was clear as Amant toward over the other. Like a wolf hovered over a lost fawn in his cave. Dark, hungry eyes drinking in a body that was sadly too clothed for his tastes. "It's too late to join in the bath but maybe you could help me dry off..." Holding out the towel for him. "...if you feel so inclined to assist."

"I was about to ask for you to take me for a dip as well, funnily enough." Ollie breathes out, his eyes now looking up into Amant's, a sly grin spread across his face. Ollie would admin, their combined efforts while fighting the beetles was impressive to him. Seeing two forces of seemingly opposite ends yield that much power together was exhilarating. Maybe it's what brought Ollie here in the first place? Maybe he two wanted to see in what other ways the half gods could recreated that feeling. To see in what other ways the half gods' bodies could surprise Ollie. "I wouldn't mind keeping you dry, dance partner..."

A hand reaches mindlessly for the towel that Amant had carried, his gaze still staring into the son of Iku's. A finger softly traces itself across the back of the other's hand. Perhaps it was an after shock of the fight's effects or perhaps it was a reaction to having Amant so close, but the feeling of his skin on his own felt magnetic. He couldn't help himself in take a clumsy hold of both Amant's hand and the towel. Amant was beyond beautiful to the son of Freyr, alluring enough for the fawn to not care about what shepherd calls his way. It is with that thought that Ollie takes the towel in his hand, drags it across Amant's large arm gently before dropping it to the floor.

"But I can clean you just as well with my tongue." Ollie breathes, dropping the towel before dragging his tongue against Amant's neck. Tasting the mix of bathwater and the half god's essence before sharing the taste into a kiss. Ollie had begun kicking off his pants, holding onto Amant's shoulder as he does so, poise and posed for the fellow half god to lead him.