Dragon King

Having let his bedroom door slam behind him, Phobetor’s frustrated hands tug at his tie to remove it as he stomps through the room angrily. Dropping the silk on the bed as he passes, he pulls open a few buttons before resting his hands on his vanity and leans forward to catch his breath. Why was his anger so quick to flare these days? He can feel his control on it slipping. He used to be so refrained, poised and stoic, but now he was screaming at people and throwing boxes of tea bags at their heads! He’d hit it thought…. large enough target. 

“Why must I be tormented like this” he grumbles to himself, before running his fingers up into his hair and sculpting it back as he straightens once more. The worst of it? He had really wanted a nice cup of tea. “I should have stayed in the realm of darkness and be done with this place” he grumbles, marching over towards the master bathroom with the intent of drawing a deep, hot bath. Of course he didn’t mean it. He would not leave his children, but he might consider going celibate, which would be ironic for the owner of a brothel.  

With the hot steam beginning to fill his bathroom, Phobetor sits on the edge of his bed, shirt now fully open as he continues to sulk a little. He wishes Ryujin could continue to make his life fun. Those were the good times, before the dragon had turned on him. His head lifts a little in surprise as he hears the voice, before his lips purse and he glances away, huffing as he realises Ryujin hadn’t left. Would have been easier if he had. 

“Of course.” He answers with a grin on his lips, since he didn’t expect anything else from Phobetor. “It’s still hot. Be careful!” Saying this he reaches out his hand that is holding the cup of tea to Phobetor, though wondering if he can take it through the tiny crack of the open door. Leaning slightly against the door frame as he waits for the other god to take the desired cup of tea as he says with a soft tone of voice. “Yet I won’t leave your side.” He winks at the Greek god with still that cocky grin playing around the corner of his lips before he adds. “I’ll wait until such time as you not only wanting a cup of tea, but also me!” 

“Catch that, it’s boiling over!”

“How spicy can I make this?”

“You want to be my taste-tester?”

“Could’ve used more seasoning.”

“Do you need a hand with supper?”

“Everything’s better with chocolate.”

“Too many hands in the kitchen, out!” 

“Want me to teach you how to make this?”

“Have you ever cooked a day in your life?”

“Oh no… it said teaspoon, not tablespoon.”

“No, no, no you’re going to burn it like that!”

“I never would’ve thought to bake it like that.”

“Just keep stirring ‘til your whole arm falls off.”

“Can you teach me how to cook this properly?”

“That’s so much icing. It’s like a tower of icing.”

“Salt is not a prime seasoning, you need more.”

“You don’t know the basics of cooking, do you?”

“That’s going to be so dry if you cook it like that.”

“Would you mind dicing some of those up for me?”

“There were supposed to be cookies, not charcoal.”

“I’ve never cooked anything this complicated before.”

“How much spice did you add? I cant feel my mouth!”

“I don’t know how you’re supposed to hold this knife.”

“You could give Gordon Ramsay a run for his money.”

“You’re actually tearing up… it can’t taste THAT good.”

“It tastes good, but the aesthetic could use some work.”

“I’m tempted to sign us up for one of those baking shows.”

“Come here, I’m going to show you how to plate this fancily.” 

“Not even kidding, you need to open a restaurant, this is amazing.”

“Well, we’re out, so I guess we’ll have to make some substitutions.” 

“I don’t think I should be trusted with the sharp things. Or the hot things.”

“They couldn’t believe it wasn’t made by professionals… you might need to bake more.”

The spice continued from here w/ @mp-anubis & @mpxryujin   tw: impending spiciness

By now, stood with his tray of nibbles in his hands, Phobetor’s eyebrows are impossibly high as he watches Ryujin roll around like a flirtatious little tart trying to rile up the usually stoic Egyptian shamelessly laid on his bed with him. Uncharacteristically, he’s quite lost for words. 

Ryujin crawls to the foot of the bed, where the Greek god is standing and ‘demanding a kiss from him, so on his knees he is reaching out his hand to grab the waistband of Phobetor’s pants to pull him closer to the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around the slim waist with a well-known suggestive smirk on the water dragon’s lips. His hands wanders down to cup Phobetor’s buttcheeks to give them a gentle squeeze and to press their bodies together, letting the Greek god feel his heat and bulge in his pants while he looks into Phobetor’s eyes before he closes the distance between their lips to lightly tug at the other’s bottom lip. 

Slowly intensifying the kiss by licking over those lips, he can’t get enough of, before he starts to suck at them softly, giving them a reddish colour. Ryujin’s hands still works on massaging the bottom of Phobetor while he lets his hips roll against the other’s one to get the needed friction, his private parts cry out for. When they break the kiss for a short moment, Ryujin looks over Phobetor’s shoulder to search for Anubis’ eyes to ask quickly. “Would you be so kind to close the door? We don’t need more ‘intruders’ to join.” We winks at the taller god and even stopped himself from saying any scathing comment about the Egyptian god before he turns his attention back to the god in his embrace. Lightly sucking at the other’s earlobe and biting into that soft flesh before he whispers with a husky voice. “Get into bed already...” By saying that Ryujin’s hands wanders along Phobetor’s thighs down to his knees to pull the other god into his lap as he now sits on the edge of the bed. 

As soon as the Greek god sits on his lap, his lips are captured for another kiss by the water god while his hands pulls Phobetor’s shirt out of his pants to open the buttons of it one afer another. Actually he just wants to rip that shirt open to toss it aside, but he knows how much the other god cares about his expensive clothes and he doesn’t want to stir his wrath for ruining another one of Phobetor’s favourite shirts again. It doesn’t take long for Anubis to join the fun... 

“The crudités!” The god gasps, seeing his selection of meat pâté nibbles running dangerously low, when he knows they were likely to be Anubis’ favourite and he had promised to save some for Ryujin, who coincidently had also disappeared. “Excuse me, excuse me-” the Greek huffs as he wiggles his way through people to grab the plate, he would save these for them and then perhaps if they’re well fed, they won’t fight!

Still, he’s going to need to find them, so with plate in hand he sets off and it isn’t long until someone tells him they’d noticed the rather large Egyptian head upstairs, and Ryujin seems to have last been seen heading in that direction as well, so with one last pensive glance back towards his party, Phobetor starts his assent upstairs, nibbles in hand. Thinking to himself ‘I do hope they’re not fighting’. What he did not expect to find, however, was one on top of the other, flushed, out of breath and on his bed!

With a smirk forming on his lips Ryujin sits up to wraps his arms around Anubis’ chest from behind, resting his chin on the other’s shoulder to look at Phobetor. For the simple reason to hold Anubis back from standing up from the bed and beg for forgiveness to the god of nightmare, Ryujin doesn’t want the Egyptian god to ruin the fun right away. “What…?” Ryujin asks with an innocent tone of voice with a grin directed at Phobetor. “You’ve said we need to find a way to get along with one another.” To stop Anubis to try to explain himself what was happening shortly before, Ryujin bites hard into Anubis’ neck, leaving some marks on the tanned skin, before he continues to speak to Phobetor. “Besides… Just this minute Anubis wanted to be a good pup and ask you if you want to join~. Isn’t that so? ” The question is obviously directed at Anubis and saying this Ryujin’s eyes looks at the god in his arms now, of course he is still smirking. 

Before Anubis could even react, Ryujin uses the moment of surprise to place his knee between the other’s god legs while he is hunched over him, placing one hand next to Anubis’ shoulder and looks down at the other with a smirk on his face. Ryujin’s shirt was already tossed aside at a dark corner of room, before he even climbed on the bed and with curiosity he lets run his fingers of his free hand over the clothed crotch of the Egyptian god as his knee is pressed against it as well between Anubis’ legs. Ryujin has heard about the other’s qualities and is indeed curious, especially felling his size through the fabric of Anubis’ pants. Well, it was non-exaggerated to say the least. To conceal his surprise from the other god, Ryujin grabs the other’s crotch firmly, starting to massaging Anubis to distract him. He’ll keep his position over the taller god as long as possible, though maybe he starts to understand why Phobetor likes the Egyptian god. With a husky chuckle he bites into the soft flesh of Anubis’ earlobe before he murmurs in a teasing way. “So eager?”