#apollo smut

✧˚ · . Loki

RUN. Oh a virgin? So you never had penetrative sex? What about oral? Not even a finger? What about masturbat— RUUUNNN he won't stop with the question! To make you embarrassed with the worst question ever! And the innuendos! I don't think they count anymore as innuendos since Loki IS clearly stating that he can have sex with you now to teach you anything about sex. If you refuse it's ok, but unless you tell him you are uncomfortable with his innuendos or teasing you with everything he can think of.

✧˚ · . Buddha

"Cool. Want some candy?" You could literally tell him everything about yourself and that's the reaction you will get, depending on how serious the thing you are talking about is of course. If he senses you really feel uncomfortable he will still offer candy and then asks more, but if it's something like this... Yeah. It doesn't really matter to him, Buddha won't mention it further. You will get some dirty jokes and innuendos there and there, but that's it.

✧˚ · . Apollo

Love of my life, sun of my earth... Fucking shut up. When you tell him he will be... Surprised. Like a small gasp leaves his mouth and his eye open type of surprise, as if you are telling him some juicy gossip. Kind of like Loki, just differently: instead of asking questions to embarrass/annoy you, he's telling you how sex is and how he can be your first if one day you ever feel like doing it. Apollo is kind of tempting/teasing you in a way lol

✧˚ · . Hermes

He will smile and tell you not to worry, they are plenty of people (and gods) who aren't interested in sex, didn't have it yet, or are waiting for a perfect occasion/person. It's ok, everyone is different. However you will see a smirk appearing on Hermes face immediately after, saying how "he can help you decide if you want" and then, seeing how red and flustered you are, he will laugh gently and say he was only joking. Well, unless...

✧˚ · . Thor

He will look at you and give you a nod, kissing your forehead. And that's it lol. Thor won't comment it, won't say any joke or anything at all, he will wait for you to initiate things if you ever want to. He's very respectful, as long as you are happy he's happy too. It doesn't really matter to him if you are a virgin or not, unlike Loki, he won't make such a scandal about it. It's okay, he just knows he'll need to take care of you extra carefully on your first night.

✧˚ · . Beelzebub

I can't help but think that this boy is a virgin too... So when you tell him that you are a virgin Beelzebub should say "oh yeah? Same", will he say it? No. You won't know directly, you will kind of tell because of how... petrified he is when you initiate something, or when the situation gets steamier lmaooo He will quickly regain his composure and be more secure and calm, but something is... Off. Even if he isn't a virgin, Beelzebub doesn't really care if you are. They are more important things (your health, for example).

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- HUMAN HEATER. Always hot like the sun.

- Wakes you up early to watch the sunrise and then lets you fall back asleep while cuddling you (has really big windows in his room so you don't even have to leave y'all's bed!)

- Best. Cuddler. EVER.

- Will always kiss you on your neck or lips. No where else.

- Will play with and mess with your hair 24/7 365.

- Loves it when you pepper his face with kisses.

- Writes and sings songs for and about you. One time he wrote an entire play about you so he could show you off to the other gods.

- YOU. ARE. HIS. MUSE.

Pet names:

Sunshine, Darling, My Muse, Light of my Life, Αγάπη (Greek for “Love”), Treasure, or any music based name.

- Definitely gets up earlier than you and will make you breakfast as the sun rises.

- Has a bowl of apples in his kitchen once things get serious and y'all start thinking about marriage

- Will braid sunflowers and gold ribbon into your hair while you sleep/ before you wake up.

-Just gives you gold/ Sun themed jewelry in general so the gods know who you're dating

- If given the chance, he will hug you from behind all. The. Time.

- Injured in any way? He's the god of healing! That injury won't be there for long.

☀️ NSFW 😎

- Why do I think Apollo would make you read poetry while he fucks you? Ie:

“C'mon Sunshine, I know you can read louder than that. It's not that hard~” “All I want to hear is your pretty voice while I fuck you~”

- Apollo Is a switch, he'll gladly top you, he just prefers to be the bottom.

- He'll trail kisses and bites up and down your body. His favorite parts to kiss are: Your thighs, your hips and the middle of your chest, specifically the spot right above your heart.

- I'll let this speak for itself:

“Ω αγαπημένη μου μούσα, σου αρέσει όταν σε γαμώ έτσι; Σου αρέσει όταν σε αναγκάζω να τραγουδάς το όνομά μου σαν να είναι το πιο βρόμικο πράγμα που έχεις περάσει από τα όμορφα χείλη σου;”

☀️~Breakdown of kinks~🏹

MARKING: Hickeys everywhere, but, adding to him always being hot, you know when you get slightly sunburned? Yeah. Handprints on your thighs, and when you press them together they warm up and it's a constant reminder of what he did to you last night.

“Hold still, sunshine. I don't want to hurt you. I'm leaving a small reminder of tonight on your skin for when I have to go tomorrow~”

Watching/being watched: He loves putting on a little show for you when he touches himself, he'll moan louder than usual and the way he moves can only be described as sensual. Also something about you watching him like this makes him cum like a hormonal teenager. Alternatively, he likes giving you directions when you touch yourself.

“Now now Light of my Life, you'll cum when I say you can cum, keep going~”

MIRROR. SEX. : He loves to make you watch yourself while he makes you feel good, especially if you have any self esteem issues.

~End~

- This horny ass- I don't know why, but he has a ridiculously high sex drive. He'll go about eight lengthy rounds before he tires out, I pray for your legs…

- Teasing. Constantly. And innuendos are his specialty, almost anything he knows will get you hot and bothered will be whispered in your ear before he goes back to what he was going like nothing happened, leaving you wherever you were to process what he just said.

-He cums a lot. Just yeah.

- Doggy Style, pushing your face into the mattress/pillow, pinning you up against the wall as he takes you from behind… I could go on but I think you get the idea😁

- Imagine really soft, romantic sex in front of those huge windows in his room. The image looks like something out of a cheesy romance novel but… wouldn't that be lovely?

- Praise. He will praise you like it's Nobody's business.

“Oh my Muse, you feel glorious tightening around me like this~ Such a good girl/boy/darling for me~”

~Aftercare~

He stood at the far end of the room like a curse spoken aloud.

Tall—imposingly so—his shoulders broad beneath a fitted black tunic, the fabric stitched with subtle threads of silver that caught the low light like veins of lightning. Your eyes descended upon his back, falling to his cruelly lean waist, as if the gods had carved him for precision. For war.

"You should be careful," Hades said without looking at you, his voice a ribbon of dark velvet sliding over thorns. "Fire burns out fast in a cage."

Your laugh was a flame of sound. "Better to burn bright than rot in the dark. Or is that what you prefer, Lord of Shadows?"

He turned then, slow and deliberate, and gods, his gaze hit like the crack of a whip. Cold, calculating, and far too amused. The kind of look that made you want to slap him—or kiss him just to watch that smirk fall.

Your eyes set on the scar that ran from the arch of his left brow, slicing clean through his eye before it crook-turned and vanished at the edge of his sharp cheekbone. 

How Hades had gotten it was still a mystery around Olympus, and you would have risked braving the Styx to unravel it. Instead, all the talk surrounding it was that the wound had made him more monstrous. You disagreed. If anything, it made him mythic.

"You mistake this for a cage," he said, snapping you out of your awful-timed thoughts. "This is a crucible. And you—" He stepped closer, each movement measured and menacing. "You're melting."

Your breath hitched when he got close enough. You didn’t back away, though. You wouldn’t. You were tragedy incarnate, not some simpering nymph who wept at the storm. 

Instead, you allowed yourself to brave the molten silver tempest that were his eyes. Not the delicate shimmer of moonlight, but the kind of molten that sears, that promises ruin. From a distance, they might pass for black. But up close, they gleamed like mercury set aflame. "You think you can break me?"

"No," Hades inched closer, his mouth brushing your ear. "I know I can."

A fire ignited through your chest at the sound of it. Fury and heat and a wanting so sharp it felt like grief. This wasn't love. It wasn't even lust. It was something more dangerous—a recognition. A mirror with jagged edges.

You shoved him hard, palms against his chest, pushing him into the obsidian wall. “Try it then,” you hissed. “Let’s see who shatters first.”

He caught your wrist—lightning-fast—and twisted, not cruelly, but with purpose. You panted as your body followed, spun until your back was to the wall and he was a breath away, pinning you there like a dagger. One of his hands still held your wrist, the other hovered at your waist, just close enough to feel the heat of it through the thin dress you were forced to wear once you were captured.

Your voice came low, raw. “Is this how you get your answers, Lord Hades? Cornering girls with gods in their blood and fury in their throats?”

He tilted his head, studying you like a predator might a storm. “I don’t need answers,” he murmured. “I already know who you are.”

Your heart stuttered.

“You hide it well,” he continued, voice soft as sin. “But your soul sings. Even here. Especially here.”

Your lips parted, words caught in your throat as one of his hands fisted your hair, forcing your neck bare to him. He was too close. His scent—pomegranate, smoke, something old and earthen—was curling around your ribs like ivy. You hated him. You loathed him. And you wanted to taste him like you wanted to scream.

"Let me go," you whispered. Hades came to his full height then, eyeing you through long lashes. His hair, as dark as ink, was carelessly tousled, a chaos that shouldn't have worked on someone so composed—but it did. Gods, it did.

He leaned closer again, lips brushing your cheek, your jaw, stopping just short of your mouth. "Say it like you mean it."

You cursed him then, softly, fiercely, in the ancient tongue of Olympus. And then you kissed him.

Or maybe he kissed you. You didn’t know who moved first—only that when your mouths met, it was war. Teeth and tongues, challenge and surrender. Your hand twisted into his hair and you moaned. It was so much softer than it looked. His fingers dug into your waist in response, pressing you closer like he needed to feel every piece of you to believe this was real.

It wasn't tender. It was violent. Like something sacred had been cracked open. Like grief and rage and centuries of silence had exploded into a single, breathless moment.

Hades's hands explored you like they’d done it a hundred times in secret dreams. Sliding low, purposeful, greedy—until they curved around your ass, squeezing, grounding you against the unforgiving line of his body. He pressed into you like punishment, like a promise. Hard, solid, cruel in the way that made your bones sing.

You arched into him with a sound you didn’t recognize as your own—half-moan, half-challenge. Fever took your blood then. You felt reckless. Wild. Your thoughts, a blur of heat and him and the danger of wanting something this much.

His mouth, that along the way went to the soft curve of your collarbone, crashed into yours again, teeth grazing, tongue slick and hot. You kissed him back like you hated him for making you feel this, and maybe you did. But gods, you wanted more.

You lifted one leg, hooking it around his waist, needing him closer. Needing to feel how far gone he was. The almighty King of the Underworld groaned into your mouth as you did so, low and guttural, hips grinding into yours with a precision that left no room for misunderstanding.

Then you felt it—thick, hard, straining through his clothes. Your breath hitched. A gasp against his lips.

Your fingers curled into his shoulder, nails digging in deep. And even though your lower belly recoiled in pleasure, the rest of you quieted. That stopped him. For a moment, everything stilled—frozen in the gravity of what would come next. You could feel it spiraling, dangerous and inevitable.

He pulled back just far enough to look at you, eyes like spilled mercury unreadable.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice wrecked, rough around the edges.

You blinked, and then the fog in your mind cleared. Your skin refused to subside its feverish state, but you lowered your leg slowly. You didn’t know what was the biggest tragedy—having lost your mind or having it read so well by fucking Hades. 

And then it was over.

You pulled back first, chest heaving. Your lips were red, swollen, and trembling—not from fear. From rage. From longing. From knowing this was a mistake and craving more anyway.

“This changes nothing,” you snapped.

Hades, maddeningly calm, ran his thumb along his bottom lip. “No, Melpomene,” he said. “It changes everything.”

He stepped back, letting you go like you’d burned him. Or maybe like he’d burned himself. The space he left behind felt colder than the dark.

The Lord of Shadows stepped out of the room with such a roaring bang to the iron gate enclosing you inside that it sent your back sliding down the obsidian wall behind you. 

Hearing your name escape his lips with such certainty was an arrow straight to the throat, one you had never seen coming.

Hades was one of the most powerful gods, if not the most. He knew for certain you were a Muse. He was never one to be fooled with glamours; you knew that. But which one… How could he have known it was you?

You didn’t move. Couldn’t. Your heart beat like a war drum, and in your ears, you heard a whisper—not your voice, not his, but something older, deeper.

He is shadow and silence. You are fire and fury. Together, you are ruin.

And ruin, you thought, had never tasted so sweet.

Tossing your keys into the bowl by the door of your apartment you let out a tired sigh. Stripping yourself of your jacket and scarf you shoot your boyfriend –Apollo– a text before getting ready for a shower.

Y/n: “Back home, today couldn’t have ended fast enough. Call me when you can. ❤️”

Leaving your phone by the bathroom sink you warm up your shower trying to not stay glued to your phone waiting for Apollo to respond –which has been really hard not to do any free chance you’ve gotten these past two weeks.

Apollo had to leave for a few photo shoot and a show. In the past you’ve gone with him and were able to not only watch him do his work but to travel and explore new places together —though your schedule didn't allow that to happen this time. Although these trips being longer than a week weren’t often, the time apart was never easier because of it. Even when you have to be apart for more than a day the two of you are always sure to have a nightly phone call, along with texts throughout the day.

As you were rinsing your body you heard your phone ding —it was Apollo’s text tone. Finishing up you quickly dry off to see what he had sent.

Apollo: “I’m sorry, my love. I’ll call you later. I have a meeting with my manager. What are you up to?”

Y/n: “No worries. I just took a shower and probably will order out tonight.”

Walking into your shared bedroom you hadn’t even thrown your dirty clothes in the hamper before you got another notification.

Apollo: “Oh, mind showing me? 😏”

Biting your lip you shake your head at his audaciousness.

Y/n: “Don’t you have a meeting?”

Apollo: “Yes but perhaps you can send me a little something as inspiration to end it sooner?”

You’ve always found it hard to deny Apollo, especially in person, but he does make an enticing proposal. Forgetting your task for clothing you go back to the bathroom and wipe the steam off the mirror. With your towel still wrapped around your waist, your hair wet and racked back, you snap a picture with your chest and loosely tied towel in view. Looking it over once more you press send.

Y/n: [Photo Attached]

Apollo: “What a tease you are.”

Y/n: “I guess you’ll have to get done with your meeting if you want more.”

Apollo: “I guess I will. I hope you don’t have anymore plans for the night because when I’m done with you, you’re gonna be too exhausted to move 😉”

Y/n: “Can’t wait.”

Just the thought of it was enough to make your cock twitch with excitement but you hold it back for now. Instead of getting properly dressed you decided to throw on your robe then put in your order for dinner.

~~~

An hour or so has passed since your last text from Apollo, with your meal finished you’re now sitting on the couch watching tv when you got a notification.

Apollo: “My meeting is over and I’m in desperate need. You think you can help me with that?”

You feel giddiness well up inside you when you read his message.

Y/n: “I’m sure I could figure something out. 😊”

Getting off the couch you make your way to your bedroom and into your bedside table, inside is a purple vibrator –Apollo’s favorite to use on you. Laying on the plush mattress of your bed on your belly, you open your camera app and begin recording.

All that can be seen on the screen is your slightly exposed chest, your lips and your tongue lewdly sucking the toy in your hand as if it was a cock. As you suck and spit on the phallic toy you are sure to zoom in and capture the spit dripping down your fingers –just how Apollo likes it.

Pressing send, you flip onto your back with your head propped against your pillows, anticipating your boyfriend’s response.Your cock is already painfully erect and you’ve barely begun.

Instead of a text you receive a phone call, your golden haired boyfriend’s face illuminated on the screen. Pressing the green button you hold the phone to your ear where you hear Apollo’s smooth voice.

“Babyboy, you look so pretty sucking your toy.”

“All for you, Lo. You like watching me suck on stuff?” You ask playfully, eliciting  a low chuckle.

“Absolutely but I think I’d like to hear you play with yourself even more.” His forward words make you whimper. “Tell me, baby, what are you wearing?”

“Just my robe, it’s open and just barely able to cover my cock.” You hear a low curse on the other end of the phone making you giggle.

“Send me a picture. I want to see how hard you are for me.”

Doing as he says you take a picture of your barely covered member, your hand wrapped loosely around the base. In a silent moment between snapping the photo and sending it you know the moment Apollo saw it due to the low growl that rings in your ear.

“By the gods, Darling. I want you so badly.”

“Yeah? What would you do if you were here?” You ask, sinking further into the mattress, biting your lip. A soft chuckle tickles your ear.

“If I was there I would strip you of that pesky robe and admire your gorgeous body by running my hands up and down every part of you.”

“Uh huh.” You sigh, running your hand up and down your chest, imagining it was his. “What else?”

“I would then have you spit in my hand and start jerking your pretty cock in my hand till you’re begging for more. Then I would lean down and lick up all the precum that leaks out of your little red tip. I’d suck you off and massage your balls in my hand and when you’re just about to cum I’d pull away –just to hear you whimper.” He sighs hungrily. “ I always do love the way you sound when you’re all worked up for me.”

Listening to Apollo’s honey rich voice depict such naughty things, you begin to slowly jerk your cock creating soft breathy moans to play through the phone.

“Is my baby getting excited from just my words?”

“Uh huh.”

“Use your words, Darling. Tell me, what are you doing?” Taking a few breaths you collect your words.

“I’m stroking myself, imagining it’s you.” Your admission blooms heat to your cheeks but it's rewarded with a warm hum of approval.

“Yeah? Give your pretty cock a little squeeze for me and rub your tip with your thumb.” Doing as he instructs you keen into the receiver. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Is your tip leaking?” You give another groaned ‘yes’. “Gather it on your fingers and lick them clean.”

Giving your shaft a few more tugs you milk the few drops of precum that’s beginning to drip down your length onto your fingers and begin sucking them clean, humming into the speaker.

“Does that taste good?”

“Yes, Sir.” You say.

“Good boy.”

“Where are you?” You breathlessly ask, your hand continuing to slowly stroke your member. A low rumble from Apollo’s chest meets your ears with his response.

“Well, my little dove, if you must know I’m in the back of my chauffeur’s car with only the dividing wall between us as I palm myself to your sweet sounds.”

An low uncontrolled groan is pulled from your lips at the thought of him pleasuring himself so close to someone else blissfully unaware of the erotic act taking place behind them. Your public figure boyfriend doing the unthinkable with a high likelihood of getting caught all because of his desperation for you.

You pull this from him.

Lust.

Hunger.

Depravity.

The very idea makes your hand move quicker on its own.

“Does that excite you, Baby?” Apollo asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” You breathe, needing more you mewl. “Talk to me, please, Sir. I need to hear you.” The other end of the line rings with a dark chuckle.

“So needy. So impatient.” He tsks mockingly. “What more could you need, babyboy? You have me. I’m listening to you jerk your pretty cock. What else is there?

“Perhaps you need me to tell you what a dirty boy you are for making me pull my cock out in the backseat of my driver’s car? How I wish you were here to clean up the precum already leaking from my tip with your tongue. Would you like that? To taste me? Have me fill your mouth till I spill down your throat?”

You can hear a slight hitch in Apollo’s voice, a clear indicator that he is stroking himself as well. The shuffling of clothing and the soft shift of leather beneath him as he gets himself comfortable for your play. The next few minutes the two of you merely exchange fevered breath and cursed moans as you feel yourselves to the idea of each other.

“Baby, you have your toy with you?” You give a hum of approval. “Good. Turn it on for me, put it up to the mic so I can hear it vibrate against my ear.” Doing as instructed, you release yourself to find the vibrator you’d discarded on the sheets. Turning it on you hold it in front of the receiver and touch it with a soft moan.

“Give it a filthy suck for me.” Again you quickly obey, earning you praise. “Good boy. Make it nice and wet, pretend it's my cock you’re prepping for your little asshole.”

Slurping on the vibrating toy between your lips makes your cock twitch with excitement, more sheer white liquid spilling out.

“Run it up and down your shaft and around your tip, Baby. No cumming! Just edge yourself.” A shudder runs down your spine at the sound of Apollo spitting into his hand to wet himself.

Doing as he says you slide the tip of the toy along your length and around the flare of your engorged tip, coating the silicon in your drippings.

“That feel good?”

“Yes, Sir.” You squeak out, your eyes screwed shut —the image of Apollo’s godly naked form painted behind your eyelids.

“Rub it against your balls.”

The vibrations that go through your tightening sack makes your toes curl and another choked moan releases into the silent room air.

“Speak to me, Baby. How are you feeling? What does my naughty little boy need?” You are almost so lost in the shock waves the vibrations are shooting through you to comprehend the words your boyfriend said into your ear. Swallowing a moan and wetting your lips you find the words.

“I feel needy for more. I need you to- to stretch me out. I feel so empty, Sir. Please.” You sound pathetic but you don’t care and neither does the man on the other end.

Your confession is met with mock sympathy.

“Poor, Baby. Needs his boyfriend to fill him up. Play with his little hole, make it loose and well used, huh? Need me to spit on it, make it sloppy. Stuff in my fingers to prepare you for my fat hard cock?”

“Yes. Yes!” You gasp, teasing your contracting hole with the pulsing vibrations of the toy in your shaking hand.

“Fuck. You sound so cute.” He says almost to himself. “Baby, reach into your bedside drawer and get your lube.”

You instantly toss the vibrator to the side. Hitting the speaker button you place your phone on the pillows beside you to grab the tube of clear gel in your bed sit table.

“Put it on your fingers and rub it everywhere. Coat your pretty cock, your tight balls and on and around that needy little hole of your’s. I want to be able to hear your hand moving against yourself any way I tell you to.”

Squirting a generous glob of lubricant onto your fingertips, snapping the lid shut and tossing it next to your toy, you begin rubbing the cold gel against the hot skin of your erection and most intimate areas. The vulgar sound of your wet palm working yourself fills the air alongside your breathy moans and sighs.

One hand is squeezing your shaft with every stroke, as the other kneads the slick into your sensitive balls —with your fingers moving further south to tease your clenching asshole.

“You sound so beautiful, Darling. Sounding so slick and desperate for me. Tell me what you’re doing. Paint me an image to jerk off to.” His lust coated voice purrs into your ear.

You tell him of your sprawled out naked form, your robe lost on the floor –forgotten– and your working hands on your groin.

“I’m stroking my cock and massaging my balls with lube like you told me to and made my needy hole sloppy how you like it.”

“You teasing your little asshole with your fingers?” He intersects.

“Yes, Sir.” He tsks in disapproval. “I’m sorry, Sir. I -ah- I couldn’t help it.” You whine with a high keen from the duel stimulation of your hands on your genitals.

“I know, my naughty boy. Always so excited for me with little patience.” You whimper apologetically that Apollo knows is hollow from your pleasure-filled moans.

I should punish you for your disobedience.” He lets his words hang between you, interrupted by a lusty moan of his own. “But… I’ll let it slide this one time for me having to leave you in this sorry state.” You eagerly whimper in agreement.

“Yes, please. I tried waiting for you but I miss you so much, Sir.”

“I know, Sweet boy and you’ve done so good for me. When I get home I’m gonna worship you as you deserve for being so good.” His promising and praising words melt over you, sending a shudder down your quivering form.

“As you stroke yourself can you insert one of your fingers into your tight hole for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” You instinctively reply

Releasing your testicals you readjust yourself against the pillows to better reach between your spread legs. Gathering the slick dripping around your hole you prod it with your middle finger teasingly a few times before finally sinking it knuckle deep. A high pitch sigh escapes your lips.

“Good boy. Start slowly pumping your finger till you can press another one in.”

Guiding you through your ministrations of your own genitals with body melting praise and bone chilling filth spewing into your ear till you’re able to comfortably curl three digits within your tight cavity.

“That’s my boy. Play with your ass harder, I want to hear the squelching of your fingers stretching you.” A choked-gasping moan tears through your throat as your movements become more aggressive. Hungry. Needy. Your other hand gripped around the tip of your shaft, thumb pressed and rubbing against your profusely leaking head.

“Sir- please. I- fuck!” You cry.

Balls tightening, cock twitching and eyes screwed shut with muscles cramping with built up tension. You can feel your end nearing and it feels so good. You want nothing more than to erupt in this moment with your fist wrapped around your raging erection and knuckles deep in your own quivering asshole but that relief was pulled out from under you by Apollo’s commanding voice rumbling in your ear.

“Stop!”

You groan and whimper in frustration at your obedient body pulling away at his single worded command –body shivering, toes curled and chest heaving.

“Good boy.” His rich voice smooths over your pleasure deprived body. “You were so close, weren’t you, Baby?” A sniffled ‘uhuh’ was your response as a frustrated tear streaks down your heated cheek.

“I know, Darling. I’m sorry but I couldn’t let our fun end just yet.” He says sweetly through the speaker. “We haven’t even gotten to properly use your toy, have we?” He asks, a clear smirk in his voice.

“No, Sir.” You manage to say, through heavy breath.

“No.” He parrots. “And what a shame it’d be to not.” He chuckles.

“Pick up your toy and put more lube on it, I want my vibrator to slide smoothly into your pretty asshole. Make it nice and easy to fuck yourself with it.” You give a whimpered ‘yes, sir’ as you dutifully spread more gel along the length of the purple toy and more on your waiting hole.

“Vibrate it against your hole. And no touching your cock.” The second half comes out as a thinly veiled threatening command. If you had half a mind left you might tempt that and purposefully disobey Apollo’s words but your well trained body was running on autopilot. Doing everything to please your boyfriend. To do just as he says for the rich reward of his praising words.

Rimming your hole with the toy, it takes everything not to finally shove it fully into your gummy walls. But you’re good. You wait despite your pleading body.

After a small eternity of sending vibrating pulses through your hole that is clenching the prodding silicone tip, eager to suck it in.

“Please- I need it, Sir. Please.” You plead wantonly, as your other hand rubs against your exposed chest, pinching and teasing your hard nipples for much needed stimulation.

“You haven’t touched your cock? Or pressed into your needy hole without my permission?”

“No, Sir. I was good. I promise.” You cry, hoping your words ring earnestly in his ears, granting you what you need most.

A torturous moment of his deafening silent tongue, nothing but his low growls and a grumbled ‘shit’ to be heard in the speaker.

“Go ahead, Baby. Stuff your slutty hole with your toy. Pretend it’s my cock. Imagine it’s me fucking into you. Pressing your body into the mattress with my hips.” You can hear the staggering in Apollo’s voice, his hand moving audibly faster with the added wetness of his spit.

Inserting the toy that doesn’t fill you nearly as much as you need. With your eyes squeezed shut you try to imagine it’s Apollo’s cock but it's not and that knowledge only makes your desperate misery deeper. Your free hand still resists touching your painfully hard cock, opting to continue toying with your nipples. Touching the expanse of your heated flesh with your palm.

“Please, Sir. Let me touch my -ah- my cock. Please. Please.” You are so hot, it feels as if a fire has been set under your skin, you’re past the point of caring about begging. You’d gladly grovel and lick the ground under Apollo’s feet for the chance to get the relief you’re so desperately seeking.

Thank the gods he takes pity on you, his voice just as debauched as yours.

“Yes, Baby boy. Stroke your cock. Squeeze it hard. I want to hear your cries of pleasure in my ear as I cum. I’m so close, Darling.” He growls, his voice low and restrained.

“My cock is so fucking hard for you, Baby. I should be the one inside your fucked out hole, not that toy. I should be the one making you cry, seeing your cute face —all fucked out and euphoric. Fuck!

Can you hear how hopelessly I’m stroking my cock, trying to make myself cum?”

You can’t. You are barely registering the words Apollo is saying through the rushing wave of pleasure crashing over you. You moan an affirmative sound anyway with your helpless ‘please’ and whimpered ‘yes’.

The two of you are no longer sharing coherent thoughts, you’re merely urging the other to their ends with praise and gratified sounds.

“So good for me. Fuck. I need you. Crave you. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

“Yes, Apollo. I’m- I-.” You are unable to finish your declaration before your high overtakes your body.

The never ending pulsing of the vibrator invading your quivering walls, hitting that secret button deep within,  doesn’t falter along with your persistent fist. In a moment of blinding heat, the imaginary cord within you snaps and splits you into a million deliciously destroyed pieces.

Streams of hot white spunk shoot from your flared tip, painting your panting chest. The hand holding the toy slows, as well as your moving fist milking the last drops of your pent up seed till your fatigued riddled body slumps —the toy still lodged inside you and hand grasping your exhausted shaft.

All that’s left with your tired-shaky breath is the soundtrack of Apollo’s impending end. His breath horse and haggard as his hellbent hand furiously jerks his cock till his finally silently roars an open mouthed groan of release.

The next few moments are filled with your collective gasping breaths, the low hum of the vibrator overstimulating your used hole and soon a warm and coughed out chuckle from Apollo. You can faintly hear rustling coming from his end as he —presumably— begins cleaning himself up.

Then a finalizing sigh comes through.

“Are you still with me, Darling?” He asks, humor lacing his voice making you tiredly chuckle in return.

“Barely.” You joke. “That was-.”

“Wonderful.”  Apollo finishes. It was –considering what you had available in your current separation.

With gentle guidance you turn off and slowly remove the vibrator from your pulsing insides and manage to turn your slack body onto your side, bringing the phone closer to your face.

“I miss you so much, Baby.” You confess, a bittersweet edge ringing true in the end.

“I know.” He really does.  

Basking in the afterglow of your intense high, you listen to Apollo’s melodic voice praising you and saying more promises that makes your cock tempted to twitch back to life sooner than expected.

“Be prepared, my darling boy, once I get back you’re not leaving that bed till I’m satisfied.”

“Sounds like the kind of torture I can get behind.”

“You should be very careful what you wish for, you might end up biting off more than you can chew at once.” A giddy feeling wells up in your chest but is interrupted by the sound of a knock coming from the front door.

You let out a disappointed groan, you didn’t want to end your flirtations yet.

“What’s wrong?”

“There is someone at the door but maybe if I just stay here they’ll go away.” You say playfully but are met with a disapproving Apollo.

“No, no. Be a good boy and answer the door.”

“Fine.” You sigh, willing your body to sit up sighing from a delicious soreness radiating from beneath you.

And as if on cue, just as you were about to pick up your discarded rope Apollo interrupts you.

“Naked.” The single word makes you stop in your tracks.

“What?”

“You heard me. Be a good boy and answer the door –naked.” You try to retaliate but his tone leaves little for argument. “You are my obedient boy, aren’t you?” He asks, teasingly, knowing it’ll spark your submissive need to please. Gathering your dazed courage you sigh out a coy ‘okay’.

Walking out of your bedroom on shaky legs you patter over to the door with a thrilling mix of shame and excitement turning in your belly. Peeking through the peephole you don’t see anything —it’s covered, leaving only darkness in your sight.

“I can’t see who it is.” You whisper into the receiver making Apollo chuckle.

“That’s ok, just open it.” Swallowing your resignation and in a push of sudden courage you unlatch the lock and open the door.

On the other side is a smug, and slightly disheveled, looking Apollo hanging up the phone, shoving it into his pocket.

“I told you it’d be okay.” He says smugly, stepping into the doorway to capture your nude form in his arms. The door quickly shuts behind him as you leap into his arms, his hands eagerly cup under your ass. Your lips are locked with tongues in a desperate battle for dominance as he slips off his shoes and walks the two of you back to your shared bedroom.

The wind is knocked from your lung when he throws your back to the mattress before him. Propped on your elbows you watch entranced and bewildered as your boyfriend undoes his tie and begins stripping himself of his pointless expensive clothing.

“I hope you’re prepared, my darling.” He says, crawling over your body that is moving further up the mattress, in nothing but his underwear with a very prominent tent already forming.

“I wasn’t lying when I said we’d be in here till I’m done with you.

And I intend to uphold that promise.”

I’m still not very well versed in writing Male x Male stuff, i hope this wasn’t too bad 

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