#perinor

Elpenor, a son of Dionysus: …

Perimedes, half-nymph who’s struggling so bad with depression he can barely even wash his own face in the morning: …?

Elpenor: I want you so bad it’s not even funny.

Perimedes: What.

Elpenor, already taking off his clothes: Get nude, please.

Perimedes: Oh-Ohhhh noooo, the power of a Demi god- aaaaahhh…oh no the son of a god of ecstasy is forcing me to take off my cloooothes

Elpenor: I’m-I’m not even doing anything.

.......

“Hey…”

Perimedes glanced up, raising one stiff, tired eyebrow at Elpenor’s approach.

“…what?”

Elpenor seemed cautious, as evidenced by the slow pace and the way his eyes flickered over Perimedes’ tense form.

“Spit it out.”

Elpenor faltered. “I…I wanted to say sorry. For last night. I shouldn’t have snapped at you just for not being in the mood for anything.”

“…” Perimedes looked away again, back over the waves. Part of him wanted to tell him to piss off, let them stew in separate misery.

But Elpenor wandered over and reached out, his fingers just brushing Perimedes shoulder. He added, quieter, “…and I heard you had a bad dream, last night.” “Yeah?” Perimedes’ head lifted, but his voice didn’t come out snappish as intended. More just…tired. “Dimitris ratted it out?”

“What? No. I just…happened to overhear.” Elpenor eased closer, waiting for Perimedes to protest. When he didn’t, Elpenor took that as invitation to drape himself over Perimedes’ back. “Are you tired?”

Perimedes stared out at the sea. The glowing sunrise.

“Yeah.”

Elpenor nudged his nose gently against his spine. “Bed?”

🥺

👉👈

my friend, why is your head so small...

Yes, anyway. Hmmmm. Let's see...

Glut-glb-glg-blupglpbl...

"Cheers," Stelios smirked as he tapped his drink to Elpenor's.

"Cheers," Elpenor returned, and tipped back a gulp of the watered-down wine. His head bumped against the wooden walls of the small kitchen, the smell of dried figs and a precious few spices lingering in the air. "Haaaaahh..."

Stelios enjoyed his own late-night indulgence for a minute before eyeing Elpenor. "Now, is your boyfriend gonna beat me up if he finds you drunk off your feet again?"

"Nah, he won't." Elpenor relaxed against the wall. "He's never more than a little irritated with me. He's a lot more patient then most people seem to think."

"Yeah, wonder why," Stelios snorted. "He ever get drunk with you?"

"Only on special occasions. Like the end of the war." Elpenor smiled at the hazy memory-Perimedes' flushed cheeks, that bright glow in his eyes. The thorough reprimand Eurylochus had given them the next morning for whatever drunken antics had occurred that he couldn't remember, endured through a pounding headache.

"Not usually, hmm. What's he like drunk?"

Stelios probably only wanted to know so he could make fun of him later, but Elpenor reached back in his memory anyway. It was a little hard to tell, with the fuzzy memories, he almost always got drunk much faster than Perimedes. It was hard to tell what was real, what was fake, what was just some... hypnotizing, attractive fantasy...

"Hmmph." Perimedes, wobbling from the effect of the multiple cups of wine, staggered over to where Elpenor was sitting. "Elle. Elle. Ellllleeee."

"What?" Elpenor murmured, clumsily patting the wood of the ship's stairs beside him.

Perimedes only grumbled as he sat down, and leaned in very, very close. "You're so..."

"So what?"

"So." Perimedes tilted over the rest of the way, eliciting a surprised grunt from Elpenor as the heavier man landed in his lap. "Soft."

"Hmm.." unsurprisingly not so sober himself, Elpenor placed a hand on top of his head and started playing with some of the worn dreadlocks there. "Soft..."

"Soft." Perimedes seemed to appreciate the gesture, leaning into his hand like a cat. One of those strays Elpenor used to feed when he was a child. He wondered if Perimedes liked cats. Warm and soft little beasts. He might. He liked Elpenor well enough, didn't he?

"More," the older man grumbled, nudging Elpenor’s hand.

"Hmphff…..sorry." Elpenor resumed patting.

Perimedes was acting so complacent, so strangle docile...Elpenor wondered if he'd ever get to see this again. Dizzyingly alluring... Elpenor almost wished he could make it last forever, with just a snap of his fingers.

"Hey. Hey." Snap, snap. "Where the hell'd you go, lover boy? Don't tell me you're out of it already after one drink?"

I think I may have pleased the mpreg gods a bit too much

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I'm very much intrigued and just overall curious to see it /gen /lh

also read the tags where you hinted at a screenshot of the title is it perhaps hm idk the "Operation get Elpenor pregnante" ?? 😈

- Perinor anon 🌈✨

oh, I don’t know. Maybe it is? It could be? Possibly? …

(buckle up, this might will be multiple parts)

“Hnngh…”

Elpenor’s hand tightened in his lover’s hair, breathing heavily past Perimedes’ lips before they were captured for another kiss. 

The wood pressed against his back. The slow rocking of the ship provided the perfect motion. The entrance to the was storage area was firmly blocked off, since Perimedes had wedged a crate in beside it to keep from anyone walking in on them like last time. They were alone, they were hot and hungry for each other, it was perfect. 

Elpenor couldn’t help the quiet groan that slipped from his lips as Perimedes put more pressure into pressing him up against the wall, nearly pushing him up. This dizzying rush never seemed to fade, the subtle note of cardamom and salt overwhelming his senses, shutting him down until only the most needy, primal, desperate thoughts and ideas remained. 

“Peri…”

Perimedes grunted, moving to bite his neck so his mouth was free to say what he wanted, albeit in a hoarse, breathless voice. 

“I- I want your babies.” 

Perimedes stopped completely, and Elpenor huffed out a laugh. It wasn’t a serious suggestion, anyway. He didn’t know how that would work. But it was funny to think about, a little toddler or two bumbling about the wooden floors of the ship, and then maybe his home in Ithaca…perhaps with dark skin and especially curly hair, perhaps with his hazel eyes or Perimedes’ deep brown…the mental image of Perimedes bouncing a young child on his hip was maybe overreaching the funny boundary into something horribly, adorably domestic. Holy shit, he was blushing- had he been doing that earlier? Probably, but his face felt very warm now that Perimedes was pulling back to look at him curiously, still holding his hips in place. His intense stare, the dilated pupils locked on him, made him chuckle nervously. 

“I- never mind, that was-“

“Okay.” Perhaps somehow sensing his accidental genuineness, Perimedes cut him off and leaned closer. “…how do we do that?”

Elpenor would have said his heart stopped, but he could hear it pounding against his ribs- it was probably his brain that had chosen to quit instead. “Uhhh…I- I don’t know. Is that possible? Isn’t that more of a woman’s duty?”

Perimedes grunted. “…Zeus gave birth to some of the other gods, didn’t he? It should be possible. We can figure it out.” And with that, Elpenor’s lips were captured again- a pleasurable way to suffocate, for sure, though he was now distracted by his own dumb idea that was growing increasingly desirable. 

“…hey. Uh...Miron. Aeson.”

The older men looked up at Perimedes from where they sat in the otherwise-empty crew’s quarters, Miron on a bench and Aeson on the floor, sharpening weapons together as they talked. 

“What is it, Perimedes?” Miron asked, lowering his spear, while Aeson just raised an eyebrow at him. 

“I…seek advice.” Perimedes tried not to shuffle his feet or sound nervous, giving nothing away. “How do you increase fertility?”

Miron’s eyebrows practically shot off his forehead, while Aeson’s face froze. The former spoke first, slow and careful. “Well…my wife and I never had children. In our ten years together yet, she has not conceived- so she is, as you might say, barren. But I still hold hope for after my return, even though we are both well past the usual age of fertility.” Miron leaned back on the bench.

Aeson seemed suspicious, but he spoke up. “I believe that people typically pray to the gods related to childbirth for blessings- Aphrodite and Eros, Eileithyia, Hera, Artemis, and Zeus, to name a few.” 

“There’s phallic imagery,” Miron added. “Wards off evil. And diet and herbal remedies, of course. Now, why do you ask, Perimedes?”

“Just wondering.” The dreadlocked man turned and shuffled off. 

Aeson and Miron stared after him for a moment, then turned back to each other. Aeson murmured to his companion. 

“…I thought he was erastes?”

“I did, too…”