you mentioned a funny Perinor project in my ask you answered 👀
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" ?? 😈
oh, I don’t know. Maybe it is? It could be? Possibly?
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(buckle up, this might will be multiple parts)
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.
Perimedes grunted, moving to bite his neck so his mouth was free to say what he wanted, albeit in a hoarse, breathless voice.
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?”
