whomst: @sleepingduke where: 🎶 the love (boat~) hotel notes: as discussed :p
A sigh escapes Will's lips as he snuggled closer against the son of sleep. His arm wrapped around Duke's waist and his forehead rested against his chest. Breathing softly and thanks to the son of Hypnos, drifted deeper and deeper into the thrall of slumber. The spoils of their late night festivities within the love motel splashed across Duke's chest and leaking from the son of Hephaestus's hole. Will may or may not have found himself hanging around the handsome man for his particular talent for keeping away his insomnia. And while that would be the only reason Will would admit to, satisfying soreness between his thighs was something he couldn't deny he enjoyed either.
He sunk deeper into the abyss of the unconscious, the familiar tendril of dream dancing across the son of Hephaestus' psyche. He found himself imagining himself back in his room in the Hephaestus cabin, as identical as it could be, down to the wall which displayed several models of William's prosthetic leg. He turned to find Duke in the middle of the room, parts of where he stood effecting the furniture and adding heart motifs Will recognized as décor from the love motel they were in.
Sitting up from his dream's bed, Will's lips spread in a smirk as he welcomed Duke to his dream, "Sorry about the change in scenery. I'm afraid to admit my dreams and get pretty mundane."









