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[soporificgod]

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[revelous]

dionysus expects hypnos to be asleep by the time he returns to their shared room, to the getaway they've been able to find. it's nestled just between their worlds, between the world of the waking and the dead. hypnos is young, but dionysus brings the experience to the table. it's a refreshing perspective, to have someone so in need of a good fucking, but they haven't exactly gotten around to the fucking part.

dionysus is fine to wait. it'll come in due time.

maybe that due time is now, though, a thought that he muses as he closes the door behind him. the young god is asleep, and dionysus sheds what little clothing he's wearing so he can join him between the sheets. the god of wine places his cup on the bedside table, and does his best to move quietly, though he doubts he'll wake hypnos. dionysus slots in easily behind the god, a thick, strong arm looping around his middle and pulling him closer to his hips. curious lips find purchase on his neck, sucking softly.

[soporificgod]

There had been a thought to stay up. A brief, fleeting thought. And then it passed and Hypnos fell back into dreams, curled up in a nest of blankets. The young god doesn't move as weight shifts the mattress, as a warm body tucks up against him. He makes a soft sound as Dionysus's arm slides around him, pulling his smaller body close.

A soft breath catches as warm lips tease over his neck with gentle, sucking kisses. His hips shift with a soft sigh.

[revelous]

dionysus groans deeply as he feels the warmth of hypnos's body against his, smaller and softer and pliant in all of the right ways. he shifts his body weight against him, his hums and growls rumbling in his chest while those curious hands move between soft thighs to brush against his balls, against his hole. he isn't entirely sure if hypnos is awake or snoozing, but either way, he wants to take what he's claimed for himself.

[soporificgod]

Soft lips part as a roving hand pushes between his thighs, touching him in ways Dionysus hasn't quite before. Hypnos adores those hands, how big they feel, how warm. He stirs more, squirming against the other man as his pulse quickens. Arousal trickles through him, making his cock stir.

"Hmmm...?"

Just a soft hum, almost a whimper, as a slender hand reaches back, brushing through Dionysus's dark hair. A sleepy smile curves his mouth, but he doesn't open his eyes. Not yet. If this is a good dream, Hypnos doesn't want it to end yet.

[revelous]

ah-- he's responding to those touches. he had a feeling that he might. dionysus doesn't want to wake hypnos just yet, so he switches up his methods, moving his hands to the other's back, instead. he gives him gentle, reassuring scratches in hopes of lulling him back into a deeper sleep. those kisses on his neck change pace, going from intentional marking to affectionate.

"back to sleep, sweetheart," he murmurs, helping hypnos move so he can lay on his stomach entirely. he'll work himself up to where he wants to be again, but all in due time. "i'm right here."

[soporificgod]

Such soothing affection. His fingers loosen in the other man's hair, then slowly slip free as his hand drops. Hypnos moves lazily, rolling onto his stomach as he's coaxed there. His robe slips off one arm, revealing pale, bare skin as he sinks into the pillows.

Dionysus's voice is familiar and comforting, and it doesn't take much to lull Hypnos back into his dreams.

[revelous]

dionysus purrs as hypnos relaxes, soft and affectionate while his lover falls back into the domain he oversees. that tease of a bare shoulder is all the enticement he needs, and he leans over his small form to kiss at his neck and that newly exposed swath of skin. he takes gentle care not to go too overboard, not to overwhelm with too much at once, lest he pull him from sleep again.

but those thighs part so beautifully, and who is he not to appreciate them?

the soft skin of his ass draws the god of wine in a second time, exploratory and curious hands caressing him, moving down to his thighs and back up again. maybe this will be all the encouragement he needs to finally claim the young god, with him drowsy under the spell of sleep.

[revelous]

i hope you aren’t too sore after that wonderful getaway.

[soporificgod]

well
maybe just a little
i didn't expect you to take me seriously when i said try harder...

[revelous]

[ he knows he’s being lighthearted, but... ]

are you not used to people listening to you, hypnos?

[soporificgod]

hello
have you seen my job

[revelous]

not firsthand
but i can imagine.
i’ll listen to you.

[soporificgod]

oh
i think you've listened a lot already
i think you LIKE listening to me

[revelous]

does your brother know about you and i?

[soporificgod]

uhm
i don't know?
probably not.
i'm pretty much a family disappointment so.
i don't think he really cares what i'm doing unless it's my job.

[revelous]

ah

[ he's sensing a pattern. ]

i don't think you're a disappointment. your mother doesn't strike me as the kind to be disappointed in her children.

[soporificgod]

well maybe not

[but he's not exactly a golden child, and... that's okay. it's fine!]

anyway
i don't think he's very interested in
me
so
probably not

[revelous]

well, hypnos
i'm free for the evening, my festivities ended early
i would very much enjoy your company

[soporificgod]

should i uh
come to you...?

cw for dubcon and drunk sex~

[revelous]

under an influence this good, the way the soft, plush bedsheets feel under dionysus' touch seems better than ever before. they're warm, contributing to the soft pink blush on his cheeks, but he's distantly aware that the warmth comes from the thin body underneath him. he's aware that hypnos is nude, and he's aware that he himself is the reason for that.

the god of wine and revelry follows that warmth, chasing it with his hands until he finds purchase, soft skin under broad palms that he concludes must be his hips. he's so small underneath him, much shorter, much thinner. he's cute, in a way, cute in the kind of way that makes dionysus want to own him, to claim him. aphrodite have mercy on him, he muses, as his thick cock begins to grind against the sleeping god below. somewhere in the fog, in the haze of wine and ambrosia, still golden on his lips, he wonders if he should wake him first, if he should pause. but then he ruts against hypnos's ass at just the right angle, and pleasure shoots up his spine, down to his stomach, and dionysus groans. the low rumble from his chest spurs him on, and he flattens himself against the smaller man, lips attaching to his neck.

[soporificgod]

Hypnos meant to go. He knows there's a party, he knows he could go. He'd just wanted to take a nap first and then... well. Sleep happened. It always does. Sleep is lovely, though, and Hypnos succumbs without a struggle, deep and relaxed by the time a certain lush of a god comes around.

Feeling Dionysus in bed with him isn't new anymore, he doesn't stir as the cushions beneath him shift. He stretches a little as big, warm hands slide over his hips. It's the firm, heavy presence of the man's cock that gets a little noise. Just a soft, sleepy whimper as he begins to move. Hypnos shifts a little, only to feel weight settle over him and a warm mouth against his neck. Warmth spreads through him and his hands grip at blankets beneath him. A blush rises in his cheeks and he yawns.

[revelous]

sleepy as ever. tugging at the edges of dionysus's consciousness is the knowledge that he isn't sober, that he should at least ask hypnos if he's alright, but the pleasure wins out for a second time. he reaches between them, just enough to pull his cock free of his robe, and he butts it against hypnos's ass, sloppy, uncommitted to the act. somewhere under it all, he wants to push inside of him, but he's so beautiful like this... he can't decide between marking up his neck or spreading him open wide.

when he sits back up on hypnos's thighs, though, the choice is made for him, all by gripping his cheeks and pulling them aside. his hole is just as cute as ever, as inviting as it's always been. they're no stranger to this, but he's never quite invaded hypnos's space like this, without asking. without making sure. without even announcing that he would be present in hypnos' own bedroom.

the sight of that hole distracts him for a second time, drunk as he is, and dionysus finds the resolve inside him to grip his cock by its base, to conjure a touch of oil on his fingertips, and use that as the only lubricant hypnos will receive. he starts slow, pushing his tip into the god first, and that's enough to pull another low groan from his chest. has he been this tight every time?

[soporificgod]

Another soft sound escapes him, almost a whine, as the hot, slick head of the larger man's cock presses against him. Soft lips part and Hypnos gasps in a ragged breath as he's opened up.

"Oooh--"

It's hard to tell if he's awake or just... noisy. It could be either, really. Hypnos whimpers and tries to move his hips, tries to pull away a little. It isn't the first time Dionysus has toyed with him while he slept, but this--this is a little more than toying. His back arches and he grips the blanket tighter. The penetration makes him feel a little dizzy, or maybe it's that hazy place on the edge of sleep before waking that's doing it.

Soft lips part in quiet distress... or pleasure? Difficult to say. Pale lashes flutter as his eyes open, dazed.

[revelous]

dionysus vaguely clocks that hypnos is stirring, but it falls to the wayside in favor of the deep seated pleasure that blurs his thoughts and his vision further still. his mind is already hazy from the alcohol, and throwing in a tight hole for him to fuck only proves to make things even harder to parse through. it's nearly animalistic, operating entirely on instinct as he fucks hypnos slowly to start.

once dionysus seats fully in him, full enough that he muses for a moment how he manages it, he pulls back out and starts to move faster, faster. his cock is slick and wet with his own pre and the oil he's conjured, making for a smooth ride into the sleepy god underneath. hypnos, of course, has a beautiful and soft bed, making each bounce of dionysus' hips perfectly soft, yet firm at the same time. his frame eclipses the smaller, nearly twice his size, and that realization has dionysus leaning down to start pulling more marks from hypnos' skin.

"fucking tight, man," he finally says, deep and gravelly.

[soporificgod]

The young god is panting by the time Dionysus pushes up against him, full and pinned in place. He can't help the little sounds escaping him as the other man starts to fuck him, slow at first and then faster, forcing his body to yield.

"Dio--" he whimpers, gasping as Dionysus's hips snap against his. Hypnos pushes his face against his pillow, moaning louder as the drunk god starts to leave bruising kisses on his pale skin. Even if he's surprised, even with the strain of being stretched like this, Hypnos can feel his cock get hard.

He turns his head to breathe and his eyes drift closed again as he gets that heady feeling that always comes when Dionysus fucks him: like being drunk, swimming in pleasure even if it hurts.

"B-because you--you--" He can't get the words out. He is tight and he feels utterly covered by Dionysus, the scent of him all around. He nearly drifts off again, body relaxing more as Dionysus drives deep.