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The House of Hades is in dire need of doors. Of this, Hypnos is adamant.
That being said, he won't be the one to take it up with Lord Hades. Mostly because his desire for doors is incredibly selfish, but also because Lord Hades has been in an especially good mood lately. Far be it from Hypnos to agitate his boss with talks of wanting to ride his son like a prized stallion behind closed doors. Well, hypothetical doors, but the point still stands. Hypnos wants doors around the House so he's free to ravish and be ravished without someone rudely interrupting.
Not that Hypnos or Zagreus have anything to hide. Hypnos personally has no problem letting others know about their relationship. The problem, then, is that he's wholly unaware if something of this nature is actually worth sharing. Or rather, something he is allowed to sing from the rocky peaks of Asphodel to the House of Hades itself, because that's precisely what he wants to do. This is an occasion worth bragging about to anyone who will listen. However, he suspects that doing so would irritate Lord Hades to no end and prove bothersome for his family. As such, he opts to keep his mouth shut.
Word spreads courtesy of Zagreus, who develops a habit of physically greeting Hypnos each and every time he washes up in the Pool of Styx. Hypnos could have a line wrapped around the entirety of Tartarus and Zagreus would still push past the masses, take Hypnos into his arms, and kiss him senseless. Right there, smack dab in the middle of the foyer, for all incoming souls to see.
Such a casual display of affection, yet some shades have taken to complaining as he checks them in. Who is Hypnos to ask his lover — no, his boyfriend? Soulmate? They haven't settled on a label yet, but in any case, who is Hypnos to ask that Zagreus not kiss him? That is something he very much likes to do in his spare time, so he sees no need to stop. As a matter of fact, he might ask Zagreus for a bit more tongue the next time a shade has the gall to open their mouth.
If the shades have conniptions over mere kisses, Hypnos can only imagine the fits they'd throw if they were accidentally exposed to more. So yes, doors are very much a thing that the House should invest in, if only for the sake of Hypnos' sanity and sex life. Sure, he and Zagreus have snuck off for quick bouts of sex before, but nothing quite as back-breaking or mind-numbing as he knows Zagreus to be capable of. It's a shame, really, but surely there's a solution to this little problem.
The logical next step is to discuss this with Zagreus, but Hypnos finds it increasingly hard to broach the subject.
For starters, their kindling romance has done little to dissuade Zagreus from his escape attempts. Hypnos doesn't mind in the slightest, given that Zagreus always makes his way back home, but it does cut their time short. There are simply better ways to spend their small windows of opportunity, like catching up on how Zagreus has managed to die. He's developed the uncanny ability to find danger at every turn, even in the friendliest of places.
"Wait, Charon killed you? Again?"
"Whacked me with his oar a couple times," Zagreus elaborates, trying to shake excess blood from his hair. "Then gave me the beating of a lifetime. From what I gather, he doesn't appreciate being the last to know about our relationship."
"Aw, really? I never knew he had such a soft spot for me," Hypnos coos. It's a touching gesture, albeit one that was rather violent in nature. Hypnos assumes he'll get his own scolding next time he crosses paths with his brother. "I mean, it's a shame you had to go through the trouble of dying, but hey! It brought you right back to me, didn't it?"
Zagreus responds with hearty laughter, which Hypnos can feel once Zagreus cups his cheeks. Soothed by the vibrations, Hypnos allows himself to be dragged into a deep kiss, one that leaves his toes curling and a gasp stuck in his throat. Because wow, is Zagreus a good kisser. A great kisser, even. So great, Hypnos will never tire of kissing him. Not now, and certainly not when his dear Zagreus dies for the umpteenth time to all manner of creatures and beings, as he is often wont to do.
When they part, Zagreus softly murmurs, "Never change, Hypnos."
"I couldn't, even if I wanted to!" Hypnos innocently remarks, which earns him yet another kiss from Zagreus.
Honestly, how is he supposed to talk about Zagreus potentially breaking his back at moments like this? When Zagreus is sweet as can be and fawning all over Hypnos? So he resolves to broach the topic next time Zagreus rushes through the House. Easier said than done.
"It says here that you were killed by a Skull-Crusher," Hypnos reads aloud, thoughtfully tapping his quill against his chin. "Oh, wow, you got flattened like a pancake! Ouch, am I right?"
Zagreus huffs out a tired laugh. "Tell me something I don't know, love."
"Ever thought about dodging those pesky heads?" Hypnos continues, pausing to accept their usual post-mortem kiss. Short and sweet, just like Zagreus. Speaking of—
"One more incident like that and you'll wind up shorter than you already are," he cheerfully points out. "Not that I mind in the slightest, but that sounds pretty counterproductive to your overall health, don't you think?"
Hypnos is rewarded with Zagreus pinching his side, which has the former shrieking as he bats the offending hand away. They tease each other relentlessly until Lord Hades intervenes. When he audibly clears his throat, Hypnos hides his face behind his list and Zagreus makes a beeline for the nearest exit.
And so the pattern continues.
Time after time, something or someone manages to pull them apart. Either someone requires their presence, a job must be done, or the surface calls to Zagreus. That doesn't stop their constant rendezvous, mind you, but does put certain things into perspective. Like how Hypnos should definitely asks for more breaks, or how Zagreus hasn't gotten a wink of sleep in years. Centuries, even. That is definitely a problem Hypnos should solve. Preferably as soon as possible.
As the literal embodiment of sleep, Hypnos considers this his personal responsibility. Truth be told, he doesn't see how anyone can resist a good nap. Not someone from the surface, at least, or partially so. Zagreus still has chthonic blood coursing through his veins, but he is his mother's child. And in any case, isn't that why he has his own bedroom? Surely it's not just for show, but Zagreus is infamously bullheaded. He'd rather gallivant across all three circles of Hades than get some much needed rest, which simply won't do.
Granted, Hypnos doesn't want to discourage Zagreus either. He sees no need to. It's perfectly understandable for Zagreus to crave a few fleeting minutes on the surface, soak up as much of the sights as he can, then land right back where he started. However, he could get a whole lot farther if he snuck a nap in between escape attempts.
Not too long ago, Zagreus even proposed bringing Hypnos along on his next trip. Such a shame that Hypnos can't actually accept the offer, considering he'd fall asleep along the way and also has a job to do. He'd love to see Zagreus in action, though. Losing himself to the heat of battle, exuding raw confidence and exhibiting brute strength. Putting on quite the show for an audience of one, then ravishing that same audience on the battlefield. The audience being Hypnos, naturally.
Gods, he should do something about this pent-up tension.
Preferably in a bed. With Zagreus. While naked.
"You're daydreaming," Zagreus interrupts. "About me, I hope?"
Impeccable timing as always. He emerges from the Pool right as Hypnos is preparing for a short break. Fortunately, there's a rare lull in business and not a shade in sight. Hypnos distantly wonders if he has his brother to thank for that, or if Ares has finally grown tired of the recent war. Either way, he owes one of them credit for this golden opportunity.
"Nope," Hypnos happily lies, but that doesn't fool Zagreus. When he gives Hypnos a smug and knowing look, the latter folds. "Okay, maybe a little. Have you tried being less attractive, though? That would help me focus on my job a whole lot more!"
Zagreus leans in for his typical greeting, only humming in response. The kiss, however, has a bit more force to it than usual. Hypnos chalks it up to this rare sliver of privacy, where not even Hades is at his desk. He's also not going to complain when Zagreus is pressing his tongue past his lips, claiming Hypnos in ways he's only done a select few times previously.
"If it makes you feel any better," Zagreus murmurs, "I've had the same dilemma."
Hypnos feels his face grow embarrassingly hot. He barely manages to stutter out, "Y-You have?"
"Hard not to," Zagreus concedes, which does nothing to help Hypnos not make a fool of himself. His blush intensifies and he has to actively stop from melting into a puddle at Zagreus' feet. "Thinking of you is what keeps me going most days, but you're awfully distracting."
(Unbeknownst to Hypnos, this statement barely scratches the surface. Zagreus is often plagued by thoughts of Hypnos splayed beneath him. Legs hooked around his waist, body expertly taking every inch of Zagreus, and face beautifully flushed. Luckily, he's perfected the art of compartmentalizing. He exhibits a great deal of self-control every time he returns to the House, for the mere sight of a beaming Hypnos is enough to send his mind reeling.)
"Okay, wow," Hypnos nervously laughs, fanning himself with his hand. "Is it hot in here or is that just you?"
When Zagreus responds with another kiss, Hypnos almost forgets his goal entirely. But talk of their vivid imaginations does get him thinking — which is a dangerous thing, really — and Hypnos reminds himself why he's daydreaming in the first place. Because he's yet to have proper alone time with Zagreus, who apparently has an aversion to sleep. Ironic, considering he's intimately involved with Sleep Incarnate himself.
The topic of placing doors around the House will have to wait. Hypnos can excuse accidental voyeurism at his own expense, but draws the line at Zagreus going months, maybe even years, without an ounce of rest. And now that thinks about it, there could be an easy solution for both problems.
"Do you know what's even better than a daydream?" Hypnos asks, untangling himself from Zagreus. When his question is met with muddled silence, he shakes his head. "A real dream. The kind that requires sleeping."
Zagreus — dear, sweet Zagreus — has the audacity to play dumb. "I'm afraid I'm not following."
Unfortunately, Hypnos buys it hook, line, and sinker. Which isn't his fault, of course, because Zagreus is blinking down at him with those big, soft eyes. One of his hands comes to rest right on the curve of Hypnos' back, and he looks so thoroughly confused that Hypnos wants to kiss him stupid. Stupider, actually, but the point remains.
"What I'm trying to say is, when was the last time you got some sleep? Actual sleep, not just a two minute cat nap."
More silence follows. A contemplative look sweeps across Zagreus' face. The fact he actually has to think about this is concerning.
"The passage of time is a tricky thing to measure down here—"
Before Zagreus has a chance to finish, Hypnos takes his hand and says, "Lucky for you, you're dating the physical embodiment of sleep! I need to get plenty of rest before my break is over, so you're just going to have to spend it cuddling me in your bed."
Unsurprisingly, that has Zagreus perking up. "Really?"
"Really. I've been meaning for a change in scenery and your bedroom suddenly fits the bill."
"You consider my bedroom a change in scenery?"
"Sure do," Hypnos agrees, not the least bit put-off by Zagreus' disbelief. "It might lack a door and any sense of privacy, but it has you, at least!"
Zagreus shakes his head, but it's a fond gesture that puts a bright smile on Hypnos' face. "I'll never understand what goes on in that mind of yours," he teases, tugging Hypnos toward the nearby hall, "but I suppose that's half the fun."
After making their not-so-daring escape, during which Hypnos is quite literally floating on cloud nine, they reach Zagreus' bedroom. It's a wonder that Lord Hades isn't anywhere to be seen ("Don't ask," Zagreus tells Hypnos when he does, in fact, ask.) or that Mother Nyx isn't lingering around to speak with Zagreus. The stars have perfectly aligned, or so it seems, and Hypnos offers a silent thanks to the Fates. He likes to think it's a case of family looking out for family; wishful thinking on his part.
Upon entering the door-less room, Hypnos is pleasantly surprised to learn Zagreus has done some interior decorating. The usual clutter is nowhere to be seen, though Hypnos has a sinking suspicion a look in the closet would reveal where it's all gone. Illustrious scrolls line the walls and assorted weaponry is likewise situated above Zagreus' bed. There's also a brand new recliner that has clearly never seen any use. Such a shame; it looks comfortable enough for eternal slumber.
Even if Zagreus rarely spends time in his own room, the new decorations prove he hasn't completely abandoned the place. Hypnos can work with this. He can slowly but surely convince Zagreus to squeeze more bouts of sleep into his packed, self-imposed schedule. Maybe Hypnos will even gift a few pieces from his personal abode, just to provide another incentive for the Prince.
"Hey, did you get new bedding?" Hypnos asks, drifting closer to inspect. With a low whistle, he runs a hand across the chthonic comforter. The near-perfect softness is second only to the quilt draped over his shoulders. "It's a real shame we don't spend more time in here."
"You'll change that, I'm sure."
"Absolutely! Think of all the naps we'll have together. I'll even let you be the big spoon."
Zagreus flops onto his bed with a chuckle and not a care in the world, but Hypnos takes his sweet time settling down. For once, he unfurls his quilt from his shoulders and spreads it out with his arms, just so he can wrap Zagreus up in it too. It subtly expands in size and completely engulfs them in its grand softness, allowing for Hypnos to nestle closer.
"Huh," Zagreus says, contemplative. "I can see why you like this blanket of yours so much — and why you sleep so often."
"Mhm," is all Hypnos hums in response, tone playful. That's the plan, of course; to have Zagreus wrapped up in so much comfort, he'll have no choice but to let sleep overtake him too. It leaves Hypnos giddy with anticipation, even if they run the risk of being scolded for letting an hour (or three) get away from them.
Hypnos decides to use Zagreus' chest as a pillow and the latter curls around him, arms sliding around his waist and slotting Hypnos perfectly against his body. So warm and inviting, Hypnos is pretty sure he'll be the first one to fall asleep. Because Zagreus' chest rises and falls in a predictable procession, and Hypnos can feel eyes on him as he relaxes in Zagreus' embrace. A kiss to the top of his head cements the realization that while Hypnos grows drowsier by the second, Zagreus is content to watch him. A sweet sentiment, but not what Hypnos had in mind.
"Have I ever shown you around my place?" Hypnos suddenly asks, willing his voice to remain steady and his eyes open.
With a chuckle, Zagreus shakes his head. "Can't say you have, love. I don't think you've ever mentioned having your own room before."
Hypnos blinks a few times, then offers up a lazy smile. "Boy, where are my manners? We should definitely change that, since I've been talking about a change of scenery and all. Sounds fun, doesn't it?"
"You want to get away from the House by...going to another room in the House?"
"Ha! Yeah, right," Hypnos snorts. "Think farther. Less doom and gloom, more eternal paradise."
Zagreus needs only a moment to mull over those words. Once he draws his conclusion, he gawks at Hypnos. "Surely you don't mean—"
Before he can finish, Hypnos snaps his fingers. He finds himself with an unconscious Zagreus slumped against him, lightly snoring the moment his head collides with the pillow. It's an endearing sight that Hypnos refuses to take for granted, but he has somewhere else to be right now. Admiring his lover's handsome visage will have to wait.
And just like that, Hypnos succumbs to the tantalizing pull of slumber, joining Zagreus in a realm of his own design.
Unbeknownst to many, Hypnos resides on the precipice of Elysium. His quaint abode — a large, open-mouthed cavern — is where the Lethe originates, its steady stream culminating where night and day meet. The mouth is lined with a number of flora, ranging between all manner of soporific plants, but the most prominent among them are poppies. A proper symbol for Sleep Incarnate, and a glorious sight to witness.
When Zagreus wakes, he finds himself standing on the edge of this grand, mist-veiled entrance.
With a languid blink, his gaze drifts across the field of poppies. They flourish on either side of the trickling stream, stopping short of the nearby cliffside. The subtle swaying of the flowers, as if pulled along by a gentle breeze, reminds Zagreus of delicate fabrics. Chiffon, maybe, or silk. Something that would look quite nice on Hypnos.
More poppies outline the cave's opening, but Zagreus finds his attention drawn to what lies within. A grand bed takes up most of the space; carved out of ebony and housing what looks to be the most comfortable mattress known to man. Torchlight illuminates the entirety of the cavern, with each torch on the wall inverted and pointing downward. They flourish in spite of their positioning, though, and are the least curious feature of the room.
That designation is awarded to the nearly nude figure sprawled across the bed.
"Hypnos?"
With only a sheer, deep red fabric draped across his waist, Hypnos is a sight to behold. Lack of his usual tunic and sprawling blanket reveals the tall, slender body otherwise hidden beneath the layers. When their eyes meet, there's a playful twinkle in that vibrant gaze, and the smile spreading across those soft lips is oh so inviting.
Zagreus still lingers by the mouth of the cave. Partly to soak up the image before him, but mostly so he can adjust to the sensation of being barely lucid. From the corner of his eye, he can see the far edges of the cavern wavering, as if barely being held together by an imaginary thread. There's a strange otherness about this place, something he can't quite put his finger on but is compelled to give himself to.
"Took you long enough," Hypnos says, giggling behind his hand. "You spend so much time hack-and-slashing your way through the underworld, I was worried you'd keep it up in the dream world too. But look at you, getting here all on your own! Good job, big guy."
Zagreus scoffs at that, but the sound of it betrays his underlying fondness. "Aren't you the one always reminding me how short I am?"
Rather than deign Zagreus with a response, Hypnos pointedly looks between his legs. It's then that Zagreus realizes he's stark naked, with his flushed cock visible for all to see. Or rather, for Hypnos to see. He's the only other person in the cave, after all. He's also taken to giving Zagreus an appreciative once-over. That, unsurprisingly, has his bare cock quite literally rising to the occasion. Zagreus would be mortified if he wasn't thoroughly turned on by this unusual turn of events.
"Is this—" Zagreus falters, taking a cautious step inside. "Did you do this?"
Hypnos looks downright giddy as he says, "Well, I am Sleep Incarnate. Controlling dreams comes with the territory."
"So this is all a dream, then?" Zagreus asks. Makes sense, or as much sense as the supernatural abilities of a chthonic god can.
"Yep!" Hypnos replies, popping his lips for emphasis. He shifts on the bed until he's propped up on his elbows and able to comfortably spread his legs. To Zagreus' disappointment, the fabric remains draped over his hips. Barely. "Funny story, though: technically it's your dream! You set the foundation, I swooped in to take care of the rest."
There's a sudden crackle of fire, a shift in the torchlight, and Hypnos is laying on his stomach. The fabric sits precariously on the curve of his ass, dangerously close to sliding off. If Zagreus were to reach out, he could snatch it away and take its place. He surmises that Hypnos is a tease and a half, doing all of this on purpose.
"I have to ask," Zagreus starts, only to falter when Hypnos flops onto his back. The motion has the fabric tightening around his lean waist, which also demands attention. Zagreus would very much like to wrap a hand around it and squeeze. "What's kept you from doing this before?"
Hypnos laughs, so bright and delightful that Zagreus is physically drawn closer to the bed. "Gee, I'd love to," Hypnos replies, "but here's another funny story: you never sleep! A few minutes, maybe, but that's not enough time to pop into your head and ask if you want to rock my dream world, is it?"
"Probably not," Zagreus concedes. "But while we're on the subject of time, what happens if we're gone too long? The way I see it, someone is bound to come looking for either one of us and interrupt..." He gestures widely to the cavern around them, then down at Hypnos. "This. Whatever this is."
Again, Zagreus mindlessly closes the distance between them. One second, he's standing at the foot of the bed. The next, he's laying beside Hypnos and reaching for the hem of that damn fabric. There's a subtle hitch in Hypnos' breath and his eyes widen, pupils dilating in the process, but he doesn't stop Zagreus. Instead, his hips raise slightly and he flashes him a hungry look. Zagreus takes that as permission to press his luck.
"Time loses all meaning here," Hypnos explains, voice cracking as Zagreus touches his hip. "We can be asleep for a few minutes, but feel like we've spent hours together. Neat, right?"
"Very," Zagreus dryly agrees. In spite of his deadpan response, he's quickly come to terms with and accepted their current predicament. That much is obvious when he helps himself to the body laid out before him, since Hypnos has gone through all this trouble to offer his body.
Zagreus first dips his fingers under the fabric draped across that slim waist. He curls his fingers around Hypnos' length and gives an experimental pump. Nothing too vigorous, but certainly enough to have Hypnos whining at the touch. Zagreus lazily feels along the shaft of the cock, savoring the pleasant weight resting in his hand.
Even better is the sight of Hypnos reclining against the bed, displaying the curve of his neck and the fluttering of long lashes against his cheeks. Zagreus gives a firm, purposeful jerk of his cock, grinning when Hypnos has to bite back a yelp and his throat bobs around the sound. His hips jolt up and his cock rises to full hardness where Zagreus continues his strokes.
Zagreus hums, satisfied, before he releases Hypnos with a low chuckle. "In that case," he says, already shoving aside the fabric and slotting himself there instead. "I don't see any reason not to enjoy ourselves. Wouldn't you agree?"
Pressing closer, Zagreus captures Hypnos in a searing kiss. He feels Hypnos tense beneath him, shivering as his legs spread wider and fingers find purchase in the sheets. Zagreus slides an open hand across a thigh before giving it a deliberate squeeze, swallowing the moan that tries to escape Hypnos' throat.
Somehow, Hypnos tastes even sweeter than he remembers. Akin to a freshly ripe fruit, ready for the taking. Utterly divine. Zagreus swears that every press of their tongues feels intoxicating, as if he's indulging in the finest wine to have ever graced his lips.
Zagreus can't stop the shiver that travels up his spine. He's capable only of pressing closer and closer, at risk of smothering Hypnos. He can feel a hand slide across the nape of his neck, then gradually travel south. The touch, warm and inviting, spreads across the curve of his back, nudging Zagreus even further between his long legs.
Knowing exactly what he wants, Zagreus lifts one of those same legs over his shoulder. The sudden shift leaves Hypnos arching partway off the bed, at the perfect angle to slide into. Normally, Zagreus would work Hypnos open and brace him for the first of many orgasms. However, he figures he has a bit of leeway in this dream realm, and Hypnos is clearly gagging for it, so there's no point delaying their joint pleasure.
Hypnos groans, feeling the head of Zagreus' cock pressing against his rim. "Ooh, yes, yes, yes—"
He's is cut off by Zagreus effortlessly fucking into him with a swift roll of his hips, filling him completely. Blood rushes to his ears, but Zagreus still picks up on the sound that escapes Hypnos. It's caught somewhere between a shout and a sob, and sounds utterly delightful.
Zagreus stills his hips, despite wanting nothing more than to drive himself deeper and feel that perfect heat tighten around his cock. But given how Hypnos has gone deathly still under him, he feels inclined to peer down and ask, "You alright there, love?"
"Yep!" Hypnos chirps, but his voice is strained. "Just...give me a second. I, ah, forgot how big you are."
Oh. Zagreus doesn't realize how badly he wants to hear those words until they leave Hypnos' mouth.
An involuntary thrust has him sliding deeper. Another sound, this one closer to a wail, leaves Hypnos. In that same breath, he spills across his abdomen. In spite of his climax, Hypnos still finds the strength to tighten around Zagreus, grinding against him in shallow circles until Zagreus grabs his hips and stops him.
"Eager, are we?"
"Zagreus—"
Before Hypnos can complain, Zagreus draws back and silences him with yet another thrust, this one deliberate and powerful. He can feel something akin to a shockwave ripple through Hypnos, overstimulating him in ways Zagreus loves to see. It provides him the perfect opportunity to press against Hypnos, disregarding the mess he's made across his stomach. Leaving marks along his neck, nipping and biting beautifully flushed skin. Drawing Hypnos into a kiss once more, tongue soft and lazy as Zagreus sucks the breath right out of him. For all of the pleasure coursing through him, he still wants to make sure Hypnos can feel the tenderness between them, knows how cherished he truly is.
However, that doesn't last long. Zagreus slams his cock into Hypnos with a hard slap to the back of his thighs. The motion draws a strangled gasp from Hypnos, whose free heel digs into the firm flesh of Zagreus' calf. The other leg is still very much trapped on Zagreus' shoulder, so he allows himself to be manhandled as Zagreus sees fit. Like right now, when Zagreus nearly bends Hypnos in half as he fucks into him, almost mindless in his motions. Harder, harder, and harder still, reaching so deep that even Zagreus is surprised by his own prowess.
The ferocious pace continues, shaking the bedframe and threatening to break beneath them. It won't, of course, because Hypnos controls every aspect of this domain, but Zagreus takes silent satisfaction in knowing he'd be capable of it.
All too suddenly, Zagreus' vision falters. Hypnos groans below him, the torches flicker around the room, and suddenly Zagreus is the one splayed on his back. Hypnos straddles his waist and is no less full of his cock than before. Heavy-lidded eyes consider him, those irises aglow as they roam Zagreus' glistening body. Broad palms begin mapping every inch of Hypnos in return, coaxing him to continue right where they left off. Zagreus is not the least bit concerned with the sudden switch, only eager to see where this new position will lead them.
Lips parting and eyes fluttering shut, Hypnos draws himself up in one swift motion, until only the tip is left throbbing within him. He slams his hips back down as quickly as he raised them, impaling himself upon every last inch of Zagreus' impressive length with a soft, broken cry. He continues the same rhythm of shifting up and down, hips gyrating whenever their bodies collide. Each sound out of his mouth is divine, spurring Zagreus to buck up and meet Hypnos during every bounce.
The motion, coupled with the image of Hypnos riding him for all he's worth, brings Zagreus to completion. When Hypnos raises his hips again, Zagreus drags him back down with a low growl. Hypnos doesn't fight the movement, just writhes as Zagreus gives a few more erratic pumps until finally, Zagreus spills. Unlike their other rendezvous within the House, he doesn't need to worry about making a mess.
Hypnos is so hot and tight around him, his body naturally applying the perfect pressure to milk Zagreus dry. Soft to the touch and slick with sweat, Hypnos looks absolutely ethereal. Soon their voices join together in a chorus of pleasure and Hypnos comes again, in tandem with Zagreus.
“Already?” Zagreus muses.
“This is a dream. Anything is possible." Then, with a spirited tone, Hypnos adds, "Have you considered not fucking me senseless? That might help me last a lot longer!"
"Interesting suggestion, but no. I'm enjoying myself far too much."
Yet again, the torches flicker. Zagreus finds himself sitting on his knees, but still buried to the hilt inside Hypnos. Unfortunately, Hypnos is hanging halfway off the bed. Most of his body has disappeared over the edge, causing Zagreus to readjust his grip and heave that lengthy body up some. The jostling causes Hypnos to squeal, but at least Zagreus knows he's okay. Mostly.
"H-Hey!" That familiar head of stark white curls pops back up. Judging by his vicelike grip on the sheets, it's taking every ounce of willpower Hypnos can muster. "I'm all for exploring new positions, but you should really warn a guy. I can feel the blood rushing to my head — and not in the good way!"
"Isn't this your doing?" Zagreus asks, maintaining his hold on each leg. "After all, this is your realm."
"The first position was my idea," Hypnos admits, but it comes out through a harrowing wheeze. "This, though? That's all you, pal, buddy, friend o' mine. You, uh—" He shudders, realizing that Zagreus is still emptying inside him. His cock twitches at the sensation of being filled, but it's clear which of them enjoys this position the most. "Wow, your subconscious is really into this, huh?"
Zagreus is almost ashamed to admit he's right. Seeing Hypnos strung up and pumped full of his seed definitely does something for him. It's a piece of his psyche he hasn't acknowledged until now. So yes, he very much enjoys hoisting Hypnos by his legs and fucking down into his pliant body. Which he does once more, because it's far too tempting not to.
"Zag— Z-Zagreus," Hypnos chokes out, but soon delves into obscene, indiscernible sounds with every thrust. They're all broken by his wavering voice, which is jolted from the force of Zagreus' relentless fucking. Were they doing this in his bedroom, he's certain half the House would complain of the noise. How fortunate, then, that this dream realm allows for the filthiest sounds to fall from those parted lips without inviting room for interruption.
There's a crackle of fire, a brief flicker of torchlight, and another position is introduced. Hypnos is back on the bed, but situated on his stomach with his face halfway buried into a pillow. Were it not for his ragged breaths, Zagreus would assume Hypnos somehow managed to fall asleep during a dream.
From this angle, Zagreus can see his cum is splattered across the swell of Hypnos' ass, which looks raw and red from their incessant fucking. That does nothing to deter Zagreus, who slots himself up against the curve of Hypnos' body and slides back in without hesitation. Hypnos, much to Zagreus' pleasure, merely grips the pillow and takes it. Every roll of Zagreus' hips is met with a mewl and a shudder. That pliant body grips Zagreus' cock just right, equal parts warm and soft, already slicked up from their previous bouts of sex.
Each time he bottoms out, he shoves Hypnos further against the mattress. He's at risk of smothering him, but Hypnos begins to wiggle back with every thrust, keening when the wet heat of Zagreus sinking in becomes too much, too soon. Zagreus feels him tense under his hands, one of which slides beneath Hypnos' body to palm at his cock. Two pumps later and Hypnos splatters across the bed and Zagreus' hand. He's rewarded with a tender kiss to the back of his neck, sweet nothings whispered in his ear, and Zagreus flipping him onto his back for yet another round.
On his end, Hypnos can safely say this is the best he's ever had.
Zagreus isn't his first lover, but he's certain to be his last. No one will ever compare to the toned physique flattening him against the bed, or the skilled hands stroking his cock, or that thick length giving him the fucking of a lifetime. For once, Hypnos is rendered speechless where he lays folded and pressed down. Zagreus sets a relentless pace in which every ounce of strength is ramming into him over and over. So furious in its intensity, Hypnos can feel the sheets, blankets, everything sliding across the mattress, leaving them in the center of a growing mess. Hypnos is thankful that this is a dream, but can hardly believe the power behind every thrust.
To his own amusement, Hypnos wonders if death by dick is something he should worry about. Imagine that making his list.
"Don't go quiet on me, love," Zagreus suddenly murmurs, stroking the back of his thighs. "Come on now, let me hear you."
Hypnos takes a shallow, shuddering breath right as Zagreus draws back. Something between a groan and a gasp escapes him when Zagreus slams forward, hips flush against his ass in one fluid motion. Even though the sound is involuntary, Zagreus rewards him with a devouring kiss. He repeats the process again, and again, and again, until Hypnos is whining against his mouth and his nails are digging into his shoulders.
Every time Zagreus pounds into him, somehow always at just the right angle, delicious sparks of pleasure course up his spine. But all Hypnos can process is the fullness of Zagreus sliding inside him, huge and scorching. If Hypnos was a mere mortal, he's certain he'd be molded around that absurdly big girth or split in two, right down the middle. As a god, however, it's too much yet just enough. Capable of pulling another orgasm from him and practically punching the breath from his lungs.
"O-Oh, right there. Just like that," he chokes out, mindlessly babbling through his climax. "Guess what? No tips from me this time! Can you believe it? Talk about a ten out of ten performance. No improvement necessary, as far as I'm — ah! C-Concerned!"
Somehow, his brain-to-mouth filter that rarely works on a good day has been rendered null and void entirely. Courtesy of Zagreus' cock, which pistons into him so deep that Hypnos doesn't know where Zagreus ends and he begins. They've become one, or at least it feels that way given how full he is of Zagreus.
They continue for who knows how long, sampling a variety of positions. Each one is more complicated than the last and sees them at every angle imaginable. Not even Hypnos can tell how much time has passed in this world or the next, only that Zagreus has filled him an infinite amount of times and continues to do so.
Zagreus, on the other hand, takes his sweet time unraveling Hypnos. They go from ravenous, bed-breaking rounds of sex to gentle, languid lovemaking that has Hypnos singing his praises, babbling once more, until Zagreus puts his mouth to better use. Hypnos is all too happy to get on his knees and take as much of that thick cock as his throat can manage, head bobbing eagerly despite his growing exhaustion.
When he empties down that very throat, Zagreus decides they could both use a break. He eases his cock free from that velvety warmth and cradles Hypnos' jaw as he goes. There's a flicker of light for the umpteenth time, a faint giggle from Hypnos, and they're collapsed beside each other. Hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder; sucking in deep breaths after their escapades.
"I don't know about you," Hypnos says, voice slightly hoarse, "but I could go one more round."
Zagreus can't help but laugh wholeheartedly, knowing they've both been rung dry. "Somehow I doubt that."
Before Hypnos can protest, Zagreus rolls onto his side and helps himself to Hypnos. Those strong, broad hands caress every inch of skin they can latch onto. Zagreus leaves a maddening trail of heat over Hypnos' sweat-covered, writhing body. Hypnos responds in kind, allowing his slender fingers to map Zagreus' chest. Their mouths are equally as preoccupied with one another, moving to the same rhythm as their intertwined bodies.
Zagreus swears he could live in this singular moment, forever trapped in this passionate embrace, so long as Hypnos is there with him.
Then, just as Hypnos cards his fingers through his dark locks, Zagreus' vision begins to blur. He has a split second to soak up the sight of a blissed-out Hypnos groaning beneath him, still utterly debauched, before the world around them darkens. The bed, the torches, and the entirety of Elysium — or rather, the illusion of it — dissipates until Zagreus and Hypnos are all that is left. Stars twinkle amid a cloak of pitch black darkness that blankets both gods, nestling them together. Pressed so close, Zagreus finds himself with an armful of Hypnos.
Zagreus blinks, and his exhausted lover vanishes in a haze of smoke.
So, too, does the rest of the dream.
When Zagreus suddenly wakes, his face is damp with sweat. The rest of his body feels pleasantly sore. Especially his thighs, where the subtle ache is most prominent. It's accompanied by a half-hard cock straining against the inside of his tunic, casually demanding attention. Were he not so groggy, he might start palming himself then and there to relieve the pressure building.
Memories rush to the surface. Those very memories leave Zagreus flushed to the core, which does nothing to help the erection between his legs or the beads of sweat collecting at his temple. Never before has a dream felt so vivid, as if it were a physical experience rather than a concoction of his own mind. He can perfectly map out moment after mind-blowing moment long after waking up, which rarely happens. Then again, he hardly ever dreams to begin with. He really should change that.
"Wow," is the first word out of Hypnos' mouth. He wakes with a stretch of his limbs and a serene smile on his lips. "Might just be me, but that sure was tiring. So tiring, in fact, that this calls for another nap! What do you say to that, Zag? Mind staying with me a little longer?"
Because he can already picture the furious expression of his father's face, Zagreus must decline the offer, as tempting as it may be. "I should get you back to your post," he sighs, thoroughly disappointed. "I'd rather not be the reason my father gives you a scolding."
"But Zag."
"But Hypnos."
With a small huff, Hypnos stretches his limbs again and elects to ignore Zagreus' taunting. A little yawn escapes him, though, as he flings an arm across Zagreus' chest so he can bury his face against it. When Hypnos then hooks a leg over his waist, his thigh presses against the bulge growing between Zagreus' legs.
"Oh," Hypnos gasps, just as Zagreus says, "We shouldn't start something we can't finish."
Yet again, Zagreus' voice has gone low. His cock swells at the mental image of Hypnos exactly as he'd been in his dreams — flustered, covered in seed and sweat, and stark naked. He's not opposed to making his wishful thinking a reality, but not when someone is bound to search for them.
Hypnos watches him with that signature smile of his, not the least bit interested in rushing from the bed. "Sure seems like you already started something," he teases, and because he's nothing if not a minx, he kisses Zagreus. "It'd be rude of me not to finish it, don't you think?"
In a moment of weakness, Zagreus bargains with himself. If Hypnos wants to take his sweet time returning to his post, surely an extra ten minutes in bed won't hurt. It won't do Zagreus any good to spring back into action while hard, either. He should have a clear head and the utmost focus, and that won't happen while he's throbbing to memories of Hypnos taking him like a champ.
And if they happen to fall asleep again...well, Zagreus could stand to get some more rest.