#[ aka ecstacy-esque ]

[once-was-muses]

@the-arkham-librarian | Send my muse a 😏 to walk in on them touching themselves and I’ll write my muse’s reaction.

😏 (Antonio or Thoth)

The delicate scent of blue lotus fills the warm air, contrasting with the cool water enveloping the lower half of the lounging deity. Accompanied with faint splashes, light ripples across the pool's surface are caused by his perfectly poised fist gliding up and down his own cock. Thoth’s head rests back atop the rim of the crystal pool, long braids draped over his scarred shoulder and thin chest, eyes almost entirely closed as he quietly moans his own praises. He takes a deep breath through his nose just as his hand pauses at his tip, brushing the claw like nail of his thumb against the hypersensitive strip of skin connecting his shaft and crown. Always surprised by how much more everything feels under the lotus' effect, he's powerless to stop the high-pitched whine that escapes his throat, moving his thumb to rub circles against himself as he rolls his hips.

Consumed by his (not exactly) infrequent moment of self pleasure, even the ever vigilant Thoth doesn't notice a sudden set of footsteps echoing in the bathhouse. Not until- their owner no doubt similarly consumed by the sight before her- one foot collides with a low, metal brazier, the clang echoing through the now awkwardly still room. For a couple tense moments, Thoth remains frozen midmotion, caught as in the act as possible-

Before he sinks further into the pool, naught but his beautifully beaded braids remaining above the surface, floating there like some sort of peculiar aquatic plant. He does not dare to even look at whoever has discovered him, hoping he can hold his breath long enough that they'll just- go away.

(The arousal thrumming through him makes this all the more difficult, breath ragged just before suddenly submerging. The plug in his ass certainly doesn't help.)