#⋮ ❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 › 𝒹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓃 ♋️

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Snacktime.

If one considers kebabs and saffron steamed rice this late into the night 'a snack'.

The moonlight shines bright through the kitchen's high windows, diffused by the overheads as Arya deftly moves back and forth between countertop and stove. Even though he's on his third Pepperidge Farm Pirouette, the baton shaped cookies don't really do anything to quell the hunger in his stomach.

At a volume lower than the sizzle of searing meat on the griddle, Arya hums a random tune to himself, filling in the missing percussion with taps of his knife to the cutting board. He only pauses to take a bite out of the cookie tucked between his lips, bobbing his head to the song. Could he be more aware that anybody could hear his tone deaf humming if they were to walk in on him? Sure. Does he care though? Not so much.

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The way these drinks are set up has Arya feeling much more tipsy than he should. Years of wild nights turning into fun mornings blurred by a reckless shot after shot mentality have hardened his tolerance, but even his nonexistent liver wasn't ready for this. The warmth spreading through his body makes him second guess wearing the top half of the toga, even if it is only just a black sash on top of a black and gold body harness. He's feeling good though, coasting on his buzz while he leans back against the nearest wall and observes the excited bustle of the party. His head bobs to the beat of the music.

It doesn't take long, and he's been secretly hoping that it wouldn't, to locate the son of Artemis amongst all the attendees. Davon looks... well... flawless, per his usual, and before Arya knows it, he's pulling up next to him with a grin that may or may not give away his intoxication level. "Hey you..."

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Arya's carnal hunger blazes inside him, every inch beckoning the next to follow. He can feel Davon's every move from the inside. Those pretty pink walls writhe and tighten around him as the godling shifts his torso and deepens the arch in his back, as his cheeks shake back and forth to invite more in, as his pulse quickens and sends faint waves of pleasure to the core of his unyielding shaft.

Finally, he bottoms out. "That's it, baby. You got it." Arya moans the words of encouragement between kisses. He stays buried to the hilt inside Davon, grinding his hips against him and working open his guts before he actually starts rocking into him. His strokes are slow, matching the cadence of the kiss while his tongue finds the inside of Davon's mouth again. As their bodies rock together, Arya reaches around and moves Davon's hand from his dick, taking over and running circles around the tip with his thumb.

Hyper aware of Davon's beautiful body and it's melodic noises and sexy reactions, Arya grinds and rolls his hips slow and deep until he feels that luxurious flesh getting used to his thickness. He picks up the tempo after that, fully stroking Davon in time with his own thrusts. "You feel so damn good."

He was glad their energies matched. As eager as Davon was to receive, Arya indulged with the same passion ready to feed that hungry hole flexing as the lunar godling readied to be breached when Arya's salaciously skilled mouth was drawn back from tasting his body. A tongue replaced by the thick meaty crown kissing at his entrance, Davon grips at the side of the countertop while drawing a slow breath between his teeth at that aching and slow push of Arya's hips feeding that fat dick past the tight ring and into Davon’s velvet heat.

"Trying, bae" he gasps, involuntarily squeezing around the few inches that'd made it in. He leaned his torso backwards, reaching behind to wrap a hand and nestle his fingers into the silken stands of Arya's luscious ebony hair and craved his neck until his lips were brushing against his new starry love.

"Already...feeling you so good " he could say once he got past the initial sensual burn of the penetration. Also looking into Arya's gorgeous dark eyes, deep pools that beckoned Davon like a siren's song, luring him into a slow, wet kiss, lapping his tongue against the other's while wiggling those thick cheeks to steadily swallow up even more cock.

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The stroke of fingers lining the column of his throat reminds him of his own free hand. It had been idly holding onto the meet between Davon's cheek and his thigh, but now he grips it with purpose. As those hips grind, Arya again matches the energy. His head tilts up when Davon's hips grind down, forcing his tongue to explore the reaches of that silky wet cavern and work his hole open until it's pliable.

While he is content to stay right here and eat him long and passionate until Davon had no choice but to christen the kitchen, the desperation in the man's words has Arya pulling his tongue free. A glance at his own dick with excessive precum coating his aggrandized tip and the entire underside, tells him that he needs to be in Davon just as badly.

He kisses the valley between ass cheeks and retraces his every step from earlier. Davon's spine gets adorned with lips and tongue until Arya's back to a full standing position. He drizzles spit from his mouth onto his thick shaft, stroking the length to merge it with his precum. "I'll fuck you so good. I need you too." After Arya nudges Davon's stance further apart, he lines up and exhales a low moan as it happens. He drinks in the sight of Davon's hole kissing and then swallowing his fat, slippery tip, opening wide for him as his girth slowly pushes those walls apart inch by inch. "Relax baby. Let me in."

That tongue was devilish in the way it was pushing through his defenses, all welcoming that had the lunar demigod practically melting against the counter. His swollen sack was already pulsing pressure through that fat shaft bobbing between his muscular thighs and between Arya's hands kneading his balls and slobbering into his hole, Davon’s dick jumped with that bead of pre now drooling into a steady stream onto the kitchen floor, with another twitch flinging a string onto the cabinets.

A long gasp was rolled out from his throat as if the fog of lust in his head was breathed into the air. Yet at the same time, he couldn't help but smile, getting carnally drunk off of how this man had him ready to bust his first nut just from how hungrily his hole was ate.

He reaches down, hand blindly searching for Arya's holding onto the one massaging his sack before reaching further until his fingers traced over the Astral godling’s Adam's apple and carassed over his throat and wiping that slop up into his beard while the lunar godling began rolling his hips to ride Arya's face. As deep as that tongue pushed, he needed something longer. Thicker. Harder.

"I need you to fuck me. My North Star, I need you so bad, please, Ar...." he cooed out.

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Davon’s sickeningly sweet morsels of verbal confirmation spur him on as his tongue slips into that wondrous heat. Arya swirls his tongue inside Davon, tracing playful circles into his velvety flesh. If Davon is going to taste this good, he can have Arya for dessert, a midnight snack, and then they could start all over with breakfast the next day if he wants. He feels those muscles move and shift as Davon widens his stance. Arya he follows the groves, adjusting and allowing his tongue to slip further into bliss. The taste graces his tongue, and his saliva glands start going crazy. Now things are going to start getting a little messy. 

Arya has never been afraid to really put his face in it. He’s never been shy licking and kissing and pushing his tongue into some good ass. He moans as a wave of pleasure rolls over him. Davon’s reactions to his tongue make his own dick strain and pulse, but Arya reaches between Davon’s legs and massages his balls while he eats him out.

Changing up the motion of his tongue, Arya slides it in and out of Davon until he’s getting those mini squelches sounding off and the bottom of his face is starting to get soaked too. 

"Not sure if it'll be enough," Davon replied back, melting against the broader frame of his star-powered lover. A slow his pushed through his teeth with those fingers toying with his nipples, aching as hard as his cock and yet pulsed that extra bit of fire through his nerves as Arya slowly turned the tables. All that teasing from before left him to be played with in the other godling’s hands, and it was only stirring up his primal urges.

"I'm having you as dessert too," he makes the hushed declaration as he relishes the trail of kisses and licks Arya leaves down his body until he feels the other's warm breath over his crack. He knew it was coming, and yet it didn't stop the groan rolling from his throat when Arya began feasting on his entrance. His stance widened as his torso pressed more against the island counter, leaving his ass arched even more to serve for the other demigod.

"Just like that, baby," he cooed, still stroking at his own cock, wiping his thump to collect and spread the bead of prenut bubbled at the tip. His hips swayed, wiggling his ass back, ensuring that handsome face was buried for that added friction of the other's beard caressing his cheeks.

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Pleasure races through his veins at Davon's touch, the slick of their combined spit against his dick has the head straining against the man's fingertips, leading his entire length to flex. If the throaty moan sounding off in the back of Arya's throat doesn't successfully communicate his arousal, his dick's reaction had no problem in making it clear. He's aching for Davon. Eagerness has his tongue ready and his saliva glands preparing to go into overdrive.

Once Davon has turned around, Arya takes a second to check him out while stroking himself slowly too. His gaze travels from his strapping shoulders to the expanse of his back, slipping down to the small of his back--loving that arch--to the thickness of his ass. "Looking forward to it." Arya leans forward just as Davon shifts back, bodies pressing up against each other after they collide. Even with his dick nestled between those cheeks he finds other places for their bodies to meet. His chest flush against Davon's back. One arm curled around to play with a nipple. He holds Davon close enough that he can run his tongue along the edge of his ear.

"It'll taste even better after we've worked up our appetites." Arya kisses just behind his ear, and then trails more kisses to the nape of his neck. He walks forward a couple of steps, nudging Davon also forward so they are closer to the island. He works his way down the man's spine until he's squatting behind him. Peppered kisses turns into tongue once he gets to the nether regions. Arya parts those cheeks and draws a slick, wet stripe down the crack of his ass to his hole, soaking up that tight ring with a couple of sloppy kisses before finally diving in.

Well he had no argument against the other's logic. From a boy who grew up on a ranch, he'd evolved from modest living to enjoying was luxury and the attention of others had to offer. There were nights where Davon questioned his decisions but to be in the hands of such a gorgeous man before him, he had to assume he'd made the right calls. A silent 'fuck' drew out from his lips against Arya's at the pad teasing around his hole. Cheeks clenched and the ring of muscle pulsed as did his cock as he rutted harder against the other's heated and hefty shaft.

Looking down briefly and seeing that meaty mushroom bloom from it's sheath led the son of Artemis to uncurl his tongue and letting the mix of his spit and Arya's drizzle down onto the latter's cockhead before Davon proceeded to massage and tease the mixture with his thumb along the slit and ridge of that crown, mirroring the tease to his entrance. His lips were captured again and he groaned into the other's mouth as their bodies shifted to remove the articles of clothing from their ankles.

"So long as I can return the favor," he speaks softly, still peppering a kiss along the bottom tier of the other's luscious lips and giving it a gentle nip before following instruction. Turning his body, his grips his own cock, stroking while showing off the muscles of his back and the flex and volume of his glutes. He backed up enough just to feel the nudge of Arya's cock to briefly sandwich between the crack of his ass and giving a slow wobble of his hips. "As good as that food smells..." he snerked softly. Those dishes could definitely wait; he wanted to savor the taste of Arya far more.

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At some point between the removal of Davon’s clothes and his own, there’s only a rapidly diminishing slice of awareness (and more importantly, care) that there are kebabs and saffron rice on the stove. Vaguely aware of their location, he reaches blindly for the knobs, turning them both until the satisfied click of them locking into the ‘off’ position is heard. His free hand is eager to get back to work though. It joins the other, curling into the meat of his ass and following the grind of their hips.

Arya’s fingers delve into the valley between his cheeks. The pad of his middle finger toys with Davon’s entrance using slow circles. Even without the stove still on, the air around them is laden with heat, and the grind of their erections together keeps his inhales sharp, leaving him to exhale more moans into the kiss. “It’s fitting though.” The words come out heady and thick between each twist and turn of their mouths, nearly inaudible against lust locked lips.

As his length drags against Davon's, he feels that root chakra centric heat against his swollen, sensitive head. Frotting had worked it out of it's sheath and now he's fully at attention, throbbing intensely against Davon's wood as their hips work together. His balls start fattening up too. Arya steps out of the pool of pants now at his ankles, breaking the kiss but continuing the tease of his fingers at that pretty hole. "I just think you deserve to be worshipped like one. Turn around."

There was minimal concern on whether or not it was wise to dedicate their full attention to eachother rather than keeping an eye of the food being cooked. Though the moment his heightened senses could smell Arya's scent, that raw arousal even through his pajama pants, all sensibility left Davon’s brain. He was thirsty and it couldn't be parched unless he could drink every drop of affection and lust the star child was willing to pour into his body.

"Hng. That's a new one," he remarked huskily after being referred to as 'princess'. All while letting this other man disrobe and peel the only layers of clothing that the son of Artemis had been wearing. The flex of his pectorals happened after the removal of his shirt while Arya's hands pulled the waist of his sweats past the curves of his toned cheeks and letting that heavy cock bounce freely, before it twitched in the moon child's elevated arousal as his lips melted against Arya's again. Languid rolls of his tongue pushed the wet muscle to glide against the other's, the soft smacking and exchange of saliva as Davon hummed in delight of exploring the taste of the man he was growing affection for.

The hand once on Arya's clothed shaft went to work in getting rid of those pajama pants as it tugged upon the waist until they were under those muscular globes and that fat rod was free to stroke and grind against Davon’s as the latter rolled his hips forward, letting the speed of their frotting mirror the lazy dance of their intertwined tongues.

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A pleasured noise slips past his lips when he feels fingers wrapping around his shaft through his pajama pants. As if the magnetic pull of Davon’s moon is controlling his internal tides, his dick continues to harden in his grasp until there’s a low pulse beating against his fingers through the loose fabric. Sharing personal space with Davon feels so damn good.

Arya presses another moan into his skin as he decorates his neck. His hands glissade up the rises and falls of Davon’s abs and he brushes a thumb along each nipple before he can’t take it anymore. He finds the hem of Davon’s shirt and begins to pull it towards his head. “We gotta get you naked, princess.” Hunger accompanied with heat rises up in him, and it has nothing to do with the full dinner he started and everything to do with dragging his tongue up and down the full dinner standing right in front of him.

While continuing from where he left off and working his way down to Davon's ass is the goal, Arya returns to taste those beautiful lips again. The kiss is more intense than the one previous, slow and deep like a bass heavy r&b song. His hands shift, slipping smoothly into the space between his elastic waistband and the top of his ass, nudging those black sweatpants towards the ground.

A rebuttal was on the tip of his tongue; if said tongue had not been occupied in deepening the tender locking of lips between the two godlings. Their union seemed inevitable, as much of a tease Davon had enjoyed being around Arya since the moment they exchanged glances, but now was the time to throw away that caution.

After all, the moon belonged with the stars.

A long, deep breath was drawn in between his lips once their mouths parted, and he'd feel the heat coursing through his body as the other's lips continued to trail affection while he felt those powerful hands starting to explore. Those fingers would find a solid and lean build, revealed when the bricked stomach of the moon godling was exposed from the lifted fabric of his shirt.

His knee was still pressed between Arya's thighs and made its way forward, pressing up against that steadily engorged groin before the son of Artemis proceeded in reaching down to finally grip that heavy, fattening shaft through the other's pants while rolling his hips forward to slow going his own thickening excitement through his black sweats against Arya's hip.

"My Persian Prince," he cooed in a soft groan while squeezing down on Arya's clothed shaft.

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Davon's immediate callout only deepens the smile on his features as their foreheads meet. Their proximity lets him look unabashedly into the man's eyes, to him they look like a dravite mood ring. There's sweetness in that multitude of browns, but also hints of mischief, and smoothness like freshly crushed brown velvet. It's all wrapped up in beauty powerful enough to take his breath from him, but that same magnetizing energy remains between them—keeping him in tact. It takes everything he has not to get lost.

There's a twitch at his mouth that says he wants to purse his lips incredulously despite the fact that Davon is very much right. "I suppose you have a point." He hums. Murmured words coming out almost like a purr. As soon as their lips lock, Arya erases the already minuscule distance between them. His hands glide around Davon's waist to rest at the small of his back, pulling their bodies impossibly closer than they were before. His grip is strong, unyielding, like he'd much rather stay like this for the rest of the night.

Almost as if he'd been waiting for the green light since laying eyes on the man, Arya ducks his head and lines Davon's jaw with a row of kisses. He adorns the column of his neck too, lips pressing against gorgeous tawny skin. exploratory hands dipping under the hem of his shirt and running upwards.

"Liar." He calls the other out instantly while his tone matched the playful smile and glint in his doeish eyes. At that point, their bodies may as well have been completely intertwined. The Son of Artemis had fully embraced the other demigod as his arms slipped around Arya's broad torso. His forehead leaned in to rest against the other's while there was just a sliver of space between their lips only filled by the breaths of the syllables spoken.

"You could, but something tells me you're not that heartless; at least not with ME." He chuckled softly, dragging a hand around from resting on Arya's powerful back and finding a new spot upon his left pectoral. The silence lingered only a few moments before Davon finally leaned in to press their lips together; more tender and sensual rather than completely lust driven regardless of how gorgeous the other demigod was. Something about the energy between himself and the son of Asteria just clicked.

"I think the camp is fine for tonight," he whispered over Arya's lips as the kiss was broken, though their mouths still brushed. "Keep distracting me for the rest of the night."

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Warmth creeps onto his cheeks at the nickname, a tinge of crimson slipping just beneath the darkness of his beard. The repeating moment of Davon's lips and tongue around the tips of his fingers repeats in his mind like staring at a GIF. The pop echoes in his ears too. His free hand follows suit of the one before it, settling on Davon's waist to keep him close.

Softly inhaling air, Arya holds the man's gaze while Davon sinks his leg between his thighs. That pretty mouth already had salacious thoughts filling his mind, but the pressure on his crotch sends blood surging south. He feels himself thicken against Davon's leg. "Oh shit, I guess I am the distraction. My bad." He doesn't sound like he means it though. Arya's lack of underwear beneath his loose, grey pajama pants means that there's nothing to keep him in check if he were to get hard.

Arya leans in just a little, his eyes flick to Davon's lips and back. He has no problem with feeding Davon twice. "Can't have you patrolling on an empty stomach now can I?"

He can't help but grin while his lips are still wrapped around the other's fingertips. At least, before he pulls away, his tongue flicks over the pads of Arya's thick digits as those puckered tiers dragged and released those fingers with a soft wet pop. "It can't be helped, Stardust," he says while keeping himself within the other's personal space. Certainly because everything was just...enticing for the son of Artemis in that moment. He wasn't sure which smelled and looked more delicious to taste; the kebabs or Arya.

"Now I definitely can't go forgetting about your meat," as he speaks, his right leg shifts forward pressing between those muscular thighs and a nonchalant twist of his own toned thigh to push and nestle against Arya's crotch. "I'm supposed to be patrolling, but here YOU are in here as the actual distraction tempting me with two different meals." He reaches to hold Arya's chin between his index finger and thumb.

"Now you said you would feed me, right? So I can leave you be after I've had my fill..."

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"Say less," Arya mumbles. Davon's energy feels just as smooth and velvety as his voice sounds, curling around Arya's tall, muscular frame like a cat gearing up to unleash a calming chorus of purrs. He takes in the man's unforgettable scent when he leans in. It forces his breaths to deepen ever so slightly.

Soft lips against his ear encourage the mood to shift towards a more sensual direction, and one thing he's not about to do is complain. "Oh, I plan on feeding you alright." Arya's gaze flicks to Davon's lips and he mulls over the idea of initiating a kiss, but once again, Davon's moves are taking him by surprise. He watches the pirouette disappear; those sinful lips taking both the cookie and the tips of his fingers into his mouth.

"Quit being a distraction," the teasing words are merely a hum, his low voice slightly louder than the sound of the sizzling kebabs. "You're gonna make me forget about my meat."

"I can always eat," No way he would turn down a good meal, especially with good company. As Arya leans back against the counter, Davon leaned forward with him, leaving only a sliver of space between the two of them. The hand on his hip signaled an invite to be close and personal and...well.

After the cookie taunt, he leaned I'm even more, nuzzling against the side of the other demigod's neck, dragging his nose upwards and stopping once his lips brushes against his ear. "Don't tease me if you don't actually intend to feed me. It's late and even if the moon ain't full," he pulls back, only just enough to flash a pearly white toothy grin. "I can still get pretty wild and looney if the mood suits," he angles his head, opening his mouth to swallow up that cookie up until his lips were sealed around Arya's fingers that held the snack.

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Arms circle Davon's waist as their foreheads press together, he links his hands at the small of his back, effectively chaining their personal space together. The skin to skin contact has Arya a little tingly, likely due to the alcohol running through his system. However, the tingle he gets from the press of their lips together has nothing to do with the alcohol. He knows that for sure.

While Arya would consider his experience at this particular event very tame compared to what he's used to, Davon is looking like he's been at a completely different party. He looks like he had a lot of fun tonight, but also he looks....

Hearing that Davon had been hoping to see him keeps a grin on his face--but something keeps it from becoming completely goofy. "I think I'd have a problem if we didn't see each other at all. Grateful to see you too." He chases the taste of their initial kiss with another one, then another one, pulling back only after a tiny little suck on Davon's bottom lip. "Wild night?"

This was certainly wasnt the kind of night he had experienced in forever. It was crazier than that feast a few weeks ago; the alcohol had been more potent, and the carnal body count was certainly higher.

Yet now after hours of dancing, and sex, the son of Artemis was sitting off mostly to the side of the festivities. He'd chosen a smaller room within the cabin to take a breather. Recollect. Have some water so he would not wake up in the morning completely regretting his decisions. Though while he sat isolated and attempting some self care, he couldn't help but reflect on how nights like this all too familiar...except some of those weren't by choice. He took another long sip and closed his eyes. He could prepare to go to bed alone again tonight...

It was time to head back to his cabin. He finished his water and headed back into the fray with intentions of finding the nearest exit. He could smell Arya before the other made his presence known with a greeting. The lunar demigod turned slowly and reached an arm out to hug him, while pressing their foreheads together.

"So I do get to see you tonight. Very grateful for that," he leans in and gives him a soft kiss. "...I'd ask if you want to grab another drink but I need to fucking stop and I'm feeling foggy."

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A jolt of surprise runs through him with the addition of another presence in his vicinity. It breaks the rhythm of his dance moves in favor of tensing up all of his muscles at once as if his body is taking a screenshot. Davon's smooth voice in his ear lets him relax though. "I always make enough for at least two. You hungry?"

Arya flicks his gaze to his kebabs, they still have some time before they need to be rotated. He turns around and leans against the counter, keeping Davon close with one of his hands resting on his hip. The other hand pulls the pirouette from between his lips and gently taps it against Davon's nose with a smirk. "I mean..." He drags out the vowels playfully. "I might have some more."

Even without his enhanced nose these days, Davon could always follow the scent of delicious food. It just so happened his boost of senses for tracking allowed him to smell it over a mile away as he was lurking through the forest on patrol. Not only his nose picking up a scent, but his ears could hear the...attempt at humming in tune.

He had time to kill and was curious. So he followed...arriving at the dining hall's kitchen which was typically closed by now. Yet, the son of Artemis still felt the vibe the other demigod was giving, and without an invitation, Davon bounced in rhythm up behind the midnight chef.

"I hope you made enough for two. Also, more of those cookies." He spoke softly into the other's ear after pressing against him. "Say that you do."