#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Paris 」

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Not even a second passed that Theo has left Paris's lips before he was pulling him away from the crowd of campers heading toward the dining pavillions. Instead, the Son of Aphrodite dragged the object of his affections behind the Pegasus Stables, pushing him up against the wall there as he started kissing and licking his neck. Adrenaline from the hard-fought game before still pumped through his veins, and it was telling him to lay claim to his desires before they could be taken from him. "I want you, Theo," he murmured as he continued kissing every inch of skin available to him. "I want you. I want you so badly. Please... please say I can have you. I'll do anything you want me to. You can do anything to me. Just please let me have you. I want you." As he spoke, he was quickly realizing that he was running out of room to kiss. But he still wanted more of Theo. Dropping to his knees, he stuck his head up under their skirt and instantly laid eyes on the bulge in their lacy undergarments. Forgoing any previous goal, he made quick work of pulling the other's dick from it's confines, pleading as he does, "I don't know why, but I wanna put this in my mouth. Please can I put your dick in my mouth?" ( These two's first time together and Paris is gonna learn how much he loves sucking Theo's cock. ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ncughty-uwu 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 When Theo had challenged Paris to win their affections the best way the spawn of Ares knew how— in the midst of combat, victory not necessary… but the taste of it never hurt either —they weren’t sure what to expect. There was a determination within the others gaze that alluded to a worthy champion; Theo had seen it firsthand when pinned against the cabin wall. Son of Aphrodite declaring his intentions, gazing upon Theo with an impassioned fire that stoked something unknown within them. Before that moment, Theo had viewed Paris as an intriguing soul… but not a strong one.

Amazing, how quickly things can change. How efficiently one can prove another wrong when properly motivated.

As soon as victory was assured, Theo had grabbed onto Paris’s shirt and yanked him into a kiss. Spurred on by the thrill of witnessing someone fight so ferociously in their name. For their heart. Paris had cast aside threats as though lives were genuinely on the line. Perhaps for him, it felt as though they were. This was his chance, after all. A seriousness in Theo’s gaze when they voiced the conditions of their surrender— ❝ Alright then… Capture the flag is coming up soon. You ❛ want me ❜ ? Then prove it during the game. ❞ —that could be believed. If Paris wished to win the others love ( and loyalty ) , he needed to deserve it.

After that performance? Paris deserves everything.

Panting heavily as their back hits the stables, adrenaline still courses through their veins. A RUSH found in the lingering pride of defeating an opponent, intoxicating to the descendant of war. It makes their heart race, their blood burn with a desire to be taken… and in allowing themself to be, lay claim to the one desperately covering their skin in fervent kisses. Breathless pleads sound like a song to them, claws nails digging into Paris’s back— an attempt to mark him through his clothes —as their champion traverses across their neck. Leaving not a single inch without worship before dropping to his knees.

It’s no wonder there’s already a spot of dampness upon their lace before Paris’s curiosity has even taken him there.

Hands buried in Paris’s hair, grip tightens as air hits their twitching dick. A bead of pre glistens on its tip, beckoning the other toward a well-earned prize. Yet Theo doesn’t rush the moment. Precarious as it may be, considering the risk of being discovered. A novice to all things sexual— confident Paris must be the same —yet Theo has no reservations about what they want. There are no nerves to be found. No hesitation in the way they smirk down at their newfound lover. Nothing but a sense of power. Of control. Of… being wanted. Not only wanted, but needed. Above anything and anyone else.

❝ … No one has ever had me before. No one has been worthy of it. ❞ They begin, lightly toying with a strand of their partner’s hair. ❝ You shall be the first… and the last, should you stay loyal. Is that what you want, Paris? To be the only person I have belonged to- heart, soul, and body. ❞ They purposely draw out the moment, tugging at self-control like a string pulled taut. Relishing in the other awaiting permission like a starving dog still obeying its master. ❝ From now on, I am yours… and you are all mine. ❞ With that final growled statement, a light push is given to the back of Paris’s head. Urging him closer in permission to taste what he has been given.

To begin showing Theo what pleasure truly is. 「 ☆ 」