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The rebellious prince emerged once again from the pool of Styx, angrily shaking the blood off his hair.
„Stupid Hydra,“ he angrily muttered to himself. Without missing a beat, he headed straight to his room, impatient to try his escape once again.
As he hastily sprinted into his room, Zagreus noticed he had company. A familiar cloaked figure was leaning on the doorframe leading to the escape. His body and stance were tense, almost as if he was worried. His gaze avert and distant.
„Attempting again already?“ Death spoke. Zagreus crossed his arms and tried to assess the meaning of this visit.
„Hello to you too, Than. And yes, I'm leaving. I mean, what else am I trying to do for quite some time here,“ the prince proceeded with a sly remark. Thanatos still didn't even look at him.
„Not this time…“ Thanatos spoke and straightened his back, his looming figure appearing even taller, „this time I’m stopping you.“
Zagreus chuckled, then noticed his friend's demeanor hasn't changed.
„Wait, you're actually serious about this? You'll try to stop me even though you know how important this is to me?“
Thanatos took an assertive stance in front of the door, his words echoing through the prince's chamber.
„Do you have the slightest idea how much everyone here sacrifices for this impossible quest of yours? How much you could endanger everyone? Do you not care even in the slightest?“ Death Incarnate’s voice echoed. “Do you not care about me, too?”
Zagreus noticed his friend's indifferent demeanor melt like he's never seen before. The power in his voice that he never heard, his emotions almost contagious. Still, he was on a mission.
„Than, move,“ he spoke in a stern voice. The hooded figure did not budge.
„Thanatos, move out of my way,“ the prince's voice got angrier. The god of death still stood there like a boulder. He really left him no choice.
The exact millisecond that Zagreus tried to push him to the side, Thanatos reacted. Suddenly, the rebellious prince was found pinned to the wall next to the door, the god of death holding his wrists and pressing him with his chest. He finally looked down, with a familiar cold gaze. The prince of the Underworld smirked.
“So you’re resorting to this now? Did you think it would be that easy to stop me like this?” Zagreus commented.
“You’re staying this time,” Thanatos said, his grip on the prince’s wrist still firm and gaze still locked.
Looking back up at him, Zagreus spoke without even considering the possible outcome:
“Then make me.”
Zagreus felt a rush of blood to his face as Than’s thigh suddenly moved between his legs and pressed against his crotch. The blood quickly left his face and rushed downwards.
“H-hey, what are you-“ Zagreus tried to speak but was cut of by Than’s leg starting to grind against him. He clenched his teeth, trying desperately not to make a sound so soon.
The taller figure, still holding the rowdy prince’s wrists, leaned forward and whispered: “I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
Zagreus desperately tried to think of a smart comeback, but the feeling of Than’s leg against his already hard cock was completely scrambling his brain. Sweat was already sliding down every inch of his body and he desperately tried to control his breathing. How was he already a mess?
“F-Fuck you, Than,” he managed to mumble through clenched teeth and shaky voice. As much as he enjoyed this charade, he damn well wasn’t going to make it easy.
Thanatos looked down at him and smiled at the sight of the already disheveled prince. He then slowly neared his lips to Zag’s and felt his badly suppressed breaths caress his skin.
“Fuck you too, Zag,” he whispered before leaning into a kiss.
As Zagreus felt Than’s soft lips, he completely melted. He kissed him back roughly and passionately. The tension in his body evaporated and he let himself be completely absorbed in his partner’s touches. Letting himself relax, he started to grind back at Than’s leg. The god of death, entranced as well, matched his pace. Zag’s cock was maniacally pulsing under his chiton and with each thrust of Than’s thigh he was being sent closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Than, can we- ah!” the prince of the underworld tried to mumble through his moans.
“What, can we what?” Thanatos breathlessly responded.
“C-can we take this to bed or am I gonna- fuuuuck!” he tried to get the point across while desperately trying not to cum quite yet.
Thanatos slowly stopped moving his leg and looked down at his partner. The shorter man winced at the lack of pressure. His eyes were already glassy, droplets of sweat were running down his face and his lips were lightly parted as he was panting. He was a mess and it was beautiful.
“Fine, but only because I’m not done with you just yet,” Death commented sassily.
Zagreus felt his partner’s hands slowly let go of his wrists and wonder towards his hips. He effortlessly picked him up and carried him to the bed where he laid him down.
The taller man’s slender fingers unbuckled Zag’s skull belt, his robes falling on the bed under him, the cold air of the room cooling off his already sweaty chest. Thanatos stopped for a moment to admire the sight under him, slowly tracing his hands along his partner’s frame. Zagreus shuddered from his partners touches, every nerve ending on his skin pleading for more. More touching, more stimulation, more Thanatos.
The god of death leaned over his partner, pressing kisses on his soft lips once again. Zag kissed back, moaning and panting into his partner’s mouth. Than’s lips slowly began to relocate to his neck.
“Gods, keep making those noises,” Thanatos whispered. His kisses were getting rougher and rougher, leaving bite marks and bruises on the prince’s neck and collarbone. Needy breaths and moans kept escaping from Zag’s mouth as Than’s kisses wandered lower and lower. By the time his partner reached the hem of his thighs, he was already a complete mess. Thanatos slowly grabbed the waistband of Zagreus’s clothes and pulled them off, his partner twitching at the feeling of cold air against his exposed boner. Than couldn’t help but smirk.
“Where’s your attitude now, your majesty?” he said in a mocking voice as he moved his hand Zagreus’s dick, smearing the precum on the tip. Zag’s hand jumped to his mouth to try and stop his moans from breaking the sound barrier. He was shaking and sweating, desperately trying not to cum in Than’s hand right then and there. Than was looking down at him and enjoying the show, one hand lazily stroking his partner’s cock and the other holding his hips pinned to the bed. Zagreus felt his dick pulsing and twitching in his Than’s hand, driving him closer to the edge every millisecond. He felt overstimulated and lightheaded, yet desperately wanting more. A mixture of “oh, gods”s “fuck”s and his partner’s name were echoing through the room.
“Come on, I know you want it. Just say it,” Than spoke in a gravelly voice, sensing the prince’s neediness.
“Than, please, I- ah!” Zag tried to muster out between his moans.
“Come on, use your words, say it,” Thanatos kept going at it.
“THAN, FOR THE LOVE OF GODS, FUCK ME!”, the prince managed to scream out.
The god of death smirked, getting what he wanted. He stepped away and slowly started stripping, tossing his neckpiece, belt, cloak and thighs on the messy bedroom floor. His muscles and boner were visible on his pale skin in contrast to the dark room. Than grabbed the lubing oil from the drawer in the nightstand and climbed on the bed between Zag’s legs. He slicked his fingers and slowly started circling around Zag’s hole. His partner’s breathing was heavy and his skin so warm and red.
A loud moan echoed through the room as Than pushed two fingers inside the prince. Zagreus gripped the sheets as he felt the stretch, his hole pulsing against Than’s fingers. He bucked his hips trying to fuck himself harder, but Than’s other hand was keeping his hips still.
“Gods, you’re so eager for me,” Thanatos spoke breathlessly, pushing another finger into the disheveled figure under him. An array of moans and curses spilled from Zag’s mouth, earning groans from his partner.
“Fuck, you’re so hot under me,” Than mumbled, sweat from his face dripping down on his partner.
“Than- ah!“ the prince’s words were cut of by another moan, “Than, please, fuck me” he managed to sputter.
The god of death, already desperate himself, was more then ready to oblige. He slowly pulled his fingers out of Zag’s ass, earning a disappointed groan. He got some more lube onto his fingers and wrapping his hand around his dick, coating it and jerking himself off for a few seconds before using one of his hands to spread Zag’s legs and the other to line himself up with his hole. Than slowly pushed himself in all the way to the base, feeling the tightness and warmth of his partner. Zagreus gripped the sheets and started thrusting his hips to match Than’s rhythm. Sweat was dripping down his body and getting soaked into the mattress. Zag was being sent to the edge with every move his partner was making, stimulated out of his mind.
“Than, I’m- I’m close,” Zagreus moaned, squeezing his partner with his thighs. The god of death was maniacally pounding him, gripping his hips and grunting.
“Cum for me,” Than demanded in a gravely voice, grabbing his partner’s dick and stroking him. Zag immediately tensed up and felt waves of pleasure wash over him as he cummed on Than’s abs, clenching around his cock. His partner kept going, causing Zagreus to twitch in overstimulation.
“Than-“ Zag cried out in a desperate voice which was just the thing that sent his partner over the edge, finishing in his ass, cum dripping down Zag’s thighs.
Than slowly pulled out and laid next to the exhausted prince. He grabbed a random cloth from the messy floor and cleaned up his stomach and Zag’s thighs. Zag cozied up, pulled a blanket over them and laid on Than’s shoulder.
“Well, I’m not going anywhere now,” the Underworld prince joked. Than played with his thick black hair and snuggled more under the sheets.
“I told you I would stop you.”