"I'll even say please," Apollo teased right back, his fingers picking up the stem of the glass again, inhaling deeply, the richness that was within. Once more, liquid sex slid straight down his throat as easy as you pleased, bringing warmth throughout his entire body, making his breath come out short.
"Nothing tasted more like ambrosia than your confections, Dionysus. If I die again, you'd throw in two cases of this for my wake, won't you?"