Brandon loved the feel of Davan’s full lips on his cheek and the tightening of the brunet’s arm around his waist; he wondered if the son of the love goddess had a libido as out of control as his own. Brandon’s father, Apollo, had passed along his practice of free love with nymphs, naiads, dryads, satyrs, muses and pretty humans to his son; had Davan’s mother imparted any legacy to him?
“Oh, I think it’s a great idea, Davan. We should definitely form a student demigod/goddess union of some sort…”, Brandon agreed and then nuzzled his nose into the boy’s raven-black hair, “…I think it will be not only supportive, but cathartic as well”, he kissed the side of Davan’s head.
“Hmmmm, well, I was raised in Littleton, New Hampshire by my mother, who was a music teacher. She was the one who discovered my gift; when I sing, I transfer my emotions to whoever can hear me. I can control anyone within earshot”, he shrugged, “My mother made sure I didn’t abuse it and taught me how to respect people”, he chuckled, “Other than that, I glow when I’m happy. I have a slight glow on now…”, he grinned, “…you may not be able to tell because of the sun”.