That moan was a delicious reward, and the hand in his hair even more so. Much groaned back in response, his body writing with need between Dionysus' legs, and then even moreso when he felt Ariadne's hand in his hair as well. Just briefly, though, before her fingers moved, tracing the shell of his ear and brushing over his cheek (more shivers, up his scalp and down the back of his neck) before she slipped her hand between Dionysus' legs too, wrapping her fingers around his balls.
Ariadne's other hand wrapped into Dionysus' hair, tugging his head back as she smiled down at him for a moment. "You're so sexy, baby," she murmured, then descended upon his mouth with a passionate kiss.