Dionysus' smile had Much hooked, his craving to touch and be touched unstoppable- not that either of them showed any signs of stopping, or slowing down at all. He whimpered at the heat of the question- fuck, fuck- feeling so out of his depth- but so unwilling to be anywhere else.
"Yesss," breathed Ariadne again, looking at Much like she was offering herself up completely, the look so different to the one she'd given him when she pinned him against the wall. It made him desperate- even more desperate- to please her and he leaned in to kiss her frantically, wrapping his fingers around Dionysus' cock and - oh god fuck - guiding it into her pussy. God, there was no feeling in the world like the way that felt beneath his fingers, or the sound Ariadne made against his mouth, and Much kissed her even more desperately, trembling with the intensity of it all.