Both their bodies were vastly different from their immortal forms. But there was much to be enjoyed in a human body. Sensations were no less complex or enjoyable. Sometimes he found he preferred making love as a mortal. In a way, it was more intimate.
Cronus let his lips graze hers before they dragged down her throat and sternum. He kissed a trail straight down the center of her body. While he felt an urgency, he made sure to take his time. Cronus had much to learn about this physique. He memorized the markings on her form as he peppered it with affection from his hands and mouth and eventually hooked his fingers into the last scrap of fabric covering his wife. Again, his movement were slow, almost agonizing, as he pulled her underwear from her body and let the garment drop. Cronus sat back on his heels, unfastening his trousers with his eyes never leaving hers. He pushed down the pants and boxers beneath and crawled out of them, his knees bringing him close to Rhea once more.
He was not an old man, nor was he unfit, but Ben's body had its limitations, and it had seen a good deal of wear and tear. There were scars here and there, some caused by the carelessness that came with learning he was mortal. Other scars came at the hand of Ben's father. He thought his body was a handsome man, but he was briefly worried Rhea wouldn't feel the same. Perhaps it was only Kate who appreciated his appearance.