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Eros' eyes nearly closed at the touch though he guided it, fighting the shudder that threatened to run down his spine as the fingers touched the still tender flesh and brushed through his hair. His gaze remained hooded as he got a hold of himself, mouth curving into a smile as he looked at the other man almost apologetically for holding on so long.

When Tobias lay back, it was an easy thing to stay propped and just look at him. His body was a lean sinew of muscles and grace, it reminded Eros of his mother's mortal consort, Adonis, and the love affair the Greeks had with the beautiful god. His eyes drank in the perfect form and caught on the hand that rested relaxed against his stomach. There was something enchanting about those hands, long fingers, groomed and smooth as if the skin had been pulled perfect taut over the bones. He would have killed for such graceful mortal hands.

Pulling his gaze away, eyes catching on the lips that were suddenly moving as he spoke, Eros' leaned back on his elbows and closed his eyes listening, imagining the pain such a thing must have caused him. Living the life many pictured in movies and books as the dream; a man of wealth and fame and sex and then to realize it was as empty as the real world said it would be and to be rejected by the people that should have loved you the most when you tried to explain that.

He knew what that was like, not from Roger, not in this new mortal life, but Aphrodite had not, refused to believe, her son's happiness could rest in a mortal girl. He had had the world, love literally bowed at his feet and he was willing to tie himself to one woman, even a mortal woman, for the sheer ecstasy she gave him. For a goddess that believed love was not so singular, it was a difficult concept to accept, even when forced too.

There were no words for him to say, it seemed Tobias had begun his own path to healing and Eros gave his own internal smile. It was a hard road to take, being alone, but he was proud Tobias was walking it. And now, if he accepted it, he would no longer have too.

The lazy smile on such a pristine face was too much, there was a reflection of Psyche in the sunned skin and a beauty unique that he was simply drawn. His body turned just enough and Eros leaned down to capture Tobias' lips in a kiss, affectionate and light regardless of the way it made his flesh raise and the connection seemed to ignite a fire in his soul.

It was meant to be short, he realized half way through he had promised Tobias it could remain a platonic lunch and yet before the sandwiches had even been unwrapped he was giving into his urges and felt, though his wife resided beneath the vessel, the very lecherous old man he had proclaimed he was not.

And yet, it was returned, skin touching, chins brushing, the short coarseness of unshaven hair causing a chill down his spine. He had been a fair faced god, unable to grow a beard unlike Zeus or the other Olympian men, it had been a strange thing to have to deal with in a mortal form, and more so deal with when kissing another man. Anteros had been as fair faced as he.

His chest curled and sung with a flurry of heady emotion and was desperate to move to slide over Tobias completely, to enjoy much more then a simple kiss, a once meant to be chaste kiss. Instead he lifted himself up, he needed to remember that Tobias was not used to such affections; he labelled himself as heterosexual and did not want to be too brash and scaring him away once again.

Eros was raising a hand to run through his hair when he was struck by the pose Tobias had remained in. It was inciting and pure all at once; it looked like the sort of slack expression he had been use to seeing on those that he had struck with an arrow and it had his heart thudding loud in his chest. Though nothing compared to when his eyes opened and caught Eros' gaze.

He saw beyond the mortal's soul, into the one that had buried herself to allow this interaction to happen naturally and he loved her all the more for it. Worst, or better yet, he was beginning to love Tobias for what he saw in his own soul. Perhaps that was an influence of his wife, but he did not care. Especially as he found his lips again occupied.

Only one other mortal had kissed him in such a way that sunk his soul into the depths of the heavens and he had little control in doing more than offering up the same passion he had given that last mortal. An arm dropped next to Tobias' head to brace himself above him, bending at the elbow to sink him back to the ground.

It was taking a much more involved turn then he had ever meant for it too, yet he couldn't find it in him to care much; his heart was attempting to burst from his chest as he was teased into a deeper kiss, head tilting to move more comfortably, elbow bending to bring him that much closer as his tongue was tentative to brush against his; invited yes, but he was still cautious.

Eros was nearly rolling down to rest rather on his elbow then his hand, ready to smother Tobias body with his own, clothes or not, park or not; he was engulfed in the taste of this man and the touch of his hair, his hand having found the dark tresses. He would have remained as such forever if he could have, but just as Tobias needed air, so did he and as his head dropped Eros remained in place, eyes closed as he breathed, a smirk crossing his features as he had to calm his heart and control his lungs.

With a chuckle his eyes opened and he looked down, raising up a little more for a bit more personal space, though did not sit up, as he spoke. "I am glad I haven't turned into a terrible kisser. Himeros made comments I was losing my touch in other ways."

Not able to hold back, he lifted a hand to brush a bent knuckle over the pinked cheek, brushing a lock of the dark hair from the stubbled jaw; smiling like mad. His fingers remained in the silkened hair, rolling a strand around them as he looked down at Tobias' adoringly.

"You are sharing a body with a god, that in of itself is a difficult task to handle. I do not blame you for it, though I will admit I panicked slightly and Himeros had to restrain me from going after you. All I had was your name, I feared I had lost you." As Tobias' hand moved over him, burying into his own hair, it was an easy thing to lean back down to press a soft kiss to his mouth. Short and sweet, for now.

"We will take this at your pace, darling. Whatever that may be."