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Eros nearly groaned into the flesh of Psyche's mouth, the brush of her tongue, the heat of his body. He meant, as he always seemed to mean, for things to be slower, a passionate kiss but chaste in someways; yet as soon as this body was in his embrace he lost all thoughts of patience. All he cared about was moving his hand, helping push the jacket off, getting closer to the milky skin.

He was exceedingly glad to note that it seemed Psyche had the same thoughts, the fingers crawling at his skin, pushing his shirt up out of the way; Eros' hand moved around her back, nearly fisting in the material there to pull it from the belt's hem. He wanted, needed more of his skin, mouth moving as if it could somehow absorb the very essence of her before, panting hard, he pulled his lips away--and only his lips, to shake his head against Tobias' forehead. "Wa-wait." He nearly had to stutter the word, trying to catch his breath, "before," Eros pulled away just enough to see her eyes. "Before we continue, I need to tell you something."

Moving his hand through her hair, enjoying the texture, his eyes seemed focused on it until he looked back down, stepping in again to kiss at his neck because he was sure he was about to be hit for his confession. "I was not completely honest with you today." Eros slid his hand to the front of Tobias' shirt, pulling it up slowly, still knowing, waiting for his punishment. "April Fools." So he was expecting to be hit. The grin on his face, full of mirth and mischievous told that he would not have changed what he'd done for the world.

He could not get rid of the grin, logic told him he needed to look apologetic but he could not find it in him to do so, yet. Though Tobias stepped back, removed his hand, Eros moved his own back into his hair, letting his fingers glide through the strands. "No, I am not leaving. You are unfortunately stuck with me for my mortal life, and if we find Hebe, my immortal one as well." His voice was a husky tease and he winked, moving his hand from the soft hair to gently grasp the side of Tobias' neck.

It was better then he expected, he assumed Psyche would be mad; his mischievous jokes sometimes did not quite have the impact on others to the level that he enjoyed. Yet his hand was being moved, and his blood pumped heavy and hot in his veins as he wet his lips watching the trail move down the well dressed body. Eros nearly moved his other hand to meet the one Tobias' held in his grasp to begin undoing the snap and zipper when he was pushing away and Eros' eyes stared.

He was jolted in surprised, unable to quite comprehend what Pscyhe--or Tobias--was doing. Not until there was a sentence spoken and he saw the coat hanging from Tobias' arm.

He had invited Psyche over not only to tell her of his little prank in person, but more so because he missed her and wanted to see her. The week moved too slowly without her in it and leaving was not in the plan for the evening. Which was why he took a long stride and pressed Tobias' shoulders back hard to the door again, leg pressing between his, mouth again engulfing him. He had him pinned and had no intention of letting him leave.

This was much more preferred, he had expected a smack, a hit, a punch, even some verbal sparring, but he had hoped all in the end this would be where they would end up. He was glad he was right, and even more so that it did not take nearly as long as he had originally planned. Which was why he gladly moved his hands to pull back at his shirt, a flurry of motion to get the pressed shirt off his tensing arms and off his back to be thrown absently to the floor. He tilted his neck and let out a throaty grown with the touch of lips and a rough chin.

Eros had no intention of moving from the pinned position he had placed Psyche in and instead moved one arm, bent elbow, to rest next to her head as the other made its own trail down his body to work on the snap this time with intent to finish.

With a flick and twist of his thumb and finger it was undone and an easy jerk to slide down the zipper because as magnificent as the marks across his skin were, he needed more. He needed the weight of Tobias' in his hand because adolescent groans and fantasy's over a mobile were not enough to sate him.

Eros gladly tilted his head, nearly embracing Psyche's as he leaned into his shoulder. It seemed impossible he was standing here, pinning his wife against the door to enjoy the sins of the flesh once more; if it were all a dream he was not about to waste it.

Though he knew the sounds, had heard them over the phone, this was different, empowering. Brushing his nose over his temple, Eros' hand did not stop, but it certainly slowed as he moved to nudge Pscyhe to kiss him once again. It was a long and desired kiss, his tongue probing the inner recesses of his mouth before a small smirk and a mischief glint in his eye.

He had not been able to stop thinking about it since Tobias had made the distracted comment, he knew, understood his wife's vessel was perhaps a bit nervous of their coupling, and he had no problems with hopefully dislodging that fear. Which was why his hand stopped and both moved to pull down the boxers along with the pants still hanging loosely. He had not been able to stop dreaming of this (as Himeros would say, because he had a perverted mind) as he dropped to his knees and smirked up at him before taking him in hand again, tongue encircling and tasting the swollen flesh.

He had missed that sound; the desperate call of a voice speaking his name from the ministrations he created. Being in the mortal world in a mortal body, he had to use Roger's name, or when Roger was around, Roger was the one to have control. He could feel and experience all the same things, but there was still a disconnect that now--he got complete control, not only in the actions he made (such as the hand gladly gliding over the sculpted thigh and to grasp the naked hip) but the beautiful way Tobias' husked out his name, as if it would save him. Best of all, though it was clearly masculine, behind it was the wonderful tone of his wife, the same pattern of sounds, the elongated 'Air' of his name and breathy finish as if the 's' tone was too much. It had been a millenia since he had heard it and that was as much a thrill as anything else.

It was difficult to pull away from the tantalizing flesh, his mouth glad to offer the pleasure; but the words Psyche offered were just as mind numbing, just as exciting and as he begged Eros did pull away.

He did remain on his knees for a moment, looking up at man in front of him and wiping at his mouth with a loose fist he slowly stood to meet their gaze's equally in height. "There is nothing more that I could ever want." His hands rose up to clasp at his face, thumbs brushing the slightly stubbled skin as he looked at him seriously (though his own eyes burned with desire) "But, are you sure little butterfly? I do not want to rush either of you into something you are not prepared for." Some of the most difficult words Eros had ever had to say, but he did mean them. He did not want to have Tobias pushed too quickly, regardless of Eros' own overpowering desire to lift the other man over his shoulder to carry him to his room and have his way with him in the moonlight.

The kiss was a bit unexpected, though in no way disliked. Eros' own arms quickly wrapped around his body and the kiss was equally returned in a desperate lust. The weight and taste still lingering on his tongue did nothing to quell his own wants, only made them worse, to hear they were reciprocated in kind was a yearning all on its own.

He kissed him again, messily, hungry, sliding teeth and tongue and lips down to continue the same affections over his jaw and throat, and eventually slid a hand into the thick hair nearly cupping the back of head as Eros' nipped and sucked on the lobe of his ear before speaking husked and deep. "The bedroom is this way."

There was a smirk and glinting eyes as Tobias was following him; hands on his hips as he pulled him along as if leading watching greedily as he lost more and more clothing. Perhaps, as they made it into the bedroom he should have shut the door for Himeros' sake; but considering the state of undress only moments before in the doorway, he figured it did not matter, nor did he have the state of mind to concern himself.

It became especially true as he was pushed onto his bed and gladly leaned back, though helped with the removal of his own jeans, lifting his hips to get them off and then gladly fell back flat as Psyche's mouth slid over him.

Neck stretched, his hand mirrored Tobias' earlier action, finding and curling in the dark hair almost caressing through the strands and scalp as he worked to keep himself from jerking into his mouth. For a man inexperienced he was quite talented--there was a quick thought that perhaps it was Psyche's influence--but Eros' had little forethought to worry about it. "Gods-" he murmured, groaning deep in his chest as he ran his hand through Tobias' hair again.

As he was able to slide back, Tobias taking his cock further yet, Eros' hand began to clench and it was only a quick thought that saved his poor scalp from being painfully pulled. Instead both hands shot to the duvet, nails cutting as he did his best not to thrust and gag his lover. "Psych- Tobias- Fuck." It had not been long enough for such a powerful reaction, but he couldn't feel anything other then ecstasy by the perfect movement of his mouth.

It was almost a blessing and a curse as Psyche moved, dragging that perfect mouth up his body. There was a bitter relief with the attention on his cock, but the trail of his tongue was encouraging. His stomach shuddered, his body arched, and his hands returned to his body; one again threaded into his hair as the other ran fingertips down and up along his arm and shoulder. The closer he came the more he tilted his head to once more take his lips, only to find he stopped and Eros' eyes looked at him confused. He nearly used the leverage of his hand to pull him up further until-

"Tobias." His head fell back and he bit at his bottom lip in pleasure, straining his hips to return the action. This feeling, their sex running together was almost divine. Slipping an arm to the mattress from Tobias' skin, it gave him the leverage to move a leg and flip them, allowing him to return the favor, grinding them together.

How could his mother deny him this? How she did not see the beauty that this woman was, he could never know. He loved her and it broke his heart that his mother could not seem to understand that; and as Tobias kissed and then murmured against him, a soft affectionate brush of skin in comparison to the more deviant nature otherwise, it was a perfect contradiction and his head tilted again to claim his mouth before slowly pulling away, standing up.

He looked down and the prone form had him swallowing heavy air, wetting his lips as a hand reached out to trail down the long thigh. Running a hand through his own hair he turned to step toward the armoire, pulling out lube and a condom.

As he turned back toward him, Eros was struck, a small affectionate smile filtered across his face. The body may have been different, but the moonlight still flickered in, still dusted his skin in the same way, the innocent beautiful perfect face looking back at him. The flash of a memory and masculine lines were replaced with the soft curve of a breast, the perfect rise of a hip. She had been so terrified, stolen away by the wind, placed as a wife to a god she could not see.

His hand had reached out then, and did again, to lean and bend over her gently, kindly, tracing over the curve of the jaw. He'd whispered soft affections, told her not to be afraid. He would never hurt her. And he promised that still.

Eros' lips dropped, as his knee bent to the mattress, to kiss the skin of Tobias' stomach, hands carefully parting his thighs as he slid up the lean body. Taking Tobias' mouth in another kiss, he murmured against his lips as a free hand moved to the sensitive skin of his perineum. "Are you sure? We do not have to rush tonight."

He would not be pushy, he knew no good came out of forcing someone (unlike some of his other family members seemed to think), but when they were of a like mind, consenting, Eros saw no reason not to turn on the charm.

His power seeped from him in an almost gliding motion, almost an invisible lover all on its own. Though he had no need to make Psyche love him any further, he wanted Tobias to be comfortable, to relax and enjoy every moment. Being the god of love gave him domain over a whole gamut of human emotions and in this instance he was quite glad of them. Gently kissing him again, his lips then dropped down his jaw to rise over the swell of the bone down the valley of his neck, tongue making patterns across Tobias' throat.

With a sliding hand up his leg, fingers learning the landscape of his flesh, tips teasing the defined flesh of his hips, up his abs, chest, allowing it to move all the way over his shoulder to brace over him, Eros' lips still gently sucking on his throat.

He did all this while expertly allowing himself to cover a digit on his opposing hand in lube; it was then in a sort of synced triplicate Eros bit lightly at the flesh along the curve of Tobias' shoulder, slipping a finger into him, and pulsating power and want over them both.