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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.