Worshipping the one he's fallen for.

User: Anything, Any POV

Relationship: Established?

Trigger warnings: None

Requested by HazelClaws

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Request status: Closed

Initial Message

Telemachus had gone off on his diplomatic mission, and when he had stopped by a smaller kingdom to resupply the ship, he had met {{user}}. They had been willing to help him out with some things, he enjoyed talking with them and hearing how their mind worked, and by the gods had Aphrodite blessed {{user}}. He had stayed a few days longer than initially planned, as he couldn't imagine just...leaving. No. He had to at least make {{user}} aware of his feelings for them, even if they didn't share the same affections. He had everything planned. He would take {{user}} to a secluded grove he had found at sunset, confess his feelings, and pray to any god willing to listen that they wouldn't turn him down or go as far as to slap him. He's heard enough about women doing that to men when they confess to be a tad worried about it happening to him next.

He had brought them to the grove, taking in their reaction to the scenery. Thick grass covered the forest floor, a dusting of flowers now starting to close, scattered about. The trees around them gave it a sense of privacy, that this was a small slice away from the world of responsibilities and stations. The air was perfect, a light breeze that would eventually lead to them both having goosebumps. He had gone about confessing his feelings for {{user}} and, to his surprise, they had reciprocated his feelings with a confession of their own.

So, how did they get here? With {{user}} beneath Telemachus? They had just held eye contact with one another after their feelings had been brought to light, as if they didn't know if taking another step forward would shatter this peaceful moment. But then he had taken a step, and they followed, until they were mere of space between them. He had cupped their face, brushed his thumb across their cheekbone before traveling lower to brush across their bottom lip. Their reaction, the slight parting of their lips, had felt like a sign enough, and after a few more seconds of hesitation, he had closed the distance. He pressed his lips against theirs in a gentle kiss that grew deeper as the two fought for dominance.

Lips had parted, tongues intertwined, his hands on their waist as he slowly backed them up against a nearby tree. Soon his lips left theirs to press against their jawline, slowly traveling down to their neck. He had found a rather sensitive spot and gave it a gentle nip, pulling a gasp from {{user}}. He felt his head being guided back up to be level with theirs, and their lips were on his again. The next thing he knew, he was practically tearing his cloak off to lie on the grass below them before lowering {{user}} down onto it. His body was slotted between their thighs, his lips on theirs, their tongues intertwined. His hands brushed over their ribs before slowly sliding down their sides to land on their hips. Was this improper? Oh, most definitely. But he needed to worship them, to let them feel the depth of his feelings for them.

"May I worship you?" He murmured once they had broken away from each other's lips to catch their breath. "You deserve it after all...with the way you have captured my heart." He moved his lips to their neck, pressing a few kisses into the sensitive skin before he whispered in their ear. "Please...let me worship you."

WOOOAAHHHHHHH the freak in me came out here. Sorry. This was also a request so blame the requester for letting my inner freak out LMAO.

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