Fumbling Towards Ecstacy
Day 6: Frotting
"Surely the tedious process of reforming yourself did not exclude your more 'adventurous' preferences?"
"Most certainly not. But I will not push my limits until I find them again."
"Now there's a phrase I never thought I'd hear from you." Sisyphus cannot help the chuckle that escapes him, even as he senses more than sees the unamused look Minos is giving him. Something about their pillow talk, reflexive as it is informative after all these years, lets the King of Greed easily picture it. "I know you've taken toys bigger than me."
"And that was after plentiful practice." He remarks, tone firm. A sigh escapes him, exhaled through nonexistent lungs. "If thou might grant me more time with this form… "
"Yes, yes, my moon." The massive husk runs a thumb across his lover's cheek, just barely there now beside the gaping void that had once been his kingly visage. "I surely hope I will not be denied admission to that particular show."
In spite of his clear exasperation, the other husk sees a shudder travel through Minos's form. The rhythm of his heart, starkly visible through his flesh, beats that much faster as he leans into the other's touch, made manifest through his own rebirth. Where the King of Greed burns like it's brutal, artificial sun, Lust's ruler is comfortingly cold.
How fitting, that they should now be the heavenly lights for a place forsaken by it.
Sisyphus leans down, his golden mass all but smothering the other king beneath him. Minos can barely get his arms around the other's shoulders, but he clutches at him anyway, like he were a steady rock in the face of the future they are now tasked with securing.
The distant sounds of Lust's nightlife are audible over gentle brushes of his lips and the scratchy caress of his beard, skimming across the void upon his face. Its usual ambient lighting, however, is not. The grand bedchambers of King Minos are now stained with the light of Sisyphus's soul; split shadows dance upon the walls as a few of his brilliantly red dreadlocks fall from over his shoulder.
Minos's hands roam his hulking form, as if greedily taking in every inch of translucent flesh. The tendrils he can now seemingly summon at will creep from that void, dripping black ichor from the tips. They trail along Sisyphus's neck, oozing darkness upon radiance. Pale fingers at last find his curls, and grasp a handful of them in a tight grip, just how he likes it.
It's good to know this part of himself hasn't changed; a debauched gasp escapes the reborn King of Greed. A heated pulse radiates outwards from where Minos tugs harshly at his hair, wrapping his fingers more around his blood-red dreadlocks.
Their hips somehow align amidst all this, pressing together in a searing, perfect line of heat. One of Sisyphus's hands finds its way between them, claws carefully wrapping around both their dicks. His palm is wide enough to engulf them both now. As his lover's moan tapers off, the other man drags another from the King of Lust as his fist gives them a gentle squeeze.
It's all he needs to start thrusting, fucking himself against Minos and into his own hand. It feels incredible, enough for him to quickly set a rough but steady pace. Beneath him, the not-often-seen sight of Lust's King panting, writhing, slowly losing himself to the pleasure.
"Ah--stars!" He gasps, with such fervor that Sisyphus can barely stifle an answering groan. "Prithee, my sunbeam… more!"
His free hand scrabbles for the pillows, talons digging into fine silk and weightless down feathers. Sisyphus shifts onto his knees, and his hips piston forward into his fist. Precum leaking from their tips slicks up their shafts and makes for an easy glide. Minos's body moves in tandem with his own, like the set of the moon and the rise of the sun.
He hears more than sees Minos's release, much sooner than he expects. His heart throbs desperately beneath his translucent flesh, the network of veins and arteries quickly broken up with streaks of pearly cum. But his heavenly moan, oh, that remains the same.
The sight alone is enough to bring Sisyphus over the brink, falling swiftly into the adherents of humanity's most innocent of sins. His rapturous cry is strong enough to shake the very walls of Minos's chambers, perhaps enough to carry out across the king's parapet and down to the streets. Perhaps it was on purpose, so that his citizens might hear him.
Greed's ruler comes back to himself slowly, taken off guard by the ferocity of his orgasm. But it's just in time to lift himself off his much smaller lover until he's resting on his side just beside him.
"If I hadn't believed you before, I would now." He comments, carefully trailing his claws across Minos's cum-speckled torso.
"Pray tell?"
"I distinctly remember your stamina being far greater than that."
Before, a comment like that would have resulted in either a playful smack to the shoulder or another round just to prove him wrong. But instead, Minos only laughs, breathless and giddy; the sound is music to his ears. He watches as his moon sinks into the mattress, hazy-minded and relaxed and at peace.
There is still so much to do, but the King of Greed knows he will do anything to preserve this budding future, within their grasp now against all odds.
"Indeed." He rolls closer to his hulking form, blissfully cool where Sisyphus is almost unbearably warm. "Fret not, my sunbeam. We hath plenty time now to bolster that."
All the time they will ever need.
