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Despite how surprised he is to start, Hypnos melts into his lips, dropping his gifts and letting them float to the ground. Emboldened, Zagreus brings a hand to gently cup his face before deepening the kiss.

It’s everything Zagreus dreamed of, and more. Hypnos’ mouth is as soft as the cloak he wears around his shoulders, plush as the velvet of the sleeper chaise he gifted him, sweet as the first sip of Ambrosia sitting in his mouth, before it makes its way down his throat all intoxicating and smooth. Hypnos’ answering squeak causes desire to flare low and heavy in his belly, but before he can do anything about it, the Sleep God places his palm flat against Zagreus’ chest, before gently pushing him away.

Zagreus frowns, a little petulant, but his disappointment isn’t too severe that he feels the need to chase the withdrawing touch, instead managing to stay perfectly still.

Which is in part because the picture of Hypnos in front of him is more than enough to satisfy him. He looks delightful , with his chest heaving slightly and his lips shining with spit. 

“I- I- I am so confused right now!”

“Really?” Zagreus quirks an eyebrow, humour colouring his voice. “I thought I made things pretty obvious.”

“No it’s just-” Hypnos splays his hands, eyes narrowing. “I thought you didn’t like me! You- you said that-”

“I was wrong. Or I suppose I erm- didn’t like you back then? But I- I do like you now, Hypnos. I know that for certain. I’m…assuming you feel the same way? I realise I was pretty impulsive in- er, just now. If you don’t, then we can just forget about th-”

“No!” Hypnos blurts, grabbing Zagreus’ hands and bringing them up to press to his chest, slightly to the left of his sternum. He can faintly feel the god’s heartbeat hammering far too fast. Zagreus thinks it might be beating in time to his own pulse right now. 

“I feel the same way! Whoo , you have no idea how much- Aha I mean, I tried really hard to get over my feelings, but I just- couldn’t! And you- this is just so - Wow! So great!”

Zagreus laughs, snaking his arms around to clutch Hypnos’ back, and shifting forward onto his toes so he can press his forehead against Hypnos’ (Now that the God of Sleep isn't floating and is standing relatively unslouched, Zagreus realises that he’s actually a little taller than Thanatos). 

“Couldn’t agree more, mate.”

And oh, how wonderful it is to finally sate his constant desire to get close to him. It’s like his soul has finally settled in his body– now that he’s so close to Hypnos’ own. Like before it had been thrashing for the chance to hold him, clawing at the restraints of his immortal flesh. 

“In fact-” Hypnos flushes a little, impish smile spreading across his cheeks. “I would actually, kind of like it if we did that again?”

Zagreus grins. “Oh? Then your wish is my command, O’ Sleep.” 

And this time it's Hypnos who leans down to brush their lips together. This kiss is a lot slower than the other, which had been almost clumsy because of Zagreus’ desperation. 

It starts off pretty chaste at first, until Zagreus starts licking into Hypnos’ mouth with fervour, and Hypnos explores his own mouth in return, languid and casually sensual in a way that’s so very him it makes Zagreus’ stomach flip and his length harden. 

It seems that Hypnos is just as stricken with need as he is, for when they part for air, Hypnos immediately begins pressing kisses to Zagreus’ jaw. He steadies himself by circling an arm around Zagreus’ waist and uses the other to grip his hair and tilt his head back, before moving lower to suck at his neck, biting the skin before soothing it with his tongue. The action goes right to Zagreus’ groin, and he just barely refrains from bucking his hips. 

“Hypnos.” Zagreus groans, clinging onto Hypnos’ back for dear life. Then he remembers something.

He firmly grips Hypnos’ shoulders and pulls away– enough that it makes the other god pause his ministrations. 

“What- what’s wrong, Zag? Did I do something?”

“No, no.” He carefully cards his fingers through Hypnos’ curls, taking a moment to collect and restrain himself, because they need to have this conversation before they do anything.  “We should probably talk about this though. About us.”

“Oh!” Hypnos ducks his head, looking sheepish. “Gosh, you’re right! Guess I got a little carried away there. So uhm- what did you want to talk about…?”

“I just want to make sure we’re on the same page about this relationship. Do you- I mean, I’d like to be together. Be your boyfriend- or lover, or partner- whichever you prefer. But if you want something different from this- From me , then I’d like to know.”

Hypnos flusters, cheeks becoming brushed with that lovely golden colour. 

“Nope! I’d like that as well. Being- together . I’d like that a lot , actually. And you can- you can call me whatever you want! As long as you have a ‘ my ’ in front of it you know, haha .

Ohh, fff-fuck.

Blood and darkness, Zagreus is so horny he’s light-headed, but he bravely forges on with a swallow nonetheless. 

“ Ah. Yes that’s- Er- s-sounds agreeable to me.” He stutters weakly. “But- you know I’m already with Meg and Than. So, any problems with that? Or questions?” 

Hypnos’ eyes widen with guilt and he gasps. “I forgot about that! Oh Zag, I don’t want to come between you and them! Are they- what if they’re not okay with this?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve already asked them! They are completely fine with it! Actually, I’m fairly certain Megaera was going to kick my ass if I didn’t make a move on you sooner.” That’s the understatement of the century. Kicking his ass is how she flirts . She probably would’ve done a lot worse. 

“Oh.” Hypnos worries his lip. “They both agreed? Even Than?”

“Even Than.” Zagreus confirms, squeezing his hand. “The question is, are you okay with it?”

Hypnos considers it before replying.

“Yeah, I think so. I mean, with them two. I don’t know if- you’re not dating anyone else, right? But if you wanted to, in the future, I think I’d probably want to- talk about it first? I might not be the biggest fan of that idea yet.” 

“Of course. That’s completely reasonable. And I don’t have any issues with you dating anyone else, as long as you let me know beforehand. After all, it isn’t exactly fair if I’m allowed three partners, but you can only have one.” He simpers at his own joke, but Hypnos just stares at him blankly, and he stops, embarrassed. 

“Ahem. Are you with anybody else currently? I remember you mentioned you had a fling with Lord Dionysus in the past. Is that…anything anymore?”

Hypnos looks away, an almost mournful look stealing onto his face. Zagreus feels a pang of guilt. Should he not have mentioned it? Is it a sensitive subject or something?

“No. You’re my first relationship in a long time, haha.”

“Hope I’m worth the wait then.”

“Ohh boy , you have no idea. But uhm.” He looks a little lost for words, like he’s contemplating whether or not he should tell Zagreus, but he continues anyway “Maybe the thing with Dio… Dionysus isn’t completely over? I don’t really know. But just in case something does happen- I guess you know now. That’s pretty much the only thing you’d need to worry about. I mean the only other thing I can think of is-” Hypnos winces, gaze dropping to the ground. “Uh- very, very done. You definitely don’t have to worry about that one! That ship…it hasn’t just sailed, why, I think it’s just about halfway across the world by now, hahaha ! 

Zagreus’ eyebrows knit in consternation. “You don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to.”

“Yeah, but I know all about your past dating history. Not that there’s much in the first place!” Ow. So he’s only ever been with two people. There’s only so many dating options down here! Besides, quality over quantity, or however the saying goes. “It’s only fair you know about mine!”

He’s not wrong. It feels like there’s so much Zagreus doesn’t know about Hypnos. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a burning desire to learn more. So even though he kind of (desperately) wants to move on to other things right now, if Hypnos wants to tell him, he can’t begrudge him that. He’s waited this long, and he can certainly wait a bit longer.

At least, that’s what he tells his dick, which had managed to flag a bit but not enough to stop being so insistent on being noticed. 

“...Alright. If you’re sure.”

Hypnos unceremoniously pulls them both to sit onto the grassy floor. He loops his arm through Zagreus’, leaning into him so Zagreus’ head rests on his shoulder. He then dramatically clears his throat. 

Zagreus can’t help but smile softly at that. Hypnos’ theatrics are some of his most endearing features. 

“Well…This was a loong time ago. Right around when Than first started working! Why, I don’t think you were even born yet!”

Oh yeah. Zagreus always forgets the twins are more than a couple years older. It always felt to him like they grew up together. “I uhm- I got pretty lonely hanging around the House by myself, so I decided to explore the surface for a bit. I mean, you already know that part! But in that time I…met someone. A mortal. En-Endymion.”

Hypnos says that name like it physically hurts him. Like it was a struggle to wrangle his tongue enough to form the word.

Now Zagreus is quite familiar with relationships ending poorly, but whatever happened with them must have been rough . 

“We were just friends- at first at least. But wouldn’t you know it, I developed a bit of a crush! And well, he said he didn't feel the same way, but we still kind of- fooled around? Experimented? I don’t know, but we were close! Or at least, I thought we were. But I was pretty young and dumb so…maybe I was wrong. Uhm. But then he caught the eye of another goddess. I don’t know if you know her. Selene? Moon Incarnate? She’s technically a Titaness actually, but yeah, they hit it off. And uhm- he didn't really have time for me after that. We still did stuff, but it felt more like he was satisfying an urge rather than actually putting in the effort to be with me.”

Hypnos sighs, bringing his knees up to rest his chin on. “Not that it ever really was- he was always kind of- flippant? About it. But by the end it was kind of like he was just, I don’t know, checking off that annoying chore he got saddled with off the list.”

“Ah.” Zagreus rubs one of Hypnos’ shoulders in an effort to comfort him. “That sounds pretty horrible. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

“Oh!” Hypnos’ face twists into a little, self-deprecating smile. “But I haven’t even gotten to the worst part yet!” 

Zagreus blinks, unsure how to reply to that. Luckily, Hypnos doesn’t seem to be looking for an answer, and instead continues talking.

“Well one night he came to me asking for a…favour. He and Selene, they had been discussing and- well he wanted to be immortal. And they had figured out a way, but it involved, uhm- it involved me putting him to sleep. Forever .” Hypnos laughs, short and nervous. “As you can imagine I was not too keen on that idea. Forever is a long time, right? And just so they could be together? I guess I had managed to convince myself that we were together, but he was pretty quick to remind me that I actually didn’t really mean much to him at all . He had some uhm, choice words about my- clinginess? Abandonment issues? I don’t even remember, Hahaha . But he also said that if I actually loved him I’d do this for him.”

“Did you…do it?” Zagreus asks tentatively.

“Of course. I did love him. How could I refuse the one thing he ever asked of me?”

Zagreus hums in acknowledgment, lightly kissing Hypnos’ brow. “I’m assuming this Endymion is asleep to this day then?”

“Yep! I could find his mind in Dream right now, if I wanted to. I definitely won't , but I could .” 

“Well for what it’s worth,” Zagreus gently takes Hypnos’ chin to make him look straight at him. He takes a moment to simply stare into those eyes, to acknowledge the vulnerability hidden in Hypnos’ unsteady gaze. “He messed up. I mean, I’m sure Lady Selene is lovely, but you- ” Zagreus sucks in a breath “You’re more beautiful than I could ever hope to describe. You’re- the brightest light I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes upon- and I’ve actually seen the sun now!”

Hypnos blushes furiously and makes a low noise of protest, but Zagreus continues with a shake of his head. “I’m serious! Your radiance shines through gloriously in every part of you. Through your smile, your laugh, your- your hair and your eyes- All of it. You deserve far better than how he treated you.”

Hypnos stares at him dumbly, a small squeak escaping his lips. “Y-you don’t mean that Zag! I’m sure there’s a bunch of other people down here who are waaay better eye candy than me, haha. I mean- my twin’s probably more beautiful. And Megaera, or any of the Fury sisters, and what about Achilles- or even-”

Zagreus shuts him up with a gentle kiss.

“I mean it. They’re great and all, don’t get me wrong, but so are you . I- I love you, Hypnos. I hope me saying that is alright. It’s admittedly quite early, but it’s the truth…” He trails off when he notices Hypnos’ expression. He looks like he’s about to cry- or no, scratch that, he is crying. Zagreus' eyes widen with concern, and he mentally curses himself.

Blood and darkness, he upset him, why did he say that?? Damn his forwardness and his bloody impulses. He rushes to apologise. 

“Blast, I’m sorry Hypnos, I didn’t mean to offend you or-”

“No!” Hypnos stops him with a watery laugh. “No, Zag, it’s alright!” 

He wipes away his tears, smiling softly.  “I- I love you too.”

“Glad to hear! It would be a bit awkward if it was only me.”

Hypnos giggles. “Idiot.”

He throws his arms around Zagreus’ neck and catches his lips in a fierce but brief kiss, the force of it toppling them backwards, so Zagreus is lying with his back to the grass and Hypnos is almost chest-to-chest with him, legs either side of Zagreus’ own. Zagreus huffs with good humour, reaching out to hold Hypnos’ hips to keep him stable.

But once his hands meet the clothed skin, he’s rendered silent immediately.

For in this new position, thick tension sparks between them in heady waves, and his body thrums with heat in response.

They’re both staring directly into each other’s eyes, and Zagreus feels a blush bloom on his cheek from the naked want glinting in Hypnos’ hungry gaze, and from his slight panting– interrupted by the slow licking of his lips. He’s suddenly hyper aware of Hypnos’ weight on his crotch, and how good it would feel if he tilted his hips just ever so slightly upwards.

He succumbs to the impulse, dragging Hypnos up first so their groins meet when he bucks up. Zagreus relishes in the breathy gasp it draws out of Hypnos as well as the feeling of Hypnos hardening against him. 

He can barely contain the litany of words (swears mostly, along with a couple desperate pleads and promises) that want to escape his mouth, because this is exactly what he’s been wishing for. Well maybe not exactly what he imagined–

Nectar in the lounge, teasing over his death, Hypnos in his lap –

but this is infinitely better, because it’s real . Because no matter what happens, even if they never get past kisses and teasing, he’ll be finally appreciating Hypnos in the way he deserves. Zagreus will be loving him, in any way he accepts. This is the answer to the question he asked oh-so long ago; (a few days ago, in actuality), on how their relationship could be more, and what he could do to deserve it. He’s so giddy he feels like might explode, and the feeling has manifested in a ridiculous, shit-eating grin.

With a sly smirk, and as if to get revenge, Hypnos starts kissing him insistently again, grinding down into Zagreus’ still covered and aching length. 

“ Oh, fuck!” Zagreus is unable to hold back this curse, tipping his head back. “Hyp- nos .” 

His grip on Hypnos’- on his lover’s hips tightens. “Y-you have plenty of time until your next shift, right?”

“Sure do!” Hypnos says, between the little nips and kisses he’s peppering on the throat Zagreus had oh-so helpfully bared. “Why, have you got an idea how we can spend it?” Oh, he’s such a fucking tease . Zagreus needs to wreck this man immediately . 

“Oh, you could say that. I don’t suppose you want to take this elsewhere? This grass is quite itchy.”

“Mm. I don’t usually shift with another person- too much effort, yaknow? But I suppose I could make an exception, just this once. Looks like it’s your lucky day, huh Zag?”

Hypnos changes his hold on Zagreus, and the world suddenly tilts, his vision going black for a moment before the backdrop of his bedroom bleeds in.

They’re in the exact same position as before, with Hypnos sitting pretty on top of his crotch and Zagreus lying on his back, but that doesn’t stop the wave of nausea that overcomes him. His stomach twists in protest, and he valiantly manages to not throw up.

He doesn’t understand how everyone else can handle constantly teleporting places. Hypnos’ warm weight on top of Zagreus helps ground him enough for his brain to catch up with his body and for him to remember that oh right, I’m incredibly turned on right now . 

“You alright Zag? You look a little pale. Paler than usual, I mean, haha !” Hypnos rests one hand next to Zagreus’ head, causing him to bend closer to Zagreus’ chest. His other hand strokes through his hair, pausing briefly to adjust his laurel which had managed to go askew. The dulcet tone is caring, but there’s a teasing lilt to it that– coupled with the spark of desire in those lidded eyes, causes Zagreus to shiver. He smiles at him, lazy and wide. “Why, can the big, bad Prince of Hell not handle a little shifting? We can always do this another time, you know.” 

And the familiarity of the taunting settles something in Zagreus; a lingering curl of worry buried in his chest that Hypnos was upset with him for ignoring him- or some other reason Zagreus has yet to pick up on. 

But in Hypnos’ words, he can recognise the genuine question. Do you still want to continue? . Zagreus’ hands wander upwards, grabbing the edges of Sleep’s cloak and slipping it off his shoulders. He tosses it aside and runs his hands over Hypnos’ lean arms. He traces over the freckles, glowing at the realisation that he’s currently living out one of his long held fantasies.

The Fates really are kind sometimes. 

“Hah, I’m fine. I never utilise the spontaneous forms of transportation you lot are fond of, so it’s a little jarring, is all.”

“Oh that’s a shame! Have you tried getting used to it? That would probably make it more bearable!” Hypnos says this while rocking his hips, deft fingers unbuckling Zagreus’ pauldrons before he leans even further down to catch Zagreus’ lips with his own. Zagreus kisses back eagerly, hand grasping the front of Hypnos’ chiton to pull him closer.

Hypnos’ hand, now free of its previous task, sneaks down to roam over Zagreus’ chest and thumb the exposed nipple. The action sends jolts of pleasure arcing through Zagreus’ veins and he moans sharply. Hypnos swallows the moans with a pleased hum, rolling the pebbled nub between his fingers. Hypnos then reaches down even further to try and pull off Zagreus' belt, but he fumbles with the clasp, so Zagreus reluctantly lets go of Hypnos to help him get it off.

He takes it and his greaves off in hurried motions, both carelessly tossed to rot in some forgotten corner of his room. By the time he’s done that, Hypnos has taken off his gorget– an action Zagreus is sad to have missed– and has grabbed his face to lock their lips together again. After a bit of heated kissing, where Zagreus bites Hypnos’ lower lip and draws a stuttered whimper out of him, Hypnos gets off him to tear the rest of Zagreus’ clothes off, until the only thing he’s wearing is his leggings and laurel. 

Hypnos’ piercing eyes rake over his bare chest, and Zagreus feels himself redden when Hypnos whistles appreciatively and settles back on top of him. 

“Like what you see?” Zagreus asks breathily, arching his back to pop out his chest and show off even more.

“Oh absolutely! ” Hypnos purrs, squeezing one of Zagreus’ biceps with one hand and kneading his pec with the other “I’m surprised you can die so much with these muscles, hahaha ! Who do I have to thank for such an exquisite figure?”

“Me, of course. I worked hard for this, you know! And Achilles I suppose, considering he was the one who trained me and everything.” 

“Then I’ll make sure Achilles has a very nice dream waiting for him the next time he sleeps!”

Zagreus hums in acknowledgment. “And what about me?” He slips a hand under Hypnos’ chiton, tracing his sinfully soft thighs until he reaches the sensitive inner flesh, just shy of brushing at his erection. He delights in the shiver he gets in return. “What thanks do I get?” 

Hypnos’ smile gets even bigger, all lax and predatory. Then slowly, torturously slowly, he pulls his chiton up and over his head, dropping it to the side. This time it's Zagreus’ turn to watch Hypnos reverently.

Because what a sight Hypnos is. His imagination doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing. Hypnos’ willowy frame is further amplified by his flat chest, which is dotted with freckles the same as his arms and face, and slightly tinged gold from his blushing–which is adorable, by the way. He’s all delicious straight angles, soft in all the right places and lean in the others. He’s got the thinnest of happy trails leading to snow white pubes and his dick - well Zagreus hasn’t seen all that many, but he’s certain it’s one of the prettiest out there.

What it lacks in thickness it makes up in length, curving slightly to the left and standing proud. The head is flushed a beautiful dark purple, and is already weeping pre-come. As much as he’s fantasized about Hypnos riding him, at this moment, he would very much like to ride Hypnos’ dick. At the very least suck it. His mouth is watering copiously, but he manages to speak. 

“Your grand gift is you ? Little narcissistic, don’t you think, mate?”

Hypnos quirks an eyebrow. “Are you teasing me, Prince? Are you teasing me with your tits out?” He twists one of Zagreus’ nipples, hard and Zagreus yelps.

It hurts , and the sensation floods him with pleasure, arousal causing his cock to throb even more. Still, he acts offended.

“Yours are out too, you minx!”

He hooks his arms around Hypnos’ neck, and rolls them around, so that Hypnos is beneath him. Hypnos laughs, delighted, and writhes under him in a fruitless attempt to escape.

Zagreus holds him down firmly by the shoulders before latching a mouth around one of his nipples. Now it's Hypnos who’s yelping, jolting sharply before going limp under him. He groans as Zagreus sucks and laps mercilessly, taking his time before switching to the other to give it the same treatment, though not without using one of his hands to continue the other’s torture. 

“Fuck, you pinning me down should not be this attractive.” Hypnos whimpers, arching into Zagreus’ suckling mouth. Zagreus files that information away for later use. Perhaps they may take a foray into bondage some other day. Hypnos’ hands start scrabbling at his back, and he whines from overstimulation. Finally, Zagreus grants him mercy, and pops off his chest with a lewd noise. 

“Learnt your lesson yet?”

“Definitely. No sassing the Prince of Hell. Or he will suck your tits like a dehydrated super baby.” He smiles in a way that tells Zagreus he’s absolutely planning on doing it again, but Zagreus doesn’t mind because that smile also happens to turn his stomach to liquid. 

“Now get up here, sweetheart. We’ve got things to do!”

Zagreus actually whimpers at the term of endearment, and he eagerly shimmies up to smash his mouth against Hypnos’. 

“Gods, Hypnos.” Zagreus pants. “You’re so fucking hot.” 

The god in question flicks his nose. “You’re one to talk, Mr. Fire Feet! You’re like a- a sexy furnace!”

Zagreus laughs, resting his chin against the other god’s sternum. “I’m not too warm then?”

“Gosh, not at all!” Hypnos chirps. “You’re absolutely perfect, Zag! But you know…” He tugs Zagreus closer by the hair, until he’s whispering directly into his ear. “I bet you’d feel even better inside me.”

Zagreus’ pupils widen, and his already straining erection twitches in interest. He palms the tent in his leggings, nodding so vigorously he nearly gives himself whiplash. He’s so fucking hard there’s a growing wet spot on his leggings, and he desperately needs to pull it off before he actually combusts. 

“Sounds- sounds like a plan!” 

And finally he sits up, still on top of Hypnos and wriggles out of his pants, kicking them aside. The feeling of the cold air hitting his erection is unfathomably good, and he can’t help but sigh at the freedom. 

“Oh wow! Your cock looks just like you!”

This draws a startled laugh out of Zagreus. “Excuse me?”

“Like, it’s a pretty average length , but it’s really beefy! That’s a compliment by the way. Can I suck it?”

“You just called me short and now you’re asking to put my dick in your mouth?” Zagreus snorts, shaking his head. “Go ahead.” 

He lifts up so Hypnos can wriggle out from under him, and with some careful repositioning, Hypnos is propped up on his elbows and has his face between Zagreus’ legs. He places a few kisses on his inner thigh, before looking up at Zagreus.

“I haven’t done this in a while, so tell me if this is good, okay?”

And then, like an absolute madman, he swallows his cock to the root in one go .

Zagreus cries out, bucking his hips involuntarily from the sudden stimulation. The wet heat of Hypnos’ mouth, his tongue laving over him in evil motions, the tightness of his throat around Zagreus’ head- it’s all so much , and absolutely incredible.

Fuck, how is Hypnos so good at this? He feels like his brain is leaking out of his cock.

The pleasure mounts quickly, and his legs shake as Hypnos starts sucking with such zeal and enthusiasm he’s rendered unintelligible. Hypnos pulls back to lap at the head, taking into hand and stroking what is no longer covered. When he presses his tongue into the slit, Zagreus moans loudly, hand reaching out to grasp Hypnos’ hair. 

Incensed, Hypnos doubles his efforts, pumping the whole thing in and out of his mouth. He cups Zagreus balls and rolls them in his hand, before swallowing his dick back in his throat and hollowing his cheeks.

Zagreus looks down at the sight of Hypnos between his legs, and nearly faints. He looks obscene with his lips stretched on his dick and shining with spit. And the look he’s giving him- It’s not deliberately sexy or lewd, but his eyes are wide and glittering with devotion , shining with unadulterated adoration that’s strong enough to make him crumple back and whimper Hypnos’ name. Zagreus feels his peak barreling towards him, and he stops his babblings of curses to try and warn him. “H-Hyp- nos , I’m- Fuck, I’m close!”

Hypnos gives him a thumbs up in acknowledgment but does not cease his ministrations, instead sucks even harder, somehow . When his eyes meet Zagreus’ he blinks warmly, and that gesture is what pushes him over the edge.

His orgasm hits him like a fucking chariot. His vision actually whitens for a few seconds, and he’s pretty sure he’s died and is about to be reformed by the Styx. The thing that draws him back to the present is the insistent pleasure of someone still suckling his cock.

Hypnos has not pulled off, but he has been swallowing each spurt of cum, humming with delight. Zagreus groans and collapses onto his back, legs trying in vain to snap shut, and Hypnos readjust accordingly, never once taking his mouth of his cock. When Hypnos shows no signs of stopping, even after Zagreus’ pleasure has crested and is now falling on the side of painful, he reaches his hand down to gently pull him off his dick before letting it fall onto the bed. 


Hypnos sits up, grinning. He gives Zagreus a sly look and wipes his mouth. “Huh. looks like I’m not that rusty after all.”

“Where-” Zagreus breathes heavily, hiding his face in his hands “-In all the hells, did you learn to give a blowjob like that.”

“Lord Dionysus!” He chirps merrily, sounding pleased. “He’s a cocksucking champion . I’m nowhere near his level though. I wish I was as good as him.”

“No- no need! I think you’d suck my soul out if you got any better.” 

Hypnos snorts “Maybe!” Then, tacked on like an afterthought, “You taste good, you know.” 

Ohh, Fuckk. 

Zagreus doesn’t know whether to thank or curse his godly stamina, because those words alone have his dick standing up again. What is he supposed to do now, not fuck him? After he said something like that?

He peeks through his fingers to see that Hypnos is practically salivating at his hardening cock. It seems he’s having a similar train of thought to him, because he speaks again, eyes still fixed on him. 

“Well look who’s back in the game! Looks like you can fuck me now!” 

“Looks like it!” Zagreus agrees, sitting up, a bit woozy from all the blood rushing to his groin. Blood and Darkness, he wants that so badly he can hardly think. He reaches over to his bedside table, rummaging through the drawer until he closes over a vial of oil. 

Zagreus moves back and kisses Hypnos gently, before hoisting him by the waist and pulling him into his lap. Hypnos keens at the show of strength, and he grinds his length into Zagreus’ own. They both hiss at that sensation, and Zagreus moves his hands down to part Hypnos’ cheeks, thumbing over his fluttering hole. 

“You want me in here, Hyp?” 

“Well, duh . That is what fucking me entails. But I like the nickname!” 

Zagreus clicks his tongue and frowns, though he’s secretly pleased at the praise. “I think you can ask a little nicer than that.”

Hypnos glares at him, rocking his hips forward. “Can you pretty, pretty please stick your amazing, thick dick into my tragically empty asshole?”

Zagreus rolls his eyes fondly, but allows it. He unstoppers the vial and pours some oil onto his fingers, warming it by rubbing it between them.

“I’ve missed this, you know. Our banter. I was so worried when you disappeared all of a sudden. Though I think I probably deserved it. I- shouldn’t have ignored you like that, not for any reason. If it’s any consolation, I was busy. Busy running around getting permission to court you, and getting you those gifts.” 

He slowly inserts his fingers into Hypnos’ hole. Hypnos sighs at the sensation, grinding down as Zagreus moves past the first and then second knuckle. He’s already pretty loose from sheer arousal, so Zagreus won’t need to pump his fingers for long to get him ready. 

“You got those flowers for me as a courting gift? O-oh, wow! Well in that case- ah that’s good- you’re doubly forgiven! I mean, I already forgave you and everything, but you’re extra forgiven now! And uhm- I probably shouldn’t have left you all high and dry like that, back then, either. Would you- ohh, gods!- Would you forgive me?”

“Of course I will.”

Zagreus is pretty much done stretching him now, but he lingers for a bit, crooking his fingers into that one spot in Hypnos that makes him light up. Hypnos cries out, a spurt of precome dribbling out of his dick. 

“Here?” Zagreus murmurs, petting the gland. 

“Y-yes! So good, Zag. So good!” 

He withdraws his fingers, and Hypnos chases the touch, but soon enough he invites him to hover over his dick with a gesture. Hypnos scrambles to raise his hips above it, and then presses down slowly, Zagreus’ tip pushing past that tight ring of muscles to sink home. They both groan almost simultaneously, and Zagreus grounds his hips, slipping in a little bit more. 

“Alright?” Zagreus checks in, pressing kisses to Hypnos’ jaw and the side of his neck.

“Completely!” Hypnos responds, before sinking down until Zagreus is completely hilted. Hypnos moans shrilly, and Zagreus’ grip on Hypnos turns almost bruising from the sudden sensation. Gods, he’s so tight. Zagreus is going to die. Neither of them move for a bit, and the room is silent except for their heavy breathing.

Then, Hypnos starts rolling his hips a little, writhing on his cock in a way that draws embarrassing noises out of the both of them.

“Blood and Darkness . I dreamt of this, you know. You on my lap. Crying out my name, begging for more.”

Hypnos’ wriggling slows to a stop. “Oh yeah...aha, about that-” He averts his eyes, embarrassed. “Uhm. That was- I didn’t mean for you to get a dream like that. That was Morpheus! One of my Oneroi. He sent you that dream.”

Ah so he had been sent the dream, just not by Hypnos. That’s good, because he had felt so bad about it earlier. Not that he thinks Hypnos would’ve minded the dream anymore, even if it was Zagreus ’ fault. Seeing as he’s literally seated on his cock right now.

“Hey don’t worry about it. I liked it, didn’t I? No harm, no foul.”

“Well that is a relief. Hey, maybe we can recreate it one day, huh?”

And something about his words causes an idea to form in Zagreus’ lust-addled mind; a wicked way to get back at Hypnos for his earlier teasings. He firmly grasps Hypnos’ hips, so that he’s unable to move in the slightest while Zagreus still has a free range of motion, before posing a question as mildly as possible.

“Say, you’ve mentioned the Oneroi before, but you never explained much about them. They’re a part of Oneiros, right? Did you create them or something?”

Zagreus asks this while grinding his hips up in a subtle motion, enough to affect Hypnos but not enough to provide any meaningful stimulation. 

“Uh, k-kinda? It’s complicated. I can explain it lat- ah !” He falters with a gasp when Zagreus makes a particularly adventurous thrust, but his efforts to rock back into him are thwarted by Zagreus’ unyielding grip. 

“Oh but we can’t talk about it later, I’ll forget!” Zagreus responds innocently. “Go on, keep talking. I can wait.”

Hypnos furrows his eyebrows, trying his best to wrench out of his hold, but when he realises that Zagreus is being serious he lets out a little frustrated noise and continues unsteadily. “Well, s-since I’m the Incarnation of sleep, my essence has been around w-way before…”

He swallows, eyes snapping shut as Zagreus makes little movements, feigning enraptured listening.  “...before I formed a consciousness. After I was bo- rn , a-ah shit! ” Zagreus had started sucking at his neck– biting and lapping at the forming bruises– and lightly stroking his straining cock simultaneously. “Th-there was some left -over! A-and it formed them!” 

“Oh really? That’s quite interesting.” Through some miracle his voice does not reveal how affected he is, and he manages to come off as casual, if not a little hoarse. He rolls his hips, no doubt jostling his cock where it’s lodged in Hypnos.

“So would you consider them more your siblings or children then?”

“ Zagreus. ” Hypnos whines petulantly, clawing at the sheets. “You have a whole god on your dick and this is what you’re concerned about?”

Zagreus grins, moving one hand up to play with Hypnos’ nipple. Seeing the other god flustered and wrecked before he even does anything is worth his own frustration. “Of course. What else would you have me do?”

“You know what! If you don’t fuck me right now I’ll go to sleep and get a dream version of you to do it.” Hypnos punctuates this threat by poking a finger into his ribs.

Zagreus chuckles, moving his hands to hold Hypnos’ waist before he carefully sits up on his knees, and lets the other god fall onto his back. Zagreus takes Hypnos’ legs and hikes one over his shoulder, holding the other near his waist. 

“There’s no need for that.” He pulls out until only the head of his dick is inside and holds it like that for a few seconds.

“I’ll do whatever you want, my love.” With that he drives back in with one smooth, powerful motion.

Hypnos cries out, twisting the sheets under his hands and letting out a string of curses profane enough to make a sailor blush. There’s no pause before he draws back out and slams back in, setting a steady rhythm. Zagreus hisses at the friction, the feeling of Hypnos’ walls hugging him each time he thrusts back in.

The pleasure of it is indescribable, and it causes a blanket of bliss to envelop his mind, fogging his thoughts and blurring the edges of his focus, until the only thing he can compute is the burning pleasure, his need to satisfy his partner, and Hypnos, moaning under him. After a bit of this steady pounding, Hypnos reaches up to squeeze one of Zagreus’ nipples, trying to get his attention.

“C’mon, harder! I thought all that Hydra-slaying was supposed to make you strong!” 

Zagreus huffs but complies, pushing Hypnos’ other leg over his shoulder and setting a punishing pace. At this new angle, with Hypnos nearly folded in half, Zagreus’ dick no longer just glances over his prostate, but rams into it with every thrust.

Hypnos arches his back, gritting his teeth and muttering a yes, yes, yes . He moves his hips to meet Zagreus, whining at the continuous pleasure caused by his prostate being constantly stimulated. 

“Holy shit, Zag. Your dick feels like lava . I was right though! It's so fucking good!” 

“Th-thank you.” He stutters, losing composure by the minute and speeding up. “Likewise. You feel amazing around me.”

“Yes- Oh fuck . I’m close- I can’t- Please, Zagreus, please I can’t-”

Zagreus groans. He can feel another orgasm impending, distant but drawing closer with the finality of death.  “Fates, you’re gonna kill me, Hyp.” He gathers enough of his brain to grab Hypnos’ dribbling dick, obliging in the god’s begging, and starts stroking in time to his thrusts. 

“ Oh -! W-would be a fun one to add to the ledge- ah!” Hypnos makes a noise like a wounded animal, and his orgasm washes over him, cum streaking his chest. Zagreus strokes him through it before he stops and tries to pull away, but Hypnos stops him with his own hand.

“ Don’t. Stop. Either of it. Not until you cum as well. I need you to keep going until it hurts. ”

Blood and Darkness, that might be one of the hottest things anyone’s ever told him. Zagreus curses picking up speed again until he’s going at a breakneck pace, stroking and thrusting furiously and with all the power he can manage.

Zagreus’ moans are indistinguishable from Hypnos’ whimpers, and he can barely hear the sound of their skin slapping together because of it. Finally, Finally , he’s near his peak again, he just needs a little bit more…

“Gods- Just like that, lover. Come on and give me everything you’ve got.” 

And that’s the thing that finally pushes him over the edge. He cums with a cry, burying himself to the hilt inside Hypnos. They’re both panting heavily, and Hypnos slides his legs off Zagreus’ shoulders, so their foreheads can rest against each other. Zagreus pulls out carefully and slumps onto the bed, right next to Hypnos. He throws his arm over Hypnos chest, snuggling up to his side.

 “I’ll- I’ll get us a towel. Just give me a sec.” Hypnos brushes the sweat-plastered hair out of Zagreus’ face, before pressing a delicate yet sluggish kiss onto his nose bridge.

 “There’s- no need.” He slurs. “I can just-” He flicks his hand in a lazy motion and a (relatively) clean towel that had been lying somewhere in his room floats over. 

Right. Quite a convenient power to have. If only he picked up on magic in his youth.

Zagreus kisses Hypnos’ cheek and murmurs a thanks, then sits up with some effort. He gives the stained sheets a cursory wipe, before turning his attention to cleaning the both of them. Zagreus works as gently as possible, and soon enough he discards the used towel and plops back down next to Hypnos’ still body. The other god had– predictably, fallen asleep. 

Zagreus’ feels a strong wave of affection overcome him, watching Hypnos sprawled out and half covered in Zagreus’ blanket, chest rising and falling like the ripples of a tide.

It’s not like he hasn’t seen him asleep thousands of times before. But somehow, this moment felt a lot more- special. Intimate.

He fixes the blanket so it properly covers them both, before circling his arms around Hypnos and pressing his nose into Hypnos’ hair. Zagreus squeezes him tighter and hums contentedly, allowing his eyes to close. 

Maybe it’s the effect of lying near Sleep Incarnate, or maybe he’s just that tired, but he finds himself drifting into the clutches of his lover’s domain.

It’s something he would’ve dreaded once, but now he embraces it with open arms. He sees the allure of dreams now- or perhaps the allure of what– or who, he might find inside.