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Words poured into wayward prince Zagreus' ears like the soft scrape of velvet over Kotsifali grapes and were thrice as intoxicating. For he had found himself in the grip of the god of revelry and ecstatic worship himself, the prince spread wide across Dionysus' lap and filled to the brim with his cock, the larger god unmoving as he whispered in his ear.
"Mmm Zag, man, you are so comfy," Dionysus breathed in his ear, hands roaming the prince's body languidly, just taking him in. "So hot and perfectly tight, man, didn't even think we'd get the whole thing in at first but damn, you proved me wrong, didn't you?" Dionysus touched the light swell at the lower part of Zagreus' stomach, rubbing over the imprint of himself in his divine flesh.
Zagreus' thighs quivered at the increased pressure from Dionysus' hand and the smooth, inebriating words making Zagreus feel as though he'd imbibed far, far too much despite only having had one drink. He squirmed a little bit, shivering as the large cock within him rubbed against his prostate, making his own jerk and twitch. His fingers dug into the wide expanse of Dionysus' shoulders, reaching up over his own head to contort his body correctly.
"Do you like this?" Dionysus purred in his ear, his deep voice rumbling through his chest and Zagreus gasped as the sensation curled within his deepest places. "Do you love the feeling of me pushed deep within you, Zag?" He reached down, running one finger around Zagreus' slick and stretched rim, humming low, kissing his ear, Zagreus doing his best to bite back any of the moans that wanted to escape already.
They hadn't even truly begun yet and Zagreus felt drunk.
Dionysus behind him lifted that ever-filled goblet and drank from it, turning Zagreus' head to press their lips together, passing the mystical sweetness between them. Zagreus moaned, finally, drinking deeply from the cup of Dionysus' lips, sucking on his tongue to get every last, honeyed drop just to feel the cock within him throb . They parted the kiss, Dionysus licking up what had escaped the corner of Zagreus' mouth.
"C-Cheers for that," Zagreus gasped, tightening his fingers. He wanted to grab his own cock so badly, to jerk himself into a coma, so full was he of words and wine and pleasure. He felt like the centerpiece at a banquet, like it was almost a shame not to be seen like this. Because it would only give further credence to the worship of the god within him. "Di-Dio, mate, c-could you-"
"Relax," Dionysus breathed and Zagreus whined, impatience building in him. "Swear, you're just like Hermes. Take it in, pleasure is meant to be luxuriated in." Dionysus ran his hands up over Zagreus' thighs, squeezing before looping his hands beneath the soft skin at the back of Zagreus' knees, spreading his legs wider as Dionysus slid down a little on the chaise lounge they occupied.
"Let me handle you, Zag, baby," his words curled like the darkened promises writ in cups of sweet liquor and lively music, sheer sensation causing Zagreus to squeeze down on the cock within him. Dionysus moaned, the sound unabashed and indulgent. "That's it, give yourself over to the feeling. Tell me about it, Zag baby. Tell me what you're feeling."
"Full," Zagreus gasped, toes curling, "s-so full, Dio…" Dionysus rewarded him with a kiss to his neck, nibbling along his pale skin till it took on the drunken flush of pleasure, red and raw and alive and Zagreus cried out as perfect teeth sank into the curve of his shoulder and Zagreus squirmed. "So hot," he breathed, the pain mixing with the pleasure as Dionysus poured more of that magical liquor over the spot and licked it off.
"That's good," Dionysus said softly, the praise in his voice softening it to a caress on Zagreus' senses. "That's so good, baby. You take it so well, flushed all pretty and red for me. Lookin' just like a perfect vintage right now, Zag, man. I could spend all week like this, keeping you on my cock and watching your face."
"Y-you can't," Zagreus whined, shifting his hips, cock leaking against his slightly distended stomach. "I-I will die like this, if you don't fuck me."
Dionysus laughed, the sound fermented fruit bubbling on his tongue. "So dramatic," he teased, spreading his own legs a little wider and grabbing under his knees more firmly. "But I can't have you dying, Zag, man. Not like this, Hypnos would never let you live it down. And I like it better when we're having a good time."
Zagreus practically screamed when Dionysus finally, finally, lifted him a little and began to fuck up into him deep and slow . The stretch and press against his prostate was enough to have him shaking, gasping for air that he didn't strictly need. His cock leaked in ouzo coloured rivulets, rivers of his pleasure cascading over his hip and thigh as he was bounced in midair on Dionysus' cock.
"You take it perfectly," Dionysus groaned, voice now rough, cool lost in the face of his own pleasure. "You were made to take a cock like mine, look at how much your hole flutters around me, man. It's so pretty pink too, like you're blushing down there."
The words filled the pleasure seeking prince with shame and desire, helpless as he was suspended in this floating state of need. Dionysus' words slowly faded into background noise, the quality of his voice the only thing that mattered as he was fucked slowly, like they had all the time in the universe to wring out every ounce of need on Dionysus' throbbing cock.
It was rough, poetic, the sound of shuddering vines in the breeze dripping with fruit, luscious and luxurious. Zagreus felt it like a touch, like ambrosia in the senses, as though Dionysus' words alone were grazing fingers that rubbed over his skin in waves and worked him higher, and higher. Zagreus' thighs shook in that large grip, the pace beginning to pick up just a little, every rub against his prostate punctuated in syrupy praise that sank into his mind.
"So handsome."
"What a good boy you are, going so tight on me."
"I'm gonna fill you up so good."
Zagreus loved it, loved it so much. It felt amazing, his mismatched eyes rolling back in his head, tilting back to taste those words from luscious lips. It was the greatest of indulgences, a feast for the senses, the sort of ecstasy that led the cults of the god of wine to worship at his altars with lust and need. How would he ever bring himself together after an experience like this? How would he go about his day, knowing that Dionysus' cock was waiting and the perfect size to leave Zagreus wide open and aching in the best ways.
He didn't even realize he was speaking, babbling, begging for mercy, for more, for death, for orgasm. It was so much, Dionysus' sugar sweet voice in his ear bubbling like dark brews and sending heat through him like pure liquor. He was overwhelming and perfect all at once and Zagreus quaked, shook, ached with his need to cum. He wanted to cum. He could feel Dionysus fuck up into him harder, faster, praising him more and Zagreus moved one hand to feel that amazing cock move within him, the retreat and attack from it against his prostate making his head spin.
"I-I'm," Zagreus stuttered, blinking, shaking, "I-I'm gooo-oh, oh, I'm going t-to…"
"Do it," Dionysus demanded, tone shaking Zagreus to the core, demanding, needy himself, on the verge of just sauntering off the edge of a cliff into a pit of sirens. "Cum for me, Zag, baby. Cum on my cock, lemme hear how hot you are, feel that body of yours do what it's made for."
Zagreus practically bent in half, moving forward, cumming so hard that his cum hits the bottom of his chin and he wails, chanting Dionysus' name over and over and over again until his throat goes sore and voice whiny.
He feels wrung out, squished almost, drooling with the sensation as Dionysus slams into him and fills him till he's overflowing, cum escaping around Dionysus' cock to smear between them and Zagreus tilts himself back to whine, to feel that heat deep in his body.
And, like that, it's over.
But still Zagreus floats, intoxicated, thrumming, thighs shaking, knees knocked together in the air as he clenches around the cock within him that slowly is going soft as though he can hold onto it forever. Dionysus ran his hands over his sides and back, like calming a horse (Zagreus thinks) and kissing his neck.
"Stunning, fucking amazing work, Zag, man," Dionysus teased, kissing his jaw, "why don't we do this more often?"
At that, joy-loving Zagreus laughed and pressed a kiss to Dionysus' cheek, tasting wine and sweetness on his lips. "Because you'd kill me, Dionysus, mate."
Dionysus laughed as well, hugging him and wiggling his eyebrows.
"But what a way to go, am I right?"
"The day you join me and get to explain my walk of shame to father, that will be the day I agree."
"On second thought…"
The chamber echoed with intoxicated laughter and the soft sounds of kisses traded in the aftermath of pleasure. Whether or not the Prince of the Underworld died speared upon the magnificent cock of Dionysus in the future is a different story to tell.