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Zagreus considers how the events of the day led him here: he had been running one of his routine “patrols” through the underworld, noting nothing out of the ordinary, when he came across a boon from none other than Dionysus and made a beeline.
Dio (Dionysus had all but forced Zagreus to begin addressing him as such) was on the other end, cheerful and boozy as ever: “Heyyyy, Zag man! Long time no see!”
They had in fact spoken only yesterday. Zagreus, amused, wondered for a split second whether Dio greeted everyone with the same line or if he had been so drunk he’d genuinely forgotten, then replied, “Lovely to see you too, mate. Fancy giving me a hand?”
A pause. “Actually Zag, before we get to that…I was looking at all these empty bottles of ambrosia you gave me and I was thinking…”
“Oh, would you like me to pick up more? It’s no problem at all, really,” Zagreus replied before Dio could finish.
“Nah, nah, man, that’s not it. It’s just, you’ve been such a good friend and I feel like I don’t tell you that enough, you know? Seriously, you don’t even know how much I look forward to seeing you around.”
Zagreus blinked. “Oh, well, of course I like talking to you too. But it’s not like you don’t help me in turn, is it?”
“Nah, man, it’s just like…” Dio stopped himself for a moment. “I really like you, man, like really-really, you’re such a good friend, and everyone loves you, and I was sitting here and thinking, you gotta come to one of my parties. For real this time!”
Zagreus wasn’t used to this level of praise, even from Dio. “Ahh, well, thank you. Really. I like you a lot too. But you know how it is, mate. I can’t leave the underworld for more than a few minutes,” he said.
Dio screwed up his face in thought. “Damn, I guess I forgot about that,” he said. “Well…hmm.”
“it’s alright, mate,” Zagreus said. “Maybe we can throw another feast in the House of Hades sometime.”
“Ahh, man, that’d be great, really, but I really have to be honest with you Zag man, I’m burning to see you tonight.”
Zagreus felt his face heat up. Was Dionysus interested in spending time together in…that way? “I…well…I would feel a bit bad going out and having fun without Than, unfortunately,” he said slowly.
“Ahhhh, don’t you worry your cute little head about that, let me…” Dio trailed off, looking deep in thought again for a moment before his face lit up in sudden epiphany. “Lemme tell you what, friend, I’ll reach out to your boyfriend myself, and I’ll come visit you whenever you’re free tonight, and I’ll show you both this big surprise I’ve been planning just for you, only the three of us, how’s that sound?”
Zagreus was at a momentary loss. He could hardly imagine Than as the partying sort, but…well, the truth was that he did want to spend time with Dio. More than he perhaps wanted to admit: he had a mildly embarrassing habit of always choosing Dio at first opportunity on his patrols, and not just because he was easy to talk to.
So he had said yes, and Dio’s face had lit up as if by fire, and they said their farewells and Zagreus had continued his patrol.
Some time later, he had resurfaced in the Styx (gored rather painfully by Asterius, to Theseus’s audible delight) and trudged through the main hall in the House of Hades, so irritated he’d forgotten about the plans he’d committed to.
So it comes as a shock now when he enters his quarters and sees Dio on his bed, lying on his stomach, head in one hand and his usual wine goblet in the other, grinning at Zagreus as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“Heyyyyyy there, Zag man, long time no see,” Dio says with lazy good cheer. So it has just become his standard greeting, Zag thinks.
“I…um…hello, Dionysus,” Zagreus says, after collecting himself. “I…didn’t expect you this early.”
“Ah, man, I told you you gotta start calling me Dio! And well, you know how it is, I just kept thinking about you and the time we’re going to have tonight and I just couldn’t wait any longer, I suppose I should have asked permission to come in here but nobody seemed to mind!” Dio chuckles, bringing himself up to a sitting position.
Zagreus attempts to muster some annoyance at the notion that nobody thought to stop a guest from entering his own quarters without permission, but finds himself inexorably distracted by the man—the god—sitting in front of him. He has already met him once before in person, but it strikes Zagreus anew just how beautiful Dionysus is—his heavy-lidded eyes; his easy smile; his flowing hair; his tree-trunk arms, flexing with the effort to sit up; the wide expanse of his chest; the patch of purple hair below his belly button; his thick, pretty cock--oh. Dionysus is naked, and Zagreus gasps softly as he realizes with a start that he hadn’t registered it until just now.
“Like what you see?” Dio says with a wide grin and a wink, spreading his legs. “You can stare all you want.”
Zagreus averts his eyes and sputtered, “S-sorry, I just wasn’t…I was just a bit…I didn’t expect you to be this…naked, already.”
Dio laughs again. “Well, what can I say, your bed’s so comfortable I just couldn’t help but make myself at home, you know what I mean?”
As he slowly stands up from the bed, a sudden thought interrupts Zagreus’s shock and arousal. Where’s Than? Does he even know this is happening?
Dio cuts in right as Zagreus opens his mouth to speak. “Ah, terribly sorry man, I forgot to mention, your boyfriend is running a bit late and said it was okay if the two of us started early, which is so good for me, because it means I can give you your surprise one-on-one.”
Zagreus frowns. “Than said that? That doesn’t sound entirely like him.”
Dio’s smile gets bigger as he takes slow steps toward Zagreus. “Ah, well, it took a bit of talking, but he was absolutely cool with it once I told him what I have in store for you, and let me tell you, both you and he are gonna love it, though maybe in different ways, if you know what I mean.” He chuckles again at his own private joke.
Zagreus doesn’t know what Dio means. The great god is standing directly in front of him now, looking down at him. His smile has settled, his eyes full of warmth and lust and mischief. Zagreus rarely notices his own height anymore in relation to the other denizens of the House of Hades, but standing in front of Dio makes him feel distinctly small.
He looks down, lost in simultaneous embarrassment and arousal, before he feels a fingertip tilt his head back up. “Hey man, you don’t have anything to be afraid of, just let me take care of you,” Dio says, his voice low and sweet and breathy in a way Zagreus had never heard before.
And then Dionysus—god of wine and madness, one of the most beautiful men Zagreus has ever seen—moves his hand to cup the back of Zagreus’s head, leans down and presses his lips softly to his own. Zagreus feels something surge inside him. The man’s lips feel so nice against his own. Not good like Than’s, good but in a different way. And his—
His thoughts are interrupted as the hand that had been holding his head snapped its fingers, and he suddenly feels himself buried under what felt like a pile of fabric.
Zagreus’s mind goes blank with panic. “Dio?” he yells out. “What did—where—what is—”
“Like I said, man, you’ve nothing to be afraid of,” he hears Dio say, except now his voice sounds big enough to fill the entire House of Hades, and from a position much higher than it should be. The fabric around him rustles, and suddenly a gigantic hand, bigger than his entire body, is in view above him, open and outstretched in his direction.
Zagreus is so shocked by the sight he falls backward on his bare ass before he can turn to run away. The back of his mind only faintly registers the fact that his ass is indeed bare before the hand is on him. It closes gently but firmly around him, plunging his view into darkness and lifting him off the floor.
When the hand uncurls, his vision is filled with the now-gargantuan face of Dionysus, smirking down at him.
“Well? What do you think? Some surprise, yeah?” Dio says.
Zagreus arranges himself into a sitting position in the god’s palm and takes a moment to collect himself before speaking. “I…you…shrank me?”
“Sure did, man! Aw, man, I gotta say, I really gave this whole thing a lot of thought, I was gonna make you the little life of the party when you visited and give you the time of your life, but then you brought up all the logistical issues, and then I thought, well, no reason why I can’t blow your mind in private, right?”
Zagreus isn’t sure what Dio had in store for him at the party but finds himself still too confused and overwhelmed to ask. “I…so what are we doing now? Wait, does Than know about this?”
Dio laughs, a gust of wine-sour breath enveloping Zagreus. “Yeah, man, I’m not the kind of guy who withholds that sort of thing.” Except with me, Zagreus thinks to himself, a tinge of irritation puncturing his cloud of bewilderment. “Though, if I’m being honest, he did sort of force it out of me, he refused to agree to anything until I explained it all, and then all of a sudden he couldn’t agree fast enough!” He laughs again, with enough force this time that the hand holding Zagreus rocks a bit.
Zagreus is dumbfounded all over again. Than agreed to this? To me being…tiny?
“But anyway,” his giant captor continues, “you were asking what we do now, weren’t you?” His demeanor calms, bringing the hand holding the smaller god closer to his face. “What do you say I give you a taste of what you’re in for tonight?” His voice is low and breathy and seductive again, and Zagreus shudders—from fear, from anticipation, from the feeling of the giant god’s breath billowing around him, he’s not sure. He’s suddenly acutely aware of how warm and soft the palm cradling him is.
And then Dio is lifting him, up, up, and the palm tilts—
And he realizes too late that he’s tumbling into the god’s wine goblet.
He splashes into the wine awkwardly, headfirst, his body big enough that he realizes he doesn’t have much room to maneuver. The wine stings his eyes and he thinks he only narrowly missed banging his head on the bottom of the goblet. After a few unpleasant seconds, he regains his bearings, the wine only rising to his waist as he stands up in embarrassed fury—though standing is a bit of a struggle, the goblet quaking as Dionysus doubles over in laughter.
“Are you serious, Dionysus?” Zagreus demands. His eyes still sting.
Dio tries to answer but keeps bursting into gales of laughter as Zagreus feels his face getting redder and redder.
“Is this the payoff to all this? You pranking me?” Zagreus demands again.
Finally the giant calms down enough to form a complete sentence. “Nah, man, I—I’m sorr—ahh, man, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Ahhh. Man, I’m so sorry, I truly did not mean to do that, I was going to lower you in all slow and sexy but then you fell out of my hand before I could do anything. Man, I hope you’re not hurt, but you would not believe how funny that was to watch.”
“A bit of a cold comfort for me, Dio,” Zagreus says stiffly.
“Ahh, man, don’t be like that, I apologized, yeah? Let me make it up to you. Here,” Dio says, reaching his free hand into the goblet and plucking out the small god. “You wanna know what I was going for with this?”
Zagreus is directly in front of Dio’s face now, the god’s fingertips pinning his arms gently to his sides so that his front—including his penis, Zagreus notices with sudden alarm—is exposed.
“I don’t think I’ve had a chance to compliment you on that lovely little cock of yours yet, Zag man,” Dio says, his voice back in seductive mode. “I’m really glad I got you all brined up for me.”
The god’s mouth is opening wider now, and Zagreus sees his tongue—gargantuan, pink, stained purple—unfurl, and then before he can register anything further the tongue is on him, dragging slowly up his entire body, and the sensation is so indescribably strange—the overpowering heat, the wetness, the velvety soft-roughness of it—he only belatedly notices how it feels on his cock. It feels unbelievably good on his cock, and he moans before he can stop himself, and he feels saliva seeping into his mouth. By the time the tongue’s tip has finished its path up his face, a string of saliva momentarily connecting the tip to his forehead, he’s rock-hard.
The giant’s hand shifts so Zagreus can sit in his palm again. Zagreus collapses onto his back, panting. “Blood and darkness,” he says breathlessly.
Dio sucks his tongue and smiles smugly down at him. “Yeah? I knew you’d enjoy that, and let me tell you, you taste so good, man, I can’t wait to explore you some more.”
Zagreus is staring up at the ceiling, but hears a soft clank—Dionysus setting down his goblet, he assumes—and then the thumb and forefinger of the god’s newly free hand are pinching softly around his ankles and lifting them slightly.
“I’ve been wondering about these feet of yours for a while, man, let me tell you,” he says. “I mean, do they actually burn whatever they touch? They don’t seem too bad to me like this.”
Zagreus lifts his head enough to look at the expanse of Dio’s curious face. “Ah, well, uh…sort of? Not really? Nobody who’s ever touched them has gotten burned, far as I can remember.”
That damnable smirk returns. “Ah well, I don’t suppose you’ll mind if I experiment a bit, eh little Zag?” And then he’s pulling Zag gently by his ankles as his face lowers, tongue extending out of his open mouth again.
Zag knows well enough that Dionysus won’t hurt him, but his stomach still gives a brief lurch as the tongue’s tip slides under his ankles, lifting them further and pulling them back into his mouth. The giant’s lips close around his shins, pillowy and warm, and once again the sensation is deeply, deeply weird. He feels Dio’s tongue prodding gently at the soles of his feet, and lets out a horrified, involuntary giggle. He had made it this far in life deliberately never telling any of his romantic partners his feet were ticklish, and now…he just hopes Dio didn’t hear.
The deep rumbling chuckle reverberating around his legs tells him otherwise. He feels the flat of Dio’s tongue glide across both soles and he lets out another shrieking giggle, squirming in a futile attempt to pull his legs out of the man’s mouth. A hard sucking feeling from inside the mouth pulls his legs in a bit further, and the tongue is continuing its gentle but merciless assault on his feet, and Zagreus feels fully helpless, giggling and desperately hard.
“Sorry I’m late, Zag—oh,” a new voice booms from across the room. The mouth torturing him releases his feet, and Zagreus sits up and tries to look past the giant’s curled, cage-like fingers to see who’s at the doorway, though he already knows.
“Hey there, Than, long time no see,” Dio says. “Don’t worry, you didn’t miss much, just was giving your lovely little boyfriend here a preview of what he has to look forward to tonight.”
Dio seems to have brought his curled fingers together to hide Zag from view, so the tiny god can only hear Thanatos’s approach. “Wanna hold him?” Dio says, and Zag hears his boyfriend’s response, his voice flat as usual. “Not that I need your permission, but yes.”
A chuckle from Dio, and the fingers concealing Zag uncurl then, and the palm he’s on shifts so he’s sliding toward the fingertips. He’s still wet enough from the wine and Dio’s saliva that he’s able to slide instead of tumble, and then he’s in another palm—cooler, and pale, and less broad. But Zagreus recognizes the black lacquered nail on the thumb next to him instantly, and he looks up into the face of his beloved.
Zagreus has never seen Thanatos like this. From a size standpoint, obviously—just like with Dio, his face is somehow exponentially more beautiful when it fills up his entire vision—but the expression is something he’s never seen before. Than’s breath is hitched, and he’s looking down at Zag as if he was beholding the single most precious object in the under- or overworld. His eyes are shining, almost as if he’s about to cry. They’re both at a loss for words.
Zagreus finally speaks first: “Th…Than? Are you okay, love?”
A few seconds pass before Than answers. “I…” He gulps. “I know I imagined you like this, but actually…seeing you…” Another pause. “Zag, I…” And then in an instant he’s lifted his palm up to his face. “You’re so…” And then lips are on him again: Than’s lips, soft and warm and chapped and sweet, pressing on his torso and pinning him to his palm. He withdraws for a moment, takes a deep breath and exhales it raggedly, and moves in for another kiss. And then another, another, another, working up to Zag’s face and then down his front. Zag puckers his lips in an attempt to kiss Than back as the giant works over his face, but assumes he probably didn’t notice.
“Sorry to interrupt, but…” Dio’s voice cuts in. “You wanna get naked with us, my man? Don’t worry about our little friend, I can keep him entertained.” The palm Zag is lying in abruptly pulls a bit closer to Than’s body—has he always felt this possessive of me, or just now that I’m small? Zagreus wonders—but then he’s being handed back to Dio, the bigger giant’s face filling his view once more.
“So, how about it, little man?” Dio says. “You having a good time yet or what?”
Zag’s erection hasn’t flagged. “I, uh…so far, so good, Dio.”
Dio’s face lights up again. “Terrific, terrific! You know, you’re not the first person I’ve done this to, but you are taking to it a lot better than they did!” He leans in close, his voice dropping to a whisper, and Zag is buffeted again by puffs of the god’s breath. “Do just wanna say again I’m sorry for dropping you like that man, you know I’d never hurt you for no reason like that, yeah? I swear I’ll make it up to you and let’s uh, maybe never mention it to ol’ Doom ‘n Gloom over there, huh? I think he’d take that scythe of his and cleave me right in half.”
Zag laughs, and Dio laughs too, Zagreus finally beginning to feel at ease in this strange situation. It’s not like Dio’s palm isn’t absurdly comfortable to sit in; he almost wants to curl up and take a nap. The fingers of Dio’s other hand are on him, stroking and caressing his chest and sides, tussling his hair, knuckles gently massaging his back, and he starts to think that maybe he will take a nap, under the tender ministrations and beneficent smile of the perpetually drunk god holding him.
“Hey.” Than’s voice cuts through Zagreus’s blissed-out reverie, and Zag laughs a bit to himself. Than was never this awkward or curt when they were alone in Zag’s quarters.
His view is cut off by Dio’s fingers again. “Heyyyy, now that’s more like it,” Dio says. “Very nice, I do like what I see. Now…”
The hand holding Zag lowers, and he looks up and sees Dio is whispering something into Than’s ear that he can’t hear. “Hey, no fair!” he calls out, and the thumb of the hand holding him pats his head.
“Don’t you worry a bit Zag, I’m gonna get our mutual friend here situated and then we can really get going,” Dio says. The fingers of his hand are still obscuring Zag’s view somewhat, but he can see Dio is guiding Than—a tantalizingly naked Than—onto the bed, and suddenly he’s deposited onto the bed beside them.
“Enjoy the show, little man,” Dio says with a wink, and Zag can only sit and watch as Dio lays Than out on his back and kisses his mouth. He then positions himself on top of the smaller god and slowly crawls down his body, kissing his mouth again, his jaw, his nipples, his stomach. Eventually he reaches Than’s cock, which is standing at full attention--pale, lithe, and beautiful, like the rest of him. Zagreus wants very badly to touch it.
He looks over at Than’s face and sees he’s already busy with Dio’s thick member, hands on Dio’s ass to pull it close while the shaft disappears between his lips.
Dio grunts, Than’s cock falling from his mouth. “Ahhhhh Than babe, you’re really—ahh—really good at that but if you keep that up I’m gonna have to bow out early.”
Zag watches this display, his mind torn between childish jealousy (of whom exactly he isn’t certain) and fierce arousal. The two most beautiful men he’d ever seen—one the love of his life, and the other the subject of countless erotic fantasies he’d had—are in front of him, bigger than life and enjoying each other’s bodies, and he wants to be somewhere in that expanse of naked skin so badly.
Dio moans again and shudders, and then looks over at Zag for the first time in a few minutes. “You ready babe?” he says, or at least it’s what Zag assumes he says, because his mouth is still full of dick so it comes out an unintelligible mumble.
He reaches out and snatches up Zag’s upper body in a fist, less delicately than before, and Zag is engulfed in a warm, dark cocoon of flesh. He feels movement—what’s about to happen to me?—and then he’s being gently rolled out of the fist into someone’s lap.
Zagreus sits up and takes in his surroundings. Than and Dio are both sitting now, facing each other. Zag feels an intense warmth and smells musk and realizes, with an anticipatory shudder, that he’s right next to their respective erections, held together by Dio’s previously free hand.
Zag stands, in awe and maybe a bit terrified. Than’s thin, elegant cock reaches his chin; Dio’s thick stand is about up to his hairline. He reaches out, tentatively, as if he’s not sure he has permission to touch. He looks up at the faces of his lovers: Dio’s wearing his usual grin, smug but warm, and Than’s gazing down at him, eyes wide and lips parted, almost as awestruck as Zag himself.
“It’s alright, man,” Dio says softly, encouragingly. “Go for it.”
And so he does. He’s touched Than’s penis before, of course, felt the soft skin along the shaft and the plush head, but this is so new and strange and exciting he’s nearly shaking. He runs his hands experimentally along the shaft, pressing a kiss to the sensitive glans on the underside, and Than lets out a moan. “Fuuuck, Zag…”
He strokes and squeezes the head as he continues to lick the underside, and is soon joined by Dio’s free hand, circling a thumb around the slit.
Zag takes this as a cue and releases Than, moving over to embrace Dio’s prick, giving it the same treatment. Dio lets out a low chuckle-moan. “Ahh, I knew this was a good idea, just look at you, you little cutie, so eager for us.”
Zag eventually lets go of Dio’s cock and returns to Than, and the head is newly shiny with smeared precum. A sudden thrill shoots through him: this is going to drive Than wild. He steps on his tiptoes so he can comfortably tilt his head downward, wraps his arms all the way around the shaft, and buries his mouth in the slit.
He was right. Than is loud now, moaning and swearing and yelling please and too much. Zag is feeling playfully malevolent though, licking and kissing with abandon, the god of death’s precum sweet on his tongue.
There are painted nails under his armpits then, lifting him up in front of Than’s face, panting and slick with sweat. “Are you trying to be mean, Zag?” the giant god asks, eyes narrowed, and Zag is unsure whether this anger is playful or real. “I hope you realize two can play at that game.”
His eyes shift to Dio behind him. “Here, Dionysus—you get his back, I’ll get his front.” The hand shifts him to the center as he hears Dio say, “You don’t have to tell me twice, my man,” and before he can ask what’s going on he feels something hot and wet and soft and rough engulf his back and ass. The man’s tongue again. But before Zag can react to that, Than is diving in and licking up his front. Zag cries out in pleasure as the god’s tongue drags over his cock, and then he’s being lowered again, back down to the massive cocks beneath him.
But the hand doesn’t drop him this time—instead, it wraps around both Than and Dio’s pricks, Zag pressed into the narrow space between the point where the cocks meet and the palm holding him captive.
“Ohh, fuck yeah, man,” he hears Dio say from above, and then the hand is moving, slowly at first, up and down. The mixture of precum and saliva lets Zag slide with little friction, and he moans as his own cock slides back and forth between the other two. Then the hand is moving faster, rougher, and from above he hears increasingly fevered panting, moaning, the wet smack of lips kissing. He’s getting vertigo from the constant up-and-down motion, but he can feel himself getting close, and going by the sounds being made above him he thinks maybe they are too.
He then hears Dio grunting out, “I’m gonna….I’m gonna…” and realizes with alarm that he may be in the line of fire and can’t wrench his arms free to cover himself. The giant comes with a bellow, his seed shooting straight up into the air. Zag feels it land in his hair, sees it on his shoulders.
Than is only a few seconds behind, shouting out no warning at all except a gasping moan before shooting directly into Zag’s face.
The hand releases him and he collapses backward into a nest of pubic hair, rubbing spunk out of his eyes and coughing and spluttering. It’s overpowering his senses, the familiar salty-bitter taste in his mouth, the smell in his nose.
Dio laughs. “Aww, I think we may have been a bit rough on him.” Zag’s still rubbing his eyes as he feels a hand scoop him up, and when he opens his eyes he’s between the faces of his two lovers again.
“You okay, man?” Dio asks.
Zagreus gulps down the remaining bit of cum in his mouth and croaks out, “Suppose I shouldn’t tease a giant, eh?” He turns his head to look at Than, who’s giving him one of his vanishingly rare smiles—a sweet one, but with a mischievous crook to it that he’s never seen before.
“Suppose not,” Than says.
“Aww, wait a minute man, you didn’t cum?” Dio says, and Zag yelps as he feels a gigantic fingertip nudge his erection. He looks down at it, and feels a bit dumbfounded. He was so busy being drowned in his boyfriend’s spunk that he had outright forgotten about his own dick.
“That’s easily fixed,” Than says, his smile turning smug, and he reaches for him.
“Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, hold on a minute, man,” Dio counters, pulling Zag out of reach. “Let’s do something special to make this fun.” He pauses in thought for a moment. “How about we turn this into a game?”
Zag and Than both look at him blankly. “What…kind of game?” Zag asks wearily.
“Alright, so here’s the rules. I get half of Zag, you get half, and we try to see who can get hold of all of him. We gotta be gentle with him, obviously. And whoever gets full possession wins.” And once again Zag isn’t given a chance to react before the hand holding him circles fingers around his middle and lifts him higher.
He looks down and is greeted with the sight of Dio’s mouth, opening wide, his tongue rolling out like a carpet, still dark with wine.
Zag kicks in panic. “Hold on! Wait!”
Dio pauses. “What’s the matter, man? We need to clean you up and get you off, and what better way than this? It's alright, just relax, yeah?” And then his legs are on on the god’s tongue, his crotch pressing on the tip, and it’s pulling him back into his mouth.
The giant’s lips close around his waist, and Dio lowers his head so that he’s looking at Than again. “Mmmm?” he says teasingly to Than, and Zag feels the sound vibrate around him.
Zagreus looks for traces of uncertainty in Than’s face, and to his dismay finds none. Than places both his hands on Dio’s face, and peers into Zag’s eyes as he says, “I love you, Zag.” Then his mouth opens, and Zagreus is in complete darkness.
There’s a moment of stillness: Zag’s face smothered into Than’s tongue, the two pairs of lips holding his waist gently but firmly, the tip of Dio’s tongue touching his cock but not fondling it. And then his world is flipped into chaos.
He is not sure what is where, or what direction is up, or whose mouth he’s in. The tongues are sliding over him, exploring his body, reaching into every nook and cranny, flipping him over and turning him up and down and around, poking, prodding, tickling, caressing, massaging. He feels a sucking sensation once in a while, and the tongues attempting to pull on him, and assumes it’s one of the giants attempting to claim him. He is not certain whose side he’s on. It should be Than’s, obviously, but right now he is caught in a tidal wave of sensation and can’t quite bring himself to care. This should be gross, he supposes, being awash in a cocktail of saliva and cum and sweat. Maybe it is gross. But it’s also maybe the most amazing thing he’s ever felt in his life.
After an indeterminate amount of time—minutes? hours?—the gods seem caught in a gridlock, one tongue under him, the other blanketing his back. He hears a high-pitched sucking sound. The tongue under him is grinding back and forth inexorably over his dick, and the tip of the tongue on his back (also the rough, bumpy side—is one of them kissing upside down?) is prodding gently at his hole. It feels so overwhelmingly, unbearably good, and he moans into the tongue pressing against his face.
The gods treating him to this bizarre full-body makeout session apparently hear this, as the assault on his cock and ass only becomes more aggressive. After about a minute more he cries out and finally comes in the most intense orgasm of his life, his blissed-out cries smothered into the tongue beneath him.
As he calms down he feels a pair of teeth clamp gently down on him, and then there’s a yanking feeling and his lower body is hit by a draft of cold air. The mouth opens for a moment, and Zag sees light for a brief moment before it sucks the rest of his body inside, and he’s in the dark again.
He’s not sure whose mouth this is. It stinks a bit like wine, which makes him think it’s Dionysus, but he also considers that Than has been making out with him for the last several minutes, and maybe he could have had a drink before coming over.
In any event, Zagreus is still a prisoner in the victor’s mouth, and he’s wondering if he’s ever going to be released when the tongue beneath him lurches, and he’s pushed out through a pair of pursed lips (Zagreus shuddering as the bottom lip slides over his cock) onto a dark, sculpted chest. Dio’s chest.
He gets to his knees and turns to look at Thanatos, face looming over him, eyes brimming with a strange mix of adoration and mischief. “I win,” he says with a small smirk, and kisses Zagreus’s stomach.
As Thanatos settles his head down onto Dio’s breast next to Zagreus, Dio huffs. “Ahh, only ‘cause you cheated. Grabbing my cock at the most crucial moment? Foul play, man.”
Thanatos turns his head toward the other giant. “If we really want to talk cheating, we can mention that you tried to tickle me.”
Dio laughs, and Zagreus feels his lungs swell beneath him. “Awww man, it was funny! You can’t tell me that tickling the god of death isn’t at least a little bit funny.”
Than turns his head back to Zagreus. “I’ll just say you’re lucky we had Zag between us.”
All three of them laugh, then, and Zag lies back on the broad expanse of Dio’s chest, tired and fucked boneless and quite unreasonably happy. A pale hand with lacquered nails descends on his torso, lightly, lovingly caressing. A quiet finally settles over the trio.
Zagreus speaks up after a moment. “Say, Dionysus…”
“Dio, man, how many times do I have to tell you?”
“Dio…how long am I going to be small for?”
“Oh, until I undo it.”
“And, um…when will that be?”
Dionysus lifts his head. “Hmm…hadn’t really thought about it, I gotta be honest with you Zag man. You’re just so cute like this.”
“Mhm,” Thanatos mumbles lovingly as he continues to stroke Zagreus’s body.
“Well, uh…not that I haven’t enjoyed all this attention, but I would like to get back to normal size at some point, er, preferably soon.”
A low hm-hm-hm chuckle rumbles in the chest beneath him, and Dionysus sits up slowly, letting Thanatos catch Zagreus before he tumbles. “Well, if you want it sooner rather than later, Zag babe, I suppose you’ll have to make it worth my while.”
Zagreus feels his stomach drop a bit. “And…what does that mean?”
The great god looks down at him in Thanatos’s hand, fresh mischief in his eyes, his purple hair close to spilling out of its braid. “You know, I never really got to taste all of you. You spilled onto Than’s tongue, not mine,” he says. “When I fantasized about having you, I imagined feeling that lovely cock of yours pulse inside me. My mouth or my arse, it didn’t matter really. And now that I have had you, I still didn’t get to feel it.” His smile widens. “You see where I’m going with this, yeah?”
Zagreus’s eyes widen. “Surely you don’t…I…” He stands up and turns to look up at Than, laughing, “Than c’mon, bail me out here, mate.”
He gulps as he sees Than is smirking. “Well, if Dionysus gets one then I suppose I should get an extra one, seeing as you and I are together,” the god of death says.
Zag collapses back onto his ass, face flushing red, a spark of arousal stirring in his gut.
Dio lets out a big bellowing laugh. “Oh, don’t look so worried, Zag man. You know we’ll take it slow and gentle, we’re not gonna rush you into anything. The night is young! If you enjoyed all this so far I promise you’ll love the ideas I’ve got in mind for you. Either of you ever try edging before?”
The two giant gods rise from the bed, and Zagreus can only shudder with anticipation as Than’s hand closes around him, plunging him again into darkness.