this is a dirty thing for my boyfurendo so do not touch

Dongho looked up from his body displayed underneath the crystal clear water. His skin shimmered within and without the substance; his skin shone akin to the many jewels it took to form his deep set and molten eyes. He chuckled. Or was it a giggle? When he spoke it was a deep sound, but his laugh was childish like his regular grin. Smirking was his expression of choice at the moment. Draped beside him were his arms, against the marble pool’s edge with his hands drawing small sketches on the sheet of heated water. Until he lifted a gesturing finger, flexing it in front of him to tell the figure he was gazing at to approach his outdoor bath.

The man stepped out from underneath the shade of a short tree filled with golden leaves. Leaves once from the craning branches covered the ground with the same metallic sheen on Dongho’s skin. Crackling and crunching beneath the sandals of the stranger, he continued to approach the grinning boy. Dongho had slumped in the water further, eyes darting all across the older man. Contemplation filled his mind. He was questioning the oddly attractive male, why he had dared to enter his path of vision and how he could either be unaware the things that were to be done with unwanted trespassers, or why he wasn’t fearful of the consequence. Slaves beside him, covering his arms with lazy massages, were ready to strike at any moment, though their eyes were none but dull.

“An order, sir?” a suave voice slipped behind his ear.

“No orders,” he smirked for only a minute more while shaking his head. Narrowing his eyes then, as if to check his eye sight, he called out to the man, “who are you? What is this filth that stands before me?” In his tranquil pool, he sat with a slouched back and a flat face, though it was hard for him to not bend over and laugh at the consternation present in the man. He could not help himself from continuing with his snarky inquiries.

“Do you know who I am? You must know, staring at my tempting skin.”

Finally, the skinny man blinked and shifted his stance. Shaking his head, he grew more skeptical by the second while standing before the truly alluring boy. Was this an illusion casted to his world, by the Gods themselves? Doubt that this could be anything else occupied his stirring bodice, not sure if he wanted to believe much else. The indeed plump and seductive skin was where his eyes curved around. Yet, he did not know at all who he was, or what he even could be.

“Who are you?” he finally asked with a cautious tone.

“Another mistake. The question now is truly, who do you think you are? Stepping on my sacred land without knowing my name. Without calling me by it. Piece of shit.”

“I am…” he started, but quickly changed his direction once the boy had furrowed his brows. “I was merely passing by… on request of my King… he had sent me to-”

“I don’t allow shit to touch my land,” Dongho sneered again, pulling away from the concerned hands of the slaves. He stepped up and walked off the set of stairs positioned beneath the water, but still stood in the shallow pool so that even the top of his thighs could be seen. Quirking his head, he rested his hands at his hips. “I am the son of Seopros. Descendent of the maiden of beauty, residing in Olympos, Aphrovin herself. The name that was gifted to be paired with me is Dongho.”

Alexander stayed soundless. The man before him was a God, and he was already shaken by the thought of disturbing the sanctified peace. Though, he did have a question for the snarky man. “If you are a God, why aren’t you on Mount Olympos, Dongho?” he asked, stepping even closer to the marble tiles. All the women hissed and watched him meticulously.

“You dare doubt my authority? I said I am son of Seopros. Do you know what that means? Areli’s blood circuits in my steel veins. I have the power in me to kill you, with a flick of my wrist. And yet you continue to stand before me? And question me?” he snarled, starting to step forward and upwards now. Water trickled down his body as he begun to step out from its depth.

Alexander couldn’t hide his distress. Anyone in their right mind would be startled by that point, but his outward attitude snagged the best of him. “Why are you here, Dongho?”

“Stupid piece of shit,” he glared at the eyes that were watching him so carefully, outraged by not only the thought he quite obviously had NO idea whom he was; but also that he was still questioning his supremacy just by continuing to stand there. “I’m here as I take favor to the women of this land. Those who venture just to smell my sweet scent…” he looked the man up and down again, a smirk playing at his lips one more time. His lie should have made him seem even more alluring. It should make this mortal before him shiver in indulging his presence.

“You bitch. That’s why you’re here, aren’t you? You think you can be the one to win me over? Did your King tell you, you would pass my land? Did you cringe in anticipation that you’d be caught by me? And do you really think I would touch you…” he rolled his eyes.

“Please, just let me pass by…” Alexander responded quietly. Bag released from his hand, he finalized in his mind that no dagger could be put to the challenge of a God. He gulped and looked past the nude boy. “I’ve never even heard of you before.”

“Yah. Who told you, that you could look away from me?” he was completely out of the water at this point, two or three feet from Alexander. “Weren’t you staring at my body only a second before? It will be the last thing you see in your pathetic life, so you better keep watching.” Dongho’s face went blank again as the man followed his order.

“Please forgive me. I was only trying to get to the upper region passageway; I need to bring something to the northwest boundary. A message… I…” he stopped as he looked up from the boy’s chest, to his inhuman eyes.

Dongho paused. A chest, his chest, it felt like something was lodged somewhere inside him as he lifted a hand to caress the side of Alexander’s unclean face. “Bite your tongue. Save your alibi. I am busy thinking my precious thoughts. Do you want to know what I am thinking? I am wondering if I should kill you or not…” he answers without waiting for the other to respond, running his soft thumb across the murky cheekbone.

Alexander’s eyes are wide as he lifts a hand to remove Dongho’s, but he pauses; he knew not to touch a God. Cheeks flushing lightly as he feels the warm hand… then he reminded himself what he just heard. “Please forgive me… Dongho, I know you will!…?”

“Shut your filthy mouth.” He tightened his hand and pushed the man’s head back a little. “You’re a mere human… and you trespass on my land… and… I want to take a sword and slowly slice your throat open,” he lied through teeth, though Alexander cried out slightly and stared back at Dongho with terrified eyes.

“But being the human that you are… as dirty as the blood you wield is…”

“Please… don’t kill me!”

“I’ll let you live if you fuck me.”

Alexander shuddered and let his mouth fall open.

“But fuck. Me. Well.”

And with that, Dongho’s lips were splattered against Alexander’s in a second.  Though, with the forced action that stung the bridge of his nose, he twists his head swiftly and grips on the older man’s bottom lip with his… then with his teeth, and then, his tongue. His eyes were closed, unlike the stunned man who eyes hovered over the declined head, growing wider as the half-God started to slide his saliva-covered muscle down his jaw, his throat, curling then back around his neck. Never had he felt such a distinctive cross between sheer fear… and unguided lust.

Alexander found his hands running up the nude Dongho; up along his sides, ever so slightly, just so he could feel the fluctuating heat of the boy, the dizzying heat of the boy. And in this state, the prissy younger man wouldn’t care for the human hands to trail across him. He encouraged it, with a nip at an earlobe and a hoarse whisper to pass through to his ear.

“Don’t disappoint me… touch me.”

Within a single moment, Alexander passed his hand down Dongho’s feverish stomach, massaging the muscles that tensed under his slight touch. To give this boy a simple finger tracing down his tender skin, he knew would not be satisfactory. However, the demi-god had shut his eyes tight, enjoying the embrace that was followed and held his breath once two, then three digits fell closer to his already exposed member.

Alexander bit his lip firmly. His fingers, long and nimble like they were the sculpted work of an artist, carved the perfect route around Dongho’s length. Squeezing and then tugging, he did his best to provoke the boy’s pleasure while summoning an expectation for himself.  In this peculiar occasion, he had been warned, and he very well understood that if he didn’t rise to it there was an awaiting consequence. The options, as limited as they were with their individual sinister temptations, registered within his psyche as he pulled his head away.

“Dongho… show me where you want to be fucked,” were the verses to accompany his action; releasing the hardening member he twisted his arms every which way around the figure until he was opposite the bare, glimmering back of his superior. Choosing his future was selecting between dessert and dinner, in the sense that he could either fill his appetite with bread and butter or utilize the few delectable bites of something more rare and exciting. Moreover, running from the dessert wouldn’t promise a dinner- unless he was to consider that meal, death.

“Bastard,” the younger one slurred, taking slow steps forwards, clamping onto the lean arms wrapped around his electric skin.  “I don’t know why I wasn’t expecting that from a mortal… thinking with your dick.”

“If it’s my dick you want…” Dongho could hear from behind him. He barked out irately after plunging deeper into the pool he so captivatingly emerged from just before; “that’s just it. To think I’d just let you put me through the inconvenience of taking you. For you to suggest… that I’d take you as you are. It’s pitiful.”

To prove his argument, he dragged the human into the oleaginous pond before shredding himself from the arms holding him back. At this point, Alexander’s eyes fall straight towards the glorious, impeccable bottom that belonged to Dongho. In that one glance, he certainly felt a craving. Turning when he comes up close to the edge of the bath, a glint of ember scorches inside his eyes as if he had dared himself something animalistic only a second before. Dared himself to appear acquiescing all within a moment that made his cheeks turn pink. “Well, wasn’t that inappropriate of me, to lie like a little bitch. It is your dick I want. You shouldn’t be so easily tricked with my false façade.”

The man transverse from him dropped his jaw. Amongst every cocky outburst this young man released, there was never even an indication of the boy he appeared to be now. Blushing and imagining himself in a position of waiting for chastisement, Dongho reached out to the shocked male and grabbed him by the shoulders, drawing him closer. “Take these pathetic clothes off…” he hushed, involuntarily making it sound less like a demand.

Alexander nodded once and unconfined a resolute breath, warming Dongho’s already impassioned face. His blouse was being raised, suddenly; startled his own hands begun to lift it off his chest and detached from his neck, he voiced out in an awkward tone. “Hopefully what’s beneath these tattered clothes will suffice my god…”

“These,” the other responded after a menacing chuckle, “will do nicely.” Flicking a finger over one of the taut, chocolate nipples before him, Dongho’s eyes continued to jot around the unexpectedly immaculate skin displayed before him. Although he was short of the same divine sheen, this trespasser was delightfully attractive, even to otherworldly eyes. The tantalizing picture triggered knots in his stomach like none before.

“And this, Dongho- how is this?”

“It’s delicious, but before I can taste it, we need to wash you of your filth,” the demi-god replied, after seeing a heap of all Alexander’s sodden clothes get tossed out of his bath. Though of course, they were both gesturing their words towards the manhood that was kicking up from his legs. Dongho was salivating and gawking in the same way that the intruder had upon discovering his nudity. Reaching out, he gently taps the end of the man’s head, ghosting his index finger across the slit, watching intently with what seemed like curious eyes.

Alexander held his breath as his fists clenched, knuckles whiting over the bone. “Why… why wash when I’ll get us filthy, anyways?”

Dongho quirked a brow, taking his hand back as his eyesight returned to the man’s evenly handsome face. He knew he needed to get him riled up, excited, dominate. Shaking his head as he spits out some more uncouth disputes, the tender expression of the stranger evaporated. “You’re scared, aren’t you? You’re all talk. You don’t really want to fuck me. You don’t know how.”

The receiver of this claim felt a twinge of distaste. Within his soul, he knew exactly what soiled things he could introduce to the naïve boy. Inside his head, he pictured a million perverted ways to push the oblivious deity to orgasm. Across his sticky skin, he could feel his hair stand on edge while lashing out his hand to clench on the back of Dongho’s gloriously molded neck. “I’m not scared. I’m much more than talk. I want to fuck you even far past the point of pleasure. I know very well how to fuck a brat like you.”

The expression on both of their faces evened out. Terror and fear nearly indented the older man’s, but he instead produced a stony look to hide his true emotions over this matter. There wasn’t much else he could do- he had just called a god, a brat- and Dongho had then glanced at him, indifferent to this outburst. This was still not what he sought after. An eerie silence enveloped them; the silence was a snow tiger, tension hidden under the cool, cold appearance.

“If you knew how to fuck, you’d be holding me by my hair right now,” was the first thing articulated- the younger man had just accepted all that the other barked about. Not one soul had ever talked to him like that before. It was both intriguing and infuriating, and his ears longed to hear more.

“Is that what you want? For me to yank you by your hair?” he replied with a boisterous voice. It would be a lie to say he was not amused with the look on the boy’s face. Curling his fingers up through the shining blonde hair, Alexander snagged his hand into a fistful of the locks and pulled quite hard. Dongho scowled and let his head fall into the hand, claiming a grip at the man’s shoulders.

“It… stings,” he whined and further squeezed his sealed eyes. He waited a few more drums of his rapid heartbeat before throwing his hips against Alexander’s. Little moans fell out Dongho’s lips as he bucked up against his counterpart, twice.

“Horny brat,” the one called him out, forming these labels easier now. A dark smirk started twisting his features as he tugged on the boy’s strained hair even more. “I like you this way, much more… except I need to do my job. So get up where I can see your ass.”

Alright, so, they were both turned on as hell.

And they were maybe even a bit hasty at this point.

And perhaps it was true that Alexander didn’t even care if he were to be killed, killed for corrupting this “god.”

But what they were about to do could not be avoided, the temptation lay bare; it was an unambiguous, crystal clear lagoon deep within the outskirts of a barren desert. Walking for unguided miles, it is an irresistible sight, a desirable taste that you seem to anticipate- but as you lap the fresh water with your tongue, it does not fail to surprise you. It is a sultry, summer sweetness.

Alexander’s eyes followed Dongho’s indisputably seamless, round bottom as it glided through the water. The edge of the pool, his destination to display himself to the other in a way he had yet to appreciate the feeling of, was where Dongho pulled himself up, effortlessly. Back and then ass facing his newly destined partner, he stayed with his knees pressed against the heated tiles, feet slipped over the brim with his toes skimming the water. While making sure he was near the shallow water, he curved his butt back in response to two hands briskly seizing his flesh.

“Your skin, how it gleams… is this the mark of a god?” Alexander says politely, in variance to his prior remarks.

“It’s the mark of bathing,” Dongho nearly giggled out, eyes relaxing in his head and mouth curled into a grateful grin. The circular motion on his rear, he was only used to his own hands performing. Dongho couldn’t see, but Alexander was smiling too, for a moment. Enjoying both the feel of the ripeness of lust beneath his fingertips and the youthful remark of the deity so near him, he couldn’t help but bite an upturned lip. This could only last for so long though; for then, he cleared his throat and pulled one of his hands away, trailing it up Dongho’s body as best as he could with his distance, grabbing at the chin he found.

“Spit,” he said calmly.

“What?”

“I said spit. In my hand… like I’m filthy dirt and you take pity on me.” His hands waved, gesturing again for what he had asked for. Dongho waited one more moment before opening his mouth. Saliva was building up in every which way and some rolled down his thick, pink lower lip. Then he sucked some back and let out a harsh ‘too’ sound, the contents of his shadowed, moist mouth falling to the graceful hand below.

“There,” the hand was retracted; removed carefully, so as to not rest against the soft skin surrounding its travel. Alexander examined the glistening moisture before sliding it delicately across his manhood. Once finished there, he glides the excess spit off his hand and near Dongho’s riveting opening. “Now I will make you pay for seeing me as dirt.”

((haha it just ends there haha you poor thing))

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