𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♛ 24. College Professor. History & Culture, Soccer Coach. Alluring, Narcissistic, Trickster. Dark Themes. Ships with Chem. ❦ + ⟳

⠀ ݁ ✯ ⠀ ⠀ ⎯⎯ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑪͟𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝑹͟𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 Earth just lost her 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 defender, so we're here to 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. And if you wanna stand in our way . . we'll fight you too.

ᅠ ᅠ cain’s reaching behind him and already palming that heft bulge he always remembered like the back of his hand. every inch, every vein. it was a language to him. “stop holding back, handsome.” ᅠ ᅠ

𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐁 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍

ᅠ ᅠ surprised at the sudden kiss, cain could feel his tense muscles relax in hayes’s embrace, lips savoring the sea god’s. after pulling away, he flashed hayes a smile. “i take that as a yes.” ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ smacks HAYES.’s plump ass. ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ cain pressed his body against hayes’s back, having his own hands wrap around the god’s waist and chest, groping his 𝐛𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. “i don’t mind being 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝.” ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ cain chuckled as his own hands continued wandering hayes’s godly stature, taking note of every muscle and flex. “have you missed me much, or just the ways i make you 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝?” ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ “hmm, more like restless, i would say.” he chuckled as his forehead was pecked. ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ cain trailed behind as he also took a sip from his mug, containing herbal tea tasting like ambrosia. “i’m sure you’re thinking of a few guesses already.” cain chuckled softly. ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ the winged god laughed softly. “no, i guess i can’t,” he said with a sly smile before taking another sip, basking in the warmth of the morning sun and smell of dew. ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ he’s putting a chrysanthemum atop hayes’s head just for the heck of it, while the sea god lay his head upon the winged god’s lap. ( HAYES. ) ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ “very much so,” cain said with a light chuckle. he ruffled the flower against the god’s nose before settling it on his chest. ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ rose-red brims curled into an amused smile of radiance, tapping the pad of his pointer against the tip of hayes’s nose. “silly,” he said with soft laugh. “how are you today, handsome?” ᅠ ᅠ