Tags of note: gay incest, threesome, double penetration

Marcus knocked on the door with a firm hand and waited to be allowed entry. Once in he walked over to Celeste and gave him a soft look. Even though he was there for a serious reason he still couldn’t help but think how delicious Celeste looked in his short gauzy white dress. His perfect skin seemed to glow and his shining raven hair was up in a high ponytail making him look young and effervescent.

Celeste was at his armoire rearranging clothes. He gave the god of Death a smile, “How can I help you?”

Marcus took a deep breath then said, “I wished to apologize. I know, by now, Connor must have told you what happened in my office the other day.”

Celeste’s smile changed to pursed lips. He didn’t confirm or deny but his expression answered for him anyway.

Marcus continued, “I should never have called you a slut. That was so rude of me and—”

“Nope,” Celeste cut him off as he threw his blouse into the closet then flopped down onto his bed, “stop right there. This has nothing to do with name calling. I could care less about that,” he leveled the taller god with a piercing stare, “what I take issue with is the fact that you assumed I would thrall my brothers. Consent is very important to me!” He watched Marcus’ eyes grow wide and he realized that the other man hadn’t even thought about the implications of suggesting Celeste had manipulated his brothers. He went on, “I never force anyone into their desire, for me or anyone else. I only enhance it or draw energy from it,” he shrugged, “Or both.”

Marcus made a slow nod then took a seat next to Celeste and he looked sufficiently humbled. He apologized again, softly this time, doubting that his words would hold enough weight. As it was, Celeste knew that Marcus wasn’t trying to be malicious but his statement came from a lack of knowledge of how his lust gift worked. Celeste leaned over and touched Marcus’ cheek gently and turned his head a bit so he would look at him.

The god of Lust gave the god of Death a smile, “I appreciate you taking the time to come speak with me.”

“Well, I consider you a friend…I don’t want to hurt you…”

“I know,” Celeste ran his fingers through Marcus’ soft black hair, “I accept your apology.”

Marcus smiled then stood, his slightly taller frame towering over Celeste, “Thank you, I don’t deserve it, I was so out of line. I hope I can make it up to you some day,” he made his way towards the door.

Celeste followed him for a time, before stopping at his desk and suddenly announcing, “You can make it up to me now…”

Marcus looked over his shoulder and saw Celeste sitting on top of his desk with his legs spread wide. His limp cock and smooth balls were clearly visible under his dress. Celeste smirked and swung his legs.

Marcus cocked a brow but was instantly drawn to the other man. Celeste was so damn pretty and he could lure him with just a glance sometimes. So seeing his private area was exceptionally tempting. Marcus unconsciously licked his lips then slowly walked back over to his friend. Celeste’s smirk turned into a sweet knowing grin. Marcus stepped up to him, between his smooth pale legs, and smiled back. He touched his thigh then ran his large hand up Celeste’s dress, all the way up to the head of his cock.

Marcus began to stroke Celeste there lightly, rubbing the tip of his thumb over the silky head. He whispered, “I came here with a heavy heart and you still aim to seduce me?”

“I forgave you, your heart should no longer be heavy,” Celeste rolled his hips, he could feel Marcus’ desire grow and it excited him.

“Will we ever have a conversation in which you don’t try to get me to bed you?”

“Try?” Celeste bit his lower lip seductively then chuckled, “Has there ever been a conversation in which you said no?” Suddenly he pushed at Marcus and jumped off the desk. He made a show of smoothing the skirt of his dress then he walked around to the other side, putting the desk between them. He leaned over and with playfulness in his eyes said, “But, alas, maybe you are right. Maybe I was too quick to forgive you. Maybe I should let you reflect more on what you said about me,” he let out a loud dramatic sigh.

Marcus snorted a laugh, “You expect me to take you seriously when you are already half hard?” In three long strides he was back in Celeste’s space. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him deeply, bending him back until Celeste had to grip his shirt not to fall.

Celeste moaned into the kiss and opened his mouth so Marcus could explore with his skilled tongue. He lifted his leg and wrapped it around Marcus’ waist and this new position forced the god of Death to hold him up. The show of strength turned him on and Celeste moaned once more. Marcus straightened them but didn’t end the kiss, instead he moved one hand beneath Celeste’s dress and began to fondle his balls. Celeste gasped and began to rock his hips until his cock was fully hard.

Marcus finally ended the kiss and swiftly bent Celeste over the desk. He took a seat in the lush leather chair and rolled up to get closer to the other god. He flipped up Celeste’s skirt, took each cheek in hand, pulled him apart and leaned in. His tongue flicked over Celeste’s tight asshole causing the other to gasp, before he began to give it open mouth kisses, pushing his tongue inside just as he had done to his mouth. Marcus ate Celeste out with glee, moaning and smacking with abandon. Celeste’s erection bounced with pleasure and he spread his legs wider, inviting the other god to keep feasting on his sensitive opening.

Marcus came up for air and said, “Celeste, you’re so lovely, please let me take you now.”

Celeste loved how desperate he sounded. He smiled and answered, “Hurry.”

Marcus wasted no time, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants. He took off his cloak and threw it aside. He spit on his hand and quickly lubed up his cock, though he knew from past experiences with the god of Lust that if the other wanted a smooth entry he would make it that way. He lined up and whispered, “Always so tight for me,” then popped the head in with one quick thrust.

Celeste let out a loud gasp and went up onto his toes at the entry. He pulled off his dress and threw it aside and now he was completely naked as Marcus continued to invade his body. He loved every second he was penetrated. Loved the feeling of being stretched. Loved the slight burn he allowed himself to feel. He really enjoyed sex with Marcus and it looked like it was going to be another pleasing time.

Once fully seated Marcus gave him a moment to adjust then he said, “I want to take you fast.”

Celeste glanced back, “I’m ready. Do whatever you please.”

Marcus groaned then pulled back and slammed in hard once. They both moaned then he began working over Celeste’s body the way he knew he liked it with strong quick thrusts that had the smaller god whimpering in pleasure with each inward motion. They moved together for a time until Marcus had built up a nice rhythm and Celeste had a thin sheen of sweat over his body.

There was a sudden knock at the door that made the two stop, then Bartholomew spoke, “You in here little brother?”

Celeste rolled his eyes, though he was the smaller of his other brothers, all three of them had sprung from the Great Mother at the same time. He was not the little brother. Marcus, hearing Bartholomew’s voice made a dissatisfied grunting noise then began rocking his hips again, a show that he could care less about what the other god was there for. Celeste gasped out at the movement but answered Bartholomew with a slightly breathless voice.

“I’m busy!”

Bartholomew heard the affected tone and smirked, “I don’t care if Lawrence is fucking you!” He opened the door then stopped abruptly when he saw his brother, naked, bent over his desk with the god of Death buried balls deep.

Celeste had outstretched his hand, like he could somehow push his brother out the door from his position across the room. Marcus’ hips stuttered then stopped and both of them were staring at Bartholomew wide eyed.

The god of War only took a split second to realize what was happening. Then his expression became murderous and he bellowed, “MARCUS?!”

Celeste dropped his hand and angrily ground out, “You can’t just barge in!”

Bartholomew didn’t care about that, “Marcus?! Really?! After what he said about you??”

“I apologized,” Marcus smirked wickedly, loving the look of disbelief on Bartholomew’s face, “this is make up sex,” he smiled wider then started up his movements again.

Celeste actually blushed, he couldn’t believe Marcus wasn’t running away in embarrassment. He looked back and hissed, “What are you doing?!”

Marcus just glanced down at him with that overly pleased smile then picked up the pace.

Bartholomew could clearly see the movement and he felt his anger rise, “Celeste, what the fuck!” He slammed the door then began to walk towards his brother, his cape fluttering around him, “After how he disrespected Connor?” His arms were flailing wildly as he spoke, “After how he treated Lawrence?”

Marcus sped up and Celeste couldn’t help but moan, even in the face of his brother’s wrath. Marcus was very skilled and his cock was stroking his insides with such intimate familiarity that it made his heart flutter. His body was being rocked by the thrusts now, he was still a bit too shocked himself to participate, but Marcus didn’t seem to mind having this time to use him any way he wanted.

Celeste’s eyes glazed over and he gave his brother a sultry look that made Bartholomew’s desire rear up. It fought with his irritation and anger as he got closer to Celeste.

One last try he reached out and gripped Celeste’s chin hard. The action, though done in anger, made the god of Lust whimper in arousal. He sneered, “Don’t you care about your brother at all?” He said it with heat, hoping it stung.

Celeste’s body tingled. Unlike how most of the other gods reacted, Bartholomew’s anger did not scare him, but rather his deep commanding voice and imposing musculature all tense and ready for a fight really got him going. He reached forward, not really thinking of the consequences, and rubbed both of his hands over his brother’s crotch then whispered seductively, “I love my brothers…” then he leaned forward and licked along the button fly while looking up at Bartholomew with his glistening sapphire eyes.

Bartholomew’s breath hitched as he looked down and watched the loveliest face he had ever seen worship his cock over his clothes. He was hard in minutes, hating that he was getting more and more aroused every time Marcus thrust harder and it forced Celeste to bury his nose in his awakening cock.

Marcus watched with rapt attention, taken aback by just how easy it was for these brothers to have sexual relations with one another. He knew he should be disgusted, this wasn’t right, but just as the time he watched Bartholomew fuck Lawrence he felt his body warm, his cock throbbing inside of Celeste. It was hot, he begrudgingly admitted to himself. Watching these beautiful brothers get each other off was fucking hot.

Bartholomew moved his hand from Celeste’s chin and grabbed a fistful of his brother’s navy dark hair. He gave it a pull and Celeste’s eyelids fluttered and he moaned while his tongue still laved circles around Bartholomew’s erection. Bartholomew’s brows furrowed and he frowned meanly, “Maybe Marcus shouldn’t have apologized. You are a slut.”

Celeste chuckled then licked his lips, “Don’t act like you don’t like me this way…” he reached up and began to unbutton his brother’s fly. Once successful he parted the garment and smiled when he saw wiry hair and a nice thick cock, “Oooohhh I love when you get so hard for me,” he reached in and pulled it out, “no underwear…easy access…” he looked up, “Is that why you were at my door? To seduce me?” When Bartholomew narrowed his eyes and didn’t answer Celeste chuckled again then began to lap at the tip.

Marcus didn’t like that attention had been drawn away from him so he roughly pulled Celeste back and sat down in the office chair. Then with his large hands wrapped around his trim waist Marcus forced Celeste to bounce up and down on his cock until the other man was crying out.

Bartholomew had jerked back at the abrupt movement, but now stood there holding his aching cock as he watched Celeste be manhandled. His brother’s long cock swayed up and down with the movement, flinging precum into the air. He didn’t like Marcus, so the thought of sharing his brother with him almost made him leave the room, but his brother was so mesmerizing, just so damn gorgeous that he felt his legs moving closer as though in a trance. He unclasped his cape and threw it aside as he stepped fully out of his pants. Now in just his uniform jacket and shirt he stepped up to Celeste and gripped his hair tightly. Celeste looked up at him and opened his mouth wide, tongue out like a tacky two-bit whore and Bartholomew slammed his cock in to the hilt with a grunt. Celeste gagged and his eyes started to water, but he wrapped his lips around the dick with strong suction.

Celeste was still bouncing up and down on Marcus’ cock which made sucking off his brother difficult but he wasn’t the god of Lust just in name. He found a rhythm that worked and kept his throat open as he gripped Marcus’ knees and took over the movement. He jumped up and down on Marcus’ lap with wild abandon as wet gluk gluk gluk noises from his throat filled the room. Marcus would grunt and groan every so often while Bartholomew told Celeste just how much of a pretty cocksucker he was being.

Marcus refused to look at Bartholomew; he felt that it would break the spell. This thing, whatever was happening, had made the sex with Celeste better and he didn’t want to give that up. Every time the beautiful god choked on his brother’s cock his already tight hole would constrict and flutter, massaging Marcus with each inward thrust.

Celeste pulled back and Bartholomew’s dick popped from his mouth with a wet smack then he stood up from Marcus’ cock. Both men groaned at the lack of pleasure, but Celeste’s eyes were glowing a shimmering blue so they knew the fun wasn’t over. Celeste looked over his shoulder, his ponytail whipping around dramatically as he ordered Marcus to get on his bed.

Marcus obeyed, stripping out of every article of clothing he had left before he lay on his back in the center of the bed. Celeste walked over to him and straddled him with a seductive smirk. Marcus’ heart was beating wildly, his fingers tingled as he reached up to touch Celeste’s thighs. He looked into those shining eyes and knew Celeste was letting him experience his gift, it had been so long since they had done that and Marcus’ breath caught in his throat. His pleasure soared and he shivered as Celeste lined up his slick opening before slowly sinking down to take the god’s rod into his body again.

Bartholomew watched from his place still at the desk, his brother was so perfect, so absolutely stunning that he could watch him work for hours. As it was though, his dick was throbbing and he wanted to touch and taste him so badly that his admiration didn’t last long. He was quickly naked as well then in three strides he was behind his brother kneeling on the bed.

Before Celeste could even wrap his head around the movement Bartholomew had grabbed his ass and dove in. He licked around the hole and bit each round cheek as he moaned with satisfaction.

Marcus’ upward thrusts stopped for a moment as he realized he could feel Bartholomew’s tongue lapping at his shaft as it explored the rim of his brother’s spread hole. He couldn’t believe that Bartholomew could look past his disdain for him enough to lick his dick. Though, on second thought, maybe it was a price he was willing to pay to have a go at Celeste’s pretty body.

Celeste gasped at the feeling of being penetrated and licked at the same time and he couldn’t help but moan and beg for more. He started to bounce his hips along with Marcus’ movements, teasing his rim with the tip of Marcus’ cock before slamming down to take it all in one go again. His own erection was straining, leaking precum in a stream onto Marcus’ toned abs as it shook lewdly during the rough sex.

Bartholomew wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grabbed Celeste’s hips hard forcing the two other men to stop. Celeste looked back about to ask why when he was pushed forward by Bartholomew’s strong hand. He fell on top of Marcus and the god of Death wrapped his arms around him and looked up at Bartholomew angrily, about to reprimand him for his rudeness when he noticed the other man wasn’t looking at him. Rather, Bartholomew was slicking up his cock with a saliva coated hand and lining up just above Marcus’, still buried in Celeste’s ass.

Celeste held his breath when he felt the other tip rubbing along his rim. He tried to sit up but Bartholomew held him down. He furrowed his brow and said with a slight bit of panic in his voice, “Um…you’re both rather large…I don’t know if—”

“Mmm, you whore,” Bartholomew licked his upper teeth and looked absolutely wicked, “of course you can take us.”

“I’m actually not sure…” Celeste could feel the push against his hole, the pulling of his muscles.

“Brother mine,” Bartholomew let out a sigh, “relax…your slutty hole was literally made for dicks.”

Marcus looked angrier and when Celeste noticed he quickly kissed him on the lips. He held the kiss, using his tongue to distract himself and Marcus while Bartholomew worked to enter him. Finally with a cry from Celeste and a gasp from Marcus, Bartholomew’s cockhead breached Celeste’s rim. It was an extremely tight fit and it made Bartholomew moan in pleasure.

Marcus reached up and took Celeste’s face in his hand, worry clear on his face.

Celeste smiled and shook his head, “No no, I’m fine,” he chuckled, “this is just how we play.”

“Oh yeah, guess you wouldn’t be privy to that,” Bartholomew finally looked at Marcus, “unless he says the safe word I am free to indulge,” he snapped his hips and slid about a third of himself deeper into his brother, “fucking hell that’s so good…”

Marcus tensed up in shock, he had never been part of a double penetration before. Feeling not only the tightness of Celeste, but also the hard steel of Bartholomew’s cock was a sensation he couldn’t quite pinpoint but knew he would never forget. And now knowing that Celeste wasn’t really in distress he could enjoy himself to the fullest. So he relaxed, gave Celeste a peck to his rosy lips then started to move.

It seemed like the friction from Marcus helped aid Bartholomew a bit until the push and pull had him fully seated. Celeste’s eyes glowed and just so everyone would have more fun he languished in the fullness as he willed his body to loosen just a bit and self-lubricate. This was something he didn’t often do, the action freaked humans out way too much, but seeing as he was being pummeled by two gods he knew they would understand.

Bartholomew and Marcus both completely realized and appreciated the extra care Celeste was taking and as if on cue both of them sped up. Bartholomew slapped his brother’s ass a few times just to watch it jiggle and Marcus pinched his nipples just to hear him yelp. 

Celeste was euphoric, two of the most handsome men he adored were both cooperating to bring him pleasure. Both larger than him, stronger and vying for dominance in his tight ass, manhandling him like a toy. He was ecstatic and overcome with arousal. No one, not even himself, was touching his cock and he was sure these two beasts would make him come.

“What’s going on here?” Marcus asked and Celeste looked down at himself. He was flinging precum all over Marcus’ cut abs but also dripping milk from his nipples. Marcus squeezed his chest and Celeste cried out as a stream shot out of both tips, “Fuck,” Marcus whispered, then without warning reared up and took a nipple into his mouth.

Celeste threw his head back and cried out, the additional stimulation making him come. Bartholomew felt the tale tell signs of Celeste’s asshole fluttering and clenching around his cock so he reached up and began to choke his brother. The show of dominance made Celeste’s eyes roll back and he started up another, albeit, shorter round of coming.

Marcus thought Celeste looked stunning, his head back, hair in disarray, Bartholomew’s large hand wrapped around his slim neck, his long cock jerking as he ejaculated all over his stomach. The scene was too much, the god of Lust too beautiful and Marcus was coming as well, coating Celeste’s tight inner walls and Bartholomew’s stiff member all in one go.

“Fuck you both!” Bartholomew grunted and pulled out of Celeste, he pushed his brother aside and with a sneer shot his cum all over Marcus’ body.

The god of Death’s eyes widened as he watched Bartholomew defile him. He instantly felt combative and, not wanting the other god to know he was getting to him he sat up and gripped Bartholomew’s cock.

He gave it three strong yanks and sneered back, “Yeah, get it all over me.”

Bartholomew was too shocked to try to hide his surprise and Celeste was biting his lip and running his fingers over his slightly gaping ass as he watched the show.

Finally spent Bartholomew slapped Marcus’ hand away and growled out, “Asshole.”

Marcus rolled his eyes then fell back to the bed. He looked up at Bartholomew and said, “Bastard.”

Celeste giggled, “Now kiss!”

Bartholomew cut eyes angrily at his brother but it just made him laugh more. Celeste rolled over and gave Marcus a long, luxurious kiss then whispered to him, “That felt wonderful,” he looked up and waved his brother down and once Bartholomew obeyed he gave him a kiss as well. He smiled at him and said, “Next time, we should get Lawrence in on this.”

“I’m pretty sure there won’t be a next time,” Marcus drawled.  

Celeste smirked, “Oh honey, don’t ever underestimate my alure nor Bartholomew’s sex drive.”

“Fuck you,” Bartholomew scoffed.

Celeste draped his body over Marcus’ and snuggled in, “Again?” He laughed when his brother pursed his lips with a sigh.

To everyone’s surprise Bartholomew lay down next to Marcus, he didn’t cuddle, but he was close enough that they were touching. Close enough to convey that he didn’t actually hate Marcus, they just didn’t jell all the time.

Marcus felt the pull of his gift but didn’t want to leave just yet. He was surprisingly content, laying between these two brothers, a fact that should repulse him. But, dammit, if it hadn’t been the best sex of his life. He closed his eyes and after realizing the pull of his gift could wait for a moment he allowed himself the time to enjoy the companionable silence. Finally though, he had to go.

He sat up and smiled down at Celeste who looked up curiously, “I am being called. My gift cannot wait any longer.”

Celeste nodded, “I understand.”

Marcus leaned over and gave him a peck to his lips, “Until next time,” then after a moment he moved and gave Bartholomew a peck as well. He saw the other god’s eyes widen and he gave him a soft smile then said, “I enjoyed myself,” then he stood, gathered his clothes from the floor and with a quick flash of light he was gone.

Celeste looked over at Bartholomew who was touching his lips. He smiled then said, “Next time I want to watch you two together.”

Bartholomew dropped his hand, “There will be no ‘next time’.”

Celeste laughed then scooted over and wrapped his arms around his brother. He didn’t believe him in the slightest.