Aaren picked up a long grey feather with white specks, watching Hades closely in case he changed his mind. Ballus would’ve had a fit and stormed off in outrage. Hades crouched back down on the floor next to Aaren like this was just another thing they did.
Aaren tickled Hades’ cheek with the feather. He flicked it against Hades’ jaw, chin, and throat. Then he drew it back up to trace the seam of his lips. Hades’ mouth curved into a handsome smile.
His heart skipping, Aaren teased the feather over Hades’ pecs and nipples. The little nubs hardened.
“It tickles a little,” Hades said, amused.
So Aaren drew it down Hades’ treasure trail and over his cock, flicking it under his balls. Hades rumbled, his cock swelling slightly.
“Would it be weird if you got the feather wet with your precome, and I stuck it in your nose?” Aaren asked.
Hades shrugged. “It’s just precome.”
Aaren petted Hades’ tip with the feather. Then he wriggled it under Hades’ nose, and dipped it into one nostril.
Hades sneezed.
To Aaren’s delight, Hades merely raised an eyebrow. “Want that in your nose, now that it’s been in mine?”
“No!” Aaren said. “That’s kind of weird.”
Hades laughed. “Of course it is.”
He picked up a long, black feather and swept it over Aaren’s face, over his eyelids, nose, and lips. Then he drew it down the same path Aaren had taken, over his throat, chest, and nipples. The feather was a light touch, barely there, but it made Aaren aware of every inch of skin it caressed.
Warm fingers caught the zipper on Aaren’s panties and tugged, opening them down the middle so Aaren’s cock and balls slipped out through the gap, hanging naked in the open air between his legs.
The feather flicked over those sensitive parts, light bursts of pleasure that made him gasp.
“Beautiful,” Hades murmured, stroking the feather up and down Aaren’s cock.
“It tickles,” Aaren whimpered.
Hades drew the feather up and down in longer strokes. Aaren grew hard, and the feather continued to tease him.
“Now, I’m going to wash off the cucumber scent,” Hades purred, setting the feather aside and standing up.
Aaren whined.
“You can choose to stay on the floor, or join me in the shower. Just a quick scrub. I’m ready to get back in bed.”
“Shower,” Aaren decided.
Hades helped him to his feet. He wrapped his warm hand around Aaren’s cock and balls, squeezing him once. Then he hooked his thumbs into the sheer panties and slid them down Aaren’s legs, before leading him into the shower.
It was kind of weird, standing around in the shower while Hades washed himself. Aaren didn’t need to; he had showered before sticking the feathers on himself. Drops of water landed on him, not enough to drench him since he was tucked into the corner, just watching.
“This is like a porn movie,” Aaren blurted.
Hades chuckled, low and rough. His biceps bunched as he shampooed his hair, clear rivulets of water trickling down his pecs and abs. They followed the V of his hips and sluiced down his cock and balls, while other rivulets crisscrossed his ample thighs. Hades soaped the rest of his body, large hands stroking his chest and abdomen, gripping his cock and sliding around his balls.
When the shower spray rinsed off the suds, Aaren ducked in, taking Hades’ tip into his mouth for a quick suck.
“You’re feeling better?” Hades growled.
“Yeah.” Aaren moaned and took him deeper.
“Good.” Hades let Aaren stay on his cock for a while, fingers sliding through Aaren’s hair to hold him in place. He grew bigger and harder, rolling his hips to push deeper into Aaren’s mouth. Aaren moaned. Hades held him there, before finally pulling out and leading Aaren out of the shower.
