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Seth
Seth knew it was a mistake to agree to Horus’ offer. But sitting atop the younger god, Seth felt strangely powerful, like it was Seth’s choice in this, and not Horus’. Like somehow Horus wouldn’t take advantage, like he always did, and like Horus had a right to, given Seth was still his prisoner. Though Maat’s spell hadn’t been clutching at him as of late, either because Seth was fully adjusted to it or… Seth wasn’t sure.
Horus gazed up at Seth with those bright blue eyes that reminded Seth of a strong river. Eyes that could pull you in and drown you, with depths that were maybe best left unexplored. Seth had always liked rivers, and used to sleep by them, listening to the sound of birds and insects and humans working in the distance. He’d chat with Sebek, and listen to the gossip Sebek’s priests picked up, to tell Isis, later. Horus’ eyes were like a relic of Isis’ power as a river goddess, reeling Seth into memory and doubt.
Seth could already feel Horus’ half-hard cock beneath him, which pulled him back to the present. Seth almost scoffed: it was like Horus barely needed any encouragement. Perhaps if not for the history between them, Seth would feel flattered. But it just felt like whatever this was would devolve into Horus’ usual tortuous sex affair. Seth knew Horus could be delicate if he wished: the way Horus moved with the sword was focused and pointed. But Horus in bed was brutal and demanding. He couldn’t be anything else.
Dare Seth trust otherwise, with this more thoughtful Horus? Or am I just assuming there’s nothing better to do and I can’t fall asleep because I’ve got Nephthys’ words on my mind and Horus would at least keep me from running over them again and again? He’d also gotten so used to watching Horus demonstrate his techniques during their sparring that he was almost wondering if there was something Horus hadn’t shown before. Something not animalistic or ruining. Physically pleasurable, sure, Seth’s body always reacted him, but enjoyable? I don’t know about that.
Horus reached out with his right hand to Seth’s left knee, but when his fingers touched skin, Seth flinched back a little. Horus lowered his hand, simply gazing up at Seth.
Seth snorted, knowing this was off to an excellent start. “Is this supposed to make me feel better? You just lay there and do nothing?”
“If that’s what makes you comfortable,” Horus replied, gazing back steadily. “Is it distracting enough?”
Seth glared at him. “You’re not funny.”
“What do you want me to do?” Horus raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to be a monster to you, so I can be the worse monster, and bring you some comfort in your own lesser monstrousness?”
Seth swallowed, annoyed that Horus saw right through him. “No. I just…” He breathed in. “Maybe. I don’t know.” He looked down at Horus’ hands. He wasn’t afraid of them. He refused to be. “Just touch me. Do whatever.” His cheeks burned as he said it. I can’t believe I’m telling him to. But I also just want it over, to move to the next terrible thing in my life. He ignored the fact that he was the one to bring Horus down to the bed.
“You practically let me defeat you.”
Horus’ words from what seemed so long ago now sent chills through Seth. Was this just more self-destruction? And should he stop it? Or just… accept its inevitability? He didn’t think he could experience anything good anymore, anyway.
Horus waited a moment before reaching out again, gently caressing Seth’s knee.
Seth breathed in deeply, waiting for things to turn bad.
Horus’ left hand rose and did the same to Seth’s right knee. The touches were gentle and slow, nearly ticklish. Horus’ right hand moved back, then, slipping under Seth’s shendyt, to Seth’s thigh, touching the softer skin there.
Seth shivered, a little unnerved by Horus moving under the cloth, but Seth didn’t run away. He wouldn’t. He could if he wanted to. But he wouldn’t. If Horus thought he could make this good, he’d have to prove it. Seth hadn’t minded sex once, at least with Nephthys. He’d even liked it. But after the discovery of her betrayal, it just became empty pleasure, one he stopped taking part in. His body reacted, and that didn’t mean anything.
Horus’ left hand slipped under Seth’s shendyt as well, cupping Seth’s right thigh and lightly squeezing. “You’re really tense.”
Seth rolled his eyes. “And why do you think that is? You feeling me up is hardly new.” He knew what to expect already.
Horus didn’t reach for Seth’s dick. Instead, he gently massaged Seth’s thighs, back and forth, back and forth, in a way that was strangely lulling. “Remove your shendyt for me.”
Seth sighed, thinking, Of course, and took it off, leaving himself bared. It’s not like Horus hadn’t seen Seth’s nude form before. But Horus seemingly ignored Seth’s cock and focused on moving his fingers over Seth’s thighs, touching all the spots he could reach, even poking his fingers lightly behind Seth’s knees in an odd pinching way. It felt almost curious, like Horus was just exploring him.
“Turn around,” Horus finally said, almost startling Seth after lulling him into a near doze with the movements, “and bring your ass to my neck.”
Seth frowned, deeply confused by this. “What?”
“What, you don’t want to sit on my face?” Horus asked with a smile. “I feel like that’d make you happy.”
The image that popped into Seth’s head from that was ridiculous and made Seth want to cover his face in embarrassment. Is that what he thinks I'm missing? The idea was ridiculous. But he could see an almost challenge in Horus’ eyes, as if Seth wasn’t even capable of it, and Seth wouldn’t take that. “I… Fine!” If you want me to sit on your face so badly, whatever! He pushed up, noting that Horus’ fingers let him go. Then Seth turned and moved back until Horus’ nose brushed Seth’s butt. “There!”
Despite the way he sounded, he didn’t feel like he’d won anything. But he’d moved, anyway. Horus had commented enough about Seth’s ass, that Seth assumed he enjoyed the view.
Horus sighed, making Seth shiver as it hit his ass. Horus reached out grabbed Seth’s hips, pulling him backward, and slightly pulling his legs apart.
Seth’s face burned when Horus’ lips touch Seth’s hole. There wasn’t any biting, just gentle sucking that made Seth shiver all over. But Horus held him in place. When Horus’ tongue teased its way inside Seth’s body, Seth grabbed his left arm with his right, and breathed in deeply. He’d done this for Nephthys before, but it was a whole different story when Horus did it to him. Invasive and intimidating but… something else, too.
Horus’ tongue pushed its way in deeper, making Seth gasp. It felt like burning, but not unpleasant. And Horus just kept moving his tongue happily.
Despite the fact that all of Seth’s nerve endings felt like they were on fire, Seth knew if he moved in a particular way, he could probably crush Horus’ face. It’d be a weird way to try to kill the younger god, but it was doable. Seth didn’t particularly feel like trying it, but it was a weird way for him to feel in control, even as Horus pulled Seth closer to get that awful tongue deeper. And Seth realized he was automatically pressing back on it. The sounds Horus was making as he worked made Seth’s face burn even hotter, and he ducked his head, as if someone was watching them.
Eventually, Horus pulled away and said, “Turn around again.” His voice was breathy. “I want you to ride my cock.”
During Horus’ ministrations, Seth had gone into some strange shaky place of pleasure-shock, and was so used to taking Horus’ orders at this point that he simply nodded and moved forward. His ass felt sloppy, even now, and Horus hadn’t even fucked him properly yet. He turned himself around, and his eyes widened at the sight of Horus’ face.
Horus’ eyes were dazed, and he was sweating. Saliva dripped from his mouth. His blue eyes burned, and he grinned at Seth. “You taste good.”
Seth looked away and carefully moved himself. He knew Horus’ cock had been getting harder while Horus worked, and Seth easily bumped into it.
He was treated to the sight of Horus grunting.
Seth smirked at that, and rubbed his ass against Horus’ cock, knowing it probably hurt a lot at this point.
Horus breathed in deeply, and glared at Seth, but didn’t say anything, watching as Seth stroked his ass along Horus’ shaft.
Seth grimaced as he realized what he was doing. What, was he enjoying this or something? Well yes, but… He shook his head and lifted himself up, carefully lowering himself down over Horus’ cock. He grunted as it breached him, that cock so much bigger than Horus’ tongue. He was used to it at this point, after all the times Horus had fucked him, but it was still an adjustment.
“Take it slowly,” Horus said, his fingers rubbing Seth’s knees. “Take as long as you need.”
Seth breathed in shakily, wondering if this was some kind of trap. Echoes of Osiris’ words rang in his ears, but Horus expression wasn’t harsh, his words weren’t cutting. It wasn’t deepest night, there were no drugs circulating in Seth’s system. Anubis was safe and probably fucking Khnum somewhere. Nephthys was morose but off in her room again, having admitted everything. And Horus was here, speaking in a weirdly gentle word and focused on Seth’s pleasure, not his own, with eyes like a river.
Take as long as you need.
Osiris hadn’t wanted that. He’d wanted Seth to get to the part where Seth pleasured him. And there had been an expediency to the whole arrangement, mostly due to Osiris’ impatience. Horus, meanwhile, seemed content to just lay there.
So Seth went as slow as possible, gently adjusting to Horus’ girth. Part of it was he wanted to test Horus’ resolve. Another was that he wasn’t honestly sure what he, himself, wanted more: fast or slow. Slow seemed easier, anyway, though Seth was actually losing his patience. Eventually, he let himself fall the rest of the way, spearing himself with a gasp on Horus’ cock, and half falling forward over Horus’ chest.
Horus reached out and lightly grasped Seth’s arms, holding him in place. “Just breathe, Seth. Breathe.”
Seth felt his heart racing. He’d pushed himself down onto Horus, and now the younger god was what… comforting him? But Horus didn’t shove him back or mock him. He just let Seth rest there, like they had all the time in the world for anything. It was bizarre. Eventually, Seth pushed himself back up, wincing at the feel of Horus’ cock in his ass. It was so big and just… there.
“Show me what pace you like,” Horus said, his expression dark and heated.
Again it’s on me. What about you? “I thought you were supposed to be distracting me,” Seth said with a glare. “It feels like I’m doing all the work.”
“Is this not distracting?” Horus asked, almost innocently.
Seth almost said, From what? But he knew then he’d been caught in a trap. Frustrated, he focused on lifting himself up slowly and moving down, testing how it felt with Horus’ cock in his ass. He realized it’d be annoying to lose the thing and have to get it back inside himself, so the process required learning some careful movements that meant it didn’t fall out, and more so that Seth could more easily move up and down on it.
Horus seemed perfectly content letting Seth go, or at least he was saving any criticisms for later. Seth supposed this all meant Horus had little to do, so what was there to complain about?
That annoyed Seth, and he began moving up and down harder, wanting to feel Horus struggling more.
Horus made a soft grunt, and his right leg twitched. But he kept himself largely still. His right hand moved to Seth’s left knee on one drop, and Horus squeezed Seth’s knee, but otherwise, he made no response.
Seth found an angle that made his insides light up whenever Seth dropped down and focused on repeating the motion.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Horus said, clearly pleased. “Spread over my lap like a painting. Working yourself up and down on my cock.”
Seth’s face burned. There’s the mockery. Thought the tone was more neutral than usual. Horus just seemed generally pleased.
Horus rubbed Seth’s knee again. “Do you like it when I rub your cock?”
Seth swallowed. Is he asking so he knows how to toy with me? But Horus didn’t move. He just kept his hand on Seth’s knee, leaving Seth’s hard cock alone. Seth couldn’t focus enough to deal with himself, and was mostly trying to reach his release moving up and down on Horus’ dick, so Seth wasn’t sure how to answer.
“I think you’ll get where you want eventually,” Horus said, his voice calm and strangely patient. “But if you want help, just ask.” And then he just lay there.
It was infuriating. Seth glared. “Put your hands to use, then!”
Horus’ eyes widened, but he reached out and gently wrapped his fingers around Seth’s cock, as if Seth was some delicate flower.
Seth was so hard that he cried out at the touch, hunching half over and stopping his movements over Horus’ cock.
Horus’ fingers didn’t move. They just carefully rested around Seth’s dick, waiting.
Seth got control of his breathing back and sat back up, gazing down at Horus’ left hand. Horus could do a lot of damage with that hand.
Horus moved his thumb, rubbing it around the cockhead, making Seth groan, even as he tried to get back into his rhythm. “That’s good, Seth. Just like that. Let yourself go.”
Seth was confused by the words and fell hard, hitting that spot inside himself in a way that sent sparks racing through him, combining with a gentle squeeze from Horus’ hand, and then Seth came hard.
Horus grunted and came inside Seth’s ass, filling Seth up with his seed.
Seth leaned forward, gasping. But he was strangely exhausted by his careful maneuvering earlier, trying to fight himself and Horus, so he couldn’t move much. He was used to the filling feeling, so he could ignore it. He let the pleasure of his orgasm fill him up, too.
In his distraction, he spotted Horus’ expression, and saw that Horus’ eyes were shut too, and he was breathing quickly. He wore a slight smile.
I did that to him, Seth thought. Somehow, it made something in his heart warm. Horus had never been afraid to show how much pleasure he got out of Seth.
Horus’ eyes peeked open a little, showing those deep blue eyes again. His smile widened.
Seth shook himself. Nonsense. He shut his eyes, and let his orgasm move through him.