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When Horus woke, he was still sitting on the floor of Seth's tent and leaning against Seth's cot. He looked up and over his shoulder to see Seth still laying on the cot, with his back to Horus, his long red hair behind him.
It was still early morning: Horus could feel the sun rising outside the tent. The servants hadn’t come in to disturb them. He wondered if Seth had to call them.
Horus wanted to reach out and touch the pale skin of Seth’s shoulder, but didn’t dare. Even though Seth had been open last night before they’d both fallen asleep, that didn’t change things between them, or how Seth felt generally about touch.
“You are staring at me.”
Horus blinked. “You’re awake Unc-Seth?”
“…Yes.”
“Did I wake you?”
“No.”
After Seth turned onto his back, he stared at the tent ceiling, his hands resting on his chest. Like this, his face was even more intimidating and beautiful.
Horus hoped to never stop looking at it.
“I don’t know what it is you’re looking for,” Seth said quietly, seemingly paying him no mind. “Since I have no new information to offer. I don’t know who killed your father. Or why. And I have no idea who would.”
Horus blinked, pulling himself out of whatever trance he was lost in. “I believe you. I’ve been ruminating over my next steps. And considering your earlier advice.”
“I wish I had better answers for you,” Seth replied. “Honestly. But I simply don’t.”
Horus tilted his head. “Something happened that made you leave the palace and come out here. Would you talk to me about it?”
“I wouldn’t even talk to Nephthys about it. So no, I’m not going to talk to you about it.” The vitriol was strong, and Horus reeled back slightly from it.
Seth looked at him, grimaced, then looked back at the ceiling, and didn’t say anything.
“I understand Un… Seth.”
The previous night they’d sat for a long time, with Seth in Horus’ arms, not talking. Horus was shocked when he realized at some point Seth had fallen asleep, so he gently placed the other god back on the cot and sat at his side, watching, hoping Seth slept peacefully. He hadn’t expected to fall asleep himself.
Now they might as well have been standing as far apart as they had the first day they met.
“It can be so quiet out here,” Seth said.
Horus watched him. Watched the distant look in his eyes, as if he could see beyond the tent. But what was he looking for?
“It’s good, of course,” Seth continued, “Honestly, it’s one of the best things about being out here. But… I find I miss the music of the city at times.”
Horus considered, then offered, “We could go—”
“No. I’ll not go back.”
“Of course not… Seth.” Horus grimaced at himself.
“…Let’s go hunting.”
“…Of course… Seth.”
Morning rituals were different out in the desert, but the servants didn’t struggle with having another god to care for. Horus found their attentions good, and was glad Seth had helpful underlings to look after him. Horus felt clean and refreshed as he stepped towards the chariot, and Seth looked a bit brighter as well, even with his headdress back on, hiding much of his face again.
Their first target was a large, dark purple boar, the size of several adult humans. Its tusks were each easily the size of a child. Seth had first found the huge tracks, and led them towards it as the sun rose, warming their backs.
Horus was glad to fall back into their easy camaraderie of days past.
Upon finding the creature running along the dunes, Seth grinned from atop his chariot, clearly enjoying the hunt. The sunlight made his skin nearly glow. “There it is!”
Horus flew above him, watching the great beast roar as Seth leapt from his chariot. Seth formed his wicked black bow and aimed at the beast mid-air.
The battle was brief. Horus was no help at all, simply watching as Seth finished the creature off, before leaping to his chariot to hunt even more. As Horus looked back, wondering what to do with the corpse – and worried for any humans that came across such a creature, as they could be poisonous and even physically dangerous to the untrained – he saw Seth’s sacred beasts appear from the dunes, slavering over the remains.
Horus followed after his uncle.
They spent their day that way. At times, Horus went in for the killing blow, taking down a giant worm whose screams released vampire bats, a rat the size of three camels, with three heads, and two chimeras of creatures he couldn’t name. Seth was unstoppable, though, and just as fierce against such creatures as he’d been against armies. Horus had seen him hunt before, but not like this.
At one point, Horus stabbed a sand spear Seth had lent him into an enormous bull with several eyes and four mouths full of fangs. The creature had enough strength to pull Horus down with it, yanking Horus’ arm slightly. Horus let go of the spear and stepped back, shaking his hand with a frown.
He heard Seth’s laughter, and then turned to see the other god walking forward. “Did it take you by surprise, Horus?”
Horus blinked. Seth… had never called him by his name, before.
It sent an odd thrill through him.
The beast cried out, and Seth turned to it, leaping astride it to strike down with another spear, silencing it forever.
Horus watched as Seth hopped back down. Seth grimaced at him. “You have to ensure it’s dead, or else your mother will come for my head after I send your body to her.” He looked up at Horus slightly, though Horus couldn’t fully read his expression. “Are you all right?” He reached out to Horus’ face, but pulled back his hand before touching Horus’ skin, and frowned.
Horus blinked. “I am fine, Seth. Thank you.”
Seth nodded with a “hmph”, and then walked back to the chariot.
Horus wondered what would have happened if Seth hadn’t hesitated.
As they finally rode back to the camp, Horus said, “I’ve never seen so many of such creatures at once.”
“Many of them were killed in ancient times,” Seth said, gazing ahead, seemingly calmed by all the slaughter. “But some fled to the deeper parts of the desert and Egypt’s borders. Feeding on foreign soldiers, and sometimes each other. Some even went to Duat, but came back, changed.”
“They can do that?”
Seth shrugged. “Duat is not my domain, so I don’t know. I simply clean them up as I can, to protect the humans. Osiris…” Seth grimaced. “He was the master of life and death. He would sometimes bring them back, for sport, and sometimes we’d make a game of it. But sometimes it was just for me. He liked to watch…” His expression clouded over, seemingly angry.
“…Seth?”
“…It doesn’t matter.”
What did Father do to you? Horus wondered as they traveled along. What did you perhaps do to each other?
They didn’t speak for the rest of their journey.
Seth parked his chariot in the camp and got out, but then stopped before returning to the tent. There was more activity in the servant's area than usual, and there were clearly more humans around than before. Usually they made themselves absent when they weren’t preparing food or cleaning.
A small falcon that had been resting on a camel brought in by the new humans flew to Horus’ shoulder. “A surprise for you, Seth,” Horus said, stepping onto the sand nearby and watching Seth’s movements. “Some entertainment for dinner.” He was nervous about this, but hopeful. He’d sent the falcon off for this earlier in the day, before they’d left for the hunt, hoping it might cheer Seth a little.
“I didn’t ask you to tell more people where we are.” Seth’s expression was now annoyed at best.
“They were veiled on the way here. And they will be so when they return. They’ll have no memory of this place: something Mother taught me.” One of the lesser spells he was good with.
Seth grimaced, but allowed Horus to lead him back into the tent, which was opened up a bit, with a table set up for their meal.
They sat together as servants brought them food and drink. Horus noted Seth’s surprise when dancers came out into the open area before them, while the musicians sat on the side on a colored mat and prepped their instruments.
Both gods were quiet as they watched the performers. Horus had seen many of them perform before, which was why he’d been fine when his falcon had found them. The dancers were beautiful, and the musicians vibrant, and all were skilled.
The beginning was quick and exuberant. Something purely to warm the dancers up and get the audience’s attention. It allowed Seth and Horus to focus a bit on their meal, though they could both appreciate the dancers’ ability. The second dance was a kind of animal dance, mimicking creatures hunting for each other. Perhaps it was the long hunt of the day, but something about the dancer movements reminded Horus of the mythical beasts they’d hunted, and the lithe movements of Seth’s sacred animals.
It culminated in a beautiful pair dance, with two young men who wore thin veils as they danced around each other, bending and twisting and gyrating. The music for this was almost hypnotic, and Horus noted Seth bending forward slightly to watch.
Horus paid attention to the dancers of course, but his eyes also stayed on Seth. The way the torchlight played on his pale skin. The way he sometimes rocked his head to the rhythm of the dancers. The way his lips curved in a soft smile of contentment.
Seth had felt so small in Horus’ arms the previous night. Sometimes it seemed as if the entire weight of the desert rested on Horus’ shoulders. And then it seemed as if there was simply a lithe man, resting in his arms. Muscular, but feeling delicate enough to be blown away with a breeze. Whatever he’d said and done with Nephthys had disturbed something deep in him, and Horus wished only to ensure that never happened again.
And… the music and the dancers called to something in Horus’ blood, making his heart speed up, his throat tighten, his very blood race. It was unavoidable now, particularly with the pair dancers moving as they did. He wanted Seth. In a way he hadn’t wanted past lovers or Hathor.
At one point, Seth looked his way, and the soft smile there faded. For a while, they simply gazed at each other.
Horus reached out before he even realized it, aiming for Seth’s headdress, but realized what he’d done, and quickly pulled back at the last second before making contact.
Seth simply watched him, his expression unreadable.
Eventually the dance ended, and Seth dismissed them before they could start another, and sent the servants away as well after they shut the tent up for the night.
The two gods sat there for a time, still watching each other. Seth in his throne, Horus in his chair. The table was gone, leaving so much space between them, yet so seemingly little. Horus could reach out to touch Seth if he wanted, but didn’t currently dare, though he felt a kind of cord between them, tense enough to break at the wrong moment.
“What is it you want?” Seth asked, quietly.
“…I don’t know,” Horus replied, still watching him. He did know. But he didn’t know how to voice it without embarrassing himself, or making Seth push him away.
And Horus knew that even if Seth didn’t reciprocate, Horus couldn’t bear for Seth to push him away fully. Better their camaraderie than nothingness.
Seth’s expression hardened. “You could take what you wanted. You are Pharaoh.” Horus noticed the way his left hand tightened slightly on the chair arm, and the stiffness of his posture. Seth clearly expected something to happen.
Horus felt something dark in his mind, in the questions about what had happened between Seth and Osiris. Seth’s unsubtle hints about how damaged their relationship was. And Horus was gaining a growing number of dark suggestions for what might have happened between them. But for now, he wanted to focus on Seth.
“…I don’t want to,” Horus replied. “I won’t.” He wanted to take Seth, as lovers did, but not like that.
Seth smiled, and Horus was happy to see some of the stiffness bleed away, but only some. “It’s easy for a pharaoh to say that, and then change his mind on a whim.”
Did someone do that? Horus wondered. Did Father do that to you? Did Horus dare ask? He expected only silence in reply.
“I swear to you,” Horus finally said, his gaze hard, willing Seth to believe him, “I will not.” He grimaced, angry at his own inelegance. “I wish… I wish to merely be… myself. With…” He looked at Seth, picturing him without his headdress on.
Seth’s expression sagged a little. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“What do you mean?”
Seth looked away. “Have you ever…? Been with someone?”
“Yes."
“…Good.”
Horus waited.
“Have you ever taken what it was you wanted from someone? Without…? When they didn’t want you to?”
“No.” Horus hadn’t taken many lovers over the years, but the few he had welcomed his touch and affections. He liked to think it wasn’t because he was Pharaoh or a god or Isis and Osiris’ son, but sometimes he had to accept he’d never truly know and move on with his life. He could spend his entire life second-guessing the intentions of others, but outside disguising himself, it wasn’t like he was going to stop being Pharaoh at some point in the near future to be able to test the theory.
Seth smiled. “I wish I didn’t feel the need to ask you to swear before Maat.” He looked away again. “I wish… I trusted more easily, like you clearly want me to.”
Horus felt a wash of sadness. Whatever happened in the past, Seth had lost something valuable: something in himself, that made him cut off all the people he loved, the world he knew. The things that made him happy beyond the desert.
Horus wanted to offer to help him rebuild, brick by brick, piece by piece. But he didn’t know how to even begin.
“If you cannot believe me,” Horus finally said, “then… we are at an impasse.”
Seth watched him, his expression unreadable. “…I believe you.”
Something unfurled in Horus’ chest.
“You’re not him,” Seth said, quietly. “And I have to accept that.”
“Do you?”
Seth frowned at him.
“I am my father’s heir, after all. For all we never knew each other, I sit on his throne, take advice from his wife, and people say I am much like him in many ways. People who aren’t you.”
Seth smiled. “But you are not him reborn. In some ways being around you will probably always remind me of him. But you are yourself, as well. And… I admit I have grown to appreciate it.”
Horus smiled, inwardly preening.
“I think if I’d stayed, we would have gotten along.”
“I think so as well.” It was odd, to imagine Seth walking the halls of the palace, perhaps joining council sessions to discuss whatever was on the docket for the day. Maybe even holding court with Isis and Horus. Someone else for Isis to lean on, in the times Horus and Nephthys and Isis’ priestesses weren’t enough.
It would have been nice, perhaps, Horus thought. It still could be.
Seth sighed, bringing Horus back to the present. “And you’ve been nothing but honest in the time we’ve known each other. My paranoia is… well, it is well-earned, I suppose, but it is always there.”
Horus frowned. “…Something made you doubt yourself.”
Seth stiffened.
“…My father?”
Seth didn’t reply.
Horus could feel whatever it was they’d had slip farther away. “You are a warrior, trained for all kinds of combat, and your achievements speak for themselves, even if I hadn’t seen you work with my own eyes. I would trust your instincts… no matter what I wish. You’ve only been right in the past.”
Seth finally unfroze and shut his eyes. “I’ve been wrong, though. Deeply so.” When he reopened his eyes, he seemed to look beyond Horus for a moment. Beyond the tent. Then he shook his head. “It’s hard to… to trust, you understand… In this in particular.” He gestured between them both. “Whatever this is.”
“I wish I could… allay your fears,” Horus said. He wanted to take Seth in his arms and block the whole world away. Whatever had made Seth weep the other night. Whatever made that distance in his eyes. The anger in his expression almost every time he thought of Osiris. “I wish I could tell you everything will be all right, so long as you trust me. But I don’t think it would make a difference.” He could see how tied up in himself Seth was. Even a pharaoh couldn't untangle that.
Seth’s hands tightened into fists, and he stood and walked over to Horus. “Stand.”
Horus obeyed, looking down at him.
Seth grimaced, and for a moment, they simply stood there.
Horus felt like his skin was electrified with Seth so close to him. So close, yet…
“Why?” Seth finally asked, quietly. “Why do you want me?”
Horus blinked. “Who wouldn’t want you?”
Seth’s lips parted in surprise.
Horus reached out, but hesitated before touching the headdress. When Seth didn’t move, Horus pressed forward and drew it away, then dropped it on the chair behind him.
Seth’s eyes were wary. Horus could tell he was at least a little afraid. Horus could see the doubt, even now. It was obvious, now that he knew to look for it. The paranoia Seth had talked about. Horus wanted to assuage it. But without more details, all he could do was focus on continuous reassurance, and honesty.
“You haven’t seen yourself hunt, or fight,” Horus continued, wanting to run his hands through Seth’s hair, but hesitating to do so. Instead, he reached out and touched Seth’s shoulder.
Seth shivered, but didn’t pull back.
Horus gently dragged his hand down Seth’s left arm. “You haven’t seen the way you cut through enemies. The way you drive your chariot.” Horus chuckled. “Even the way you sit in a chair.”
Horus’ hand traveled to Seth’s left hand, and he delicately rubbed the knuckles there, looking down at them. “The way you can command any space. Your laughter. The smoothness of your voice. The jut of your chin. The taunt of your lips. I could write odes to your legs.”
He noticed the corner of Seth’s lips quirk slightly.
Horus continued, “The endless desert of your hair. Like I could walk in and be lost.” He reached out with his left hand and gently cupped Seth’s cheek, making the other god shut his eyes.
Seth still didn’t pull away.
“I could be blind, Seth,” Horus continued, quieter, leaning closer, “and still want you.”
He felt Seth’s breathing quicken.
Horus parted his lips again, but it was Seth who pushed forward to kiss him.
Horus pulled him close.
Seth wrapped his right arm around Horus’ midsection.
To Horus, Seth’s lips were thick and soft, and he tasted like the spiced beef of their dinner, the sweetness of the fruit they’d snacked on, and the cool of a desert night.
Horus could still feel him shaking slightly.
Horus finally broke the kiss, leaving both of them breathing heavily. He asked, “Seth? Are you all right?”
“Don’t stop,” Seth simply said, pushing back into another kiss.
Horus pulled him close, and walked backwards to the cot, pulling Seth down with him, somehow not crushing the delicate piece of furniture. He cradled Seth with his left arm and dragged his right hand down Seth’s side, brushing the waist of his shendyt.
Seth maneuvered so that he straddled Horus’ legs, then reached up and pushed Horus’ headdress off, which would have shocked Horus more if he hadn’t had his hand full of Seth’s ass. The headdress fell onto the cot behind them. Then Seth wrapped his arms around Horus’ neck and leaned hard into the kiss.
Horus’ hands moved back, cupping the globes of Seth’s ass tighter through the cloth of the shendyt.
Seth grunted into Horus’ mouth, his arms tightening.
Horus could feel Seth grow hard against him, and smiled, pulling the other god closer to meet his own erection.
Seth grunted again into Horus’ mouth, and then broke the kiss for a breath of air. “How do you even walk with that thing between your legs?”
Horus laughed. A bit of wind carried a small jar of oil to him.
Seth looked at it thoughtfully, then shrugged. “I can turn into sand, you know. And we’re gods.”
“I know,” Horus replied, smiling. “But I like this part. And making it easy for you.”
Seth snorted. He looked down at Horus, and Horus fully realized he wasn’t wearing his falcon headdress for the first time in front of Seth. He hadn’t even taken it off to sleep the previous night.
Seth could see his eyes, his hair, the full outline of his face. It felt… strangely open.
Seth smiled. “Perhaps this isn’t a compliment, but like this you look even less like your father.”
Horus smiled awkwardly, and noted that Seth’s cheeks actually warmed a little, too. “Are you calling me ugly, then?”
“Mmm… I think… no…” Seth lightly brushed his fingers over Horus’ right cheek, just under his eye. “The opposite, really.”
Horus coated the fingers of his right hand in the oil, then pulled Seth back in for a kiss with his left arm, while tucking his right hand under Seth’s shendyt to find his cheeks.
Seth groaned when Horus lightly touched his rim, simply stroking for a time.
When Horus finally pushed a finger in, Seth jumped ever so slightly, breaking the kiss.
Horus murmured against Seth’s ear, “Just think of me, Seth. Only me.”
“H-Horus,” Seth murmured, shakily, making Horus smile, “This is… ha…”
“Feels nice?” Horus cocked his head slightly.
“Feels… I don’t know…”
Horus slowly thrust back and forth.
Seth shuddered slightly. “Isn’t it… strange? For you?”
“Mm… I like being inside you.”
Seth guffawed, and his arms squeezed tighter around Horus’ neck. “It can’t be that thrilling.”
“Have you ever tried it?”
Seth laughed. “Only once. It… it didn’t go well.”
“Ah, I’m sorry.” Horus switched to two fingers, making Seth twitch. Seth’s breathing was more labored. “You’re very warm.”
“Ha,” Seth said, shakily. “Of course.”
“Have you ever done this before?” Horus emphasized with a particular strong thrust. “Let someone take care of you like this?”
Seth didn’t reply to that.
“…Seth?”
“Talk about something else.”
Horus’ smile faded.
Seth was oddly still.
“Is there something you want me to do?” Horus asked, quietly. “Besides the talking?”
Seth laughed. “I don’t… I don’t know.”
Horus cupped his cheek and pulled him in for another kiss, grinding his fingers in deep and swallowing Seth’s moans.
“I’m amazed you’re letting me do this,” Horus said breaking the kiss again. “You’re so beautiful.”
Seth laughed, lowering his head. “Flatterer.”
“I’m simply being honest.” Horus scissored his fingers, enjoying the way Seth trembled around him. “It doesn’t hurt?”
“Not really… Do you want it to hurt?”
“I admit seeing you take it for me when it’s difficult is rather pleasant, but I don’t want you to be in pain.”
Seth swallowed. “Then… then it doesn’t hurt. Not… not in a way that’s hard to overcome.”
Horus paused and looked at him thoughtfully. “Seth, if you wish me to stop, I can.”
Seth laughed. “I almost want you to speed up, you giant oaf! At this rate, neither of us is getting off before sunrise!”
Horus snorted and pulled out, only to press back with three fingers, making Seth grunt. “As you wish.”
“I didn’t say I… fuck…” His arms twitched, and he leaned his forehead against Horus’. “You are… relentless.”
“And you make very nice noises. And you’re so responsive.”
“Didn’t Isis give you any other toys to torment growing up?” Seth’s voice was shaky. “That didn’t burn this silliness out of you?”
“Oh, she gave me plenty,” Horus replied, his voice as calm as if they were discussing the weather. “Nothing like you, though.”
Seth snorted.
For a while, Horus just thrust his fingers back and forth, feeling the warmth of Seth’s body, the press of Seth’s head on his, the way Seth’s breath settled a little but not overmuch. When Horus finally pulled out, he dismissed his shendyt, wet his cock with the oil under Seth’s thoughtful gaze, and then pulled Seth forward for another kiss.
As they parted, Horus said, “This might not be all that comfortable.”
Seth smirked, then dissolved his shendyt into sand that fell away. “That’s what you want, right?”
Horus snorted with a fond smile, though his eyes rested on the expanse of skin Seth had revealed to him so casually. He pulled Seth forward, lifting him up so that he was above Horus’ cock.
“Ha, I thought you wanted to make it easy for me?” Seth said, nervously.
“Do you wish it to be easier?” Horus asked, looking at him thoughtfully.
Seth snorted, but seemed content enough to wait for whatever Horus had planned.
Horus slowly lowered Seth down, feeling a tightening in his chest when his cockhead breached Seth’s rim.
Seth gasped softly. “I think your cock might kill me.”
Horus laughed. “I doubt that, Seth. I don’t think there’s much that could kill you.”
Seth snorted. “There really isn’t. I’ve tried.”
Horus paused.
Seth blinked, then said, “Ahh, I… Forget I said that.”
But Horus simply looked at him.
“…Look, Horus, you have your cock literally in my ass, we don’t need to have this discussion right now, all right?”
“…Very well.” Horus slowly let Seth down even farther, watching as Seth shut his eyes and shook.
“So fucking big… You are… How…?”
Horus smiled. “You’re so wonderfully tight, Seth.”
“You keep saying my name,” Seth said, his voice shaky. He grunted as Horus picked him up more, then slowly pulled him back down again.
“I like your name,” Horus said, honestly.
Seth flushed even more, his pale skin making the contrast sharper. “You are… so childish…”
Horus laughed. “I am unfortunately young and inexperienced. Please bear with my fumbling, Seth.”
“…Very well… Horus.”
Horus pulled Seth all the way down, making him yelp, then pulled him close for a kiss.
Seth broke the kiss, cursing him, “You—!” He was shaking. His hands grabbed Horus’ shoulders, the fingernails biting into the skin there.
“Are you all right?” Horus murmured, rubbing his trembling back. He wasn’t bothered by Seth’s nails, so he didn’t say anything.
“I don’t…” Seth swallowed. “I feel like there’s a pole in my ass.”
Horus laughed, but didn’t move, letting Seth adjust some more, his breathing calm. “Sorry, you got me excited.”
Seth frowned. “…Saying your name excites you?”
“Only when you say it.”
Seth snorted, then bowed his head, breathing hard. “All right. …Horus.”
Horus pulled him close, making Seth grunt softly. Then Horus used his strength to pull Seth up and down on his cock, thrusting with his hips as well, even with the awkward angle. The cot chafed at his thighs, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the way Seth’s tight ass seemed to hunger for his cock, the way Seth’s nails left his skin, but the fingers simply tightened for a hand hold, and the speeding up of Seth’s breath.
When Seth moaned softly, Horus felt something in him snap. He used the wind to help keep Seth in place, dipped his fingers in the jar of oil, and then wrapped them around Seth’s hard cock, squeezing before he quickly rubbed up and down the shaft.
Seth groaned. “Horus…”
“I want you to come on my cock, Seth,” Horus said, leaning their heads against each other. “Can you do that for me?”
“I can… I… can try…” Seth was nearly breathless.
Horus squeezed his hand a bit harder, making Seth moan brokenly. “Horus…”
Horus was rapidly moving Seth up and down now, thrusting hard, chasing his own climax. “Seth!”
As Horus’ fingers popped over Seth’s leaking cockhead, Seth cried out, throwing his head back.
Seth’s inner walls tightened around Horus’ cock. Horus grunted and pressed deep as he followed Seth into his own climax, while he buried his head in Seth’s shoulder.
For a while they simply sat there, curled into each other, shaking a little, the very air around them heated.
Horus sagged back onto the cot, carrying Seth with him, so that they lay awkwardly tangled on it, Seth’s spend on Horus’ stomach, though Horus didn’t care.
Seth grunted, his eyes shut, and eventually said, “This is uncomfortable.”
Horus chuckled and rearranged them so that Seth was resting on his side, with his back to Horus, then pulled him close. Horus snuffled lightly at Seth’s hair.
Seth snorted. “You’re like a dog.”
“Mmm…”
"Or this hawk I used to keep for hunting. Frustrating creature was always in my hair." He grunted when Horus re-entered him, particularly when the other god's cock went nearly all the way in with one push. “Horus…”
“I’m not going to do anything, Seth,” Horus murmured, pulling him close so they were sandwiched together, Horus’ cock buried deep. “I just want to stay inside you.”
Seth sighed. “As you wish.” After a moment, he asked, “You really like my name?”
“Yes. ...Do you like it when I say your name?”
Seth swallowed. “Never mind.”
Horus leaned over and said, “Seth.”
Seth shivered and shut his eyes, “Sleep, you fool.”
Horus grinned and settled down, using his powers to snuff out the torches.