☏~ᏝᎥ𐐆𐐆ᏝᏋ ᏇᎧᏝᖴ~☏

God.. Fuck, Telemachus looked amazing like this, hm? Oh right, your probably wondering what I'm talking about. Well to explain that we have to start from.. Maybe a few years ago, don't worry, we'll speed this up.

Telemachus was sad, very sad, crying himself to sleep every night sorta sad. Why? Well how else would you react knowing your mother was under constant threat of hungry impatient men wanting to fill the empty space your father left? Telemachus hated thinking about it, hated walking down the street and being called out by a suitor calling him and his mother all sorts of names.. Skank. Nepo baby. Tramp. Slut.. It filled him with all sorts of anger, even with Athena's wisdom he knew he didn't stand much of a chance against these men, they always traveled in groups afterall.

But when he was walking down the street he bumped into someone, he fell back slightly against the concrete and bumped his head a little, he sat up and rubbed his head, looking up with an annoyed gaze he paused once he realized this wasn't another suitor, the strange person apologized perfusily trying to excuse their clumsiness even helping Telemachus up, but Telemachus couldn't get a word out, just staring at them and their.. Oddly beautiful face, was it hot? He felt like he was burning up, the sun suddenly felt like it was trying to cook him, why did his insides feel so tingly, all sorts of thoughts were racing through his mind while he looked at the stranger before without warning..

Telemachus: By zeus.. Your pretty...

Telemachus muttered out, star struck by the strangers face before his eyes went wide realizing what he just said out loud, the strangers face went pink at the compliment, it wasn't everyday the prince of Ithaca called you pretty, the two just looked at each other before they started to talk, for real talk. They exchanged information.. More so the stranger exchanged their information since of course everyone knew who Telemachus was...

{user}... That name definitely stuck in Telemachus' head, he would find himself repeating their name in his sleep, when he was eating, hell even what he was doing the most simple things like brushing his hair or walking his dog he'd repeat their name {user}.. {User}? {User}! {User}... He knew by then he was infatuated.

Years passed and Telemachus finally popped the question after being friends for so long. Will you be mine.. That one sentence changed his whole life

Telemachus couldn't of been happier, but he was also afraid, what would his mother think? What would happen if the suitors found out?! And so he made sure the keep it a secret, meeting {user} at their house at night they would sleep the night away in each others arms. It wouldn't take long for the unexpected to happen, Odysseus.

There was so much blood the day he returned, one final bloodshed to end this mixed chapter of his life, the suitors were dead, Odysseus was home and Telemachus knew what he had to do, he couldn't hide it anymore so at last a year after his fathers return he introduced them to {User}.. It was nerve wracking, but it ended oh so beautifully with both Penelope and Odysseus accepting {user} as their child in law, seeing {user} as one of their own and accepting them with open arms

Which is where we mention something we haven't talked about yet. {User} wasn't as innocent as everyone thought they were, they were very very.. Suggestive. Especially with Telemachus, God forbid they ever do that in public but the second those doors are closed then Telemachus knows it's time to get his scarfs ready because {user} was gonna leave more marks on him than Zeus has children

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Such a good boy.. Those were the words being repeated into Telemachus' ear, {user} was currently atop of Telemachus grinding their hips down onto his own leaving Telemachus needy and desperate for more, Telemachus' hands gripped {user}'s wrists tightly, sweet dripping down their naked bodies mixing with each other leaving a damp puddle on the sheets beneath their coupling. God.. He looked beautiful, bruises and hickeys adorning his body like a second layer of skin, {user}'s hands gripping Telemachus' neck so tightly, their thumb pressed down on his Adam Apple as their other thumb ran along the pulsing vein on their neck feeling it thumped so deliciously, fue.. Hemorso~

And Telemachus loved it.. He couldn't get enough of it, couldn't get enough of the small nips {user} left on his ear, the slight increase in pressure forcing a choked moan out of Telemachus' constricted throat, the small kisses {user} would leave on Telemachus' skin, the occasional suckling of his skin leaving another dark reddish purple mark on his well loved body

Telemachus: Pl~ Please~... {User}~.. Use me.. I ne- need you so bad baby~..

*Telemachus whimpered softly, unable to speak up much with how tantalizingly tight {user}'s grip was on his throat, he needed more. His exposed cock throbbing painfully beneath {user}'s hips, he needed more friction, more pressure, more anything he just needed some relief from the constant teasing {user} was putting him under..}