Than leans back, arching his back and closing his own eyes to ride this out, feeling Zagreus fill him up, not stopping but slowing down enough to let his lover catch his breath.

"Thanatos—oh Thanatos—my Thanatos—" He opens his eyes and looks up at the god of death's face before his gaze lowers down to the god of death's cock. "You still haven't—"

He lowers a hand to shut Zagreus's mouth with his index finger. "No, not yet." He slowly slips away from Zag's penis and inches his hips farther up Zag's chest. "You're going to be a good boy and let me finish."

Zag licks his lips. "Yes, sir," he says, and once Thanatos is close enough he can lift his head up and curl his neck and upper back up to the extent his restraints allow so that he can take all of Thanatos inside his mouth. Than is long, every feature of his but this one in particular is long, and Zagreus can't wait to take all of it in. He doesn't have the luxury of his hands to help along but his mouth and his tongue are quite up for the task. He knows Than well enough for that.

Thanatos lets out a soft growl when Zagreus starts working on his cock, and reaches down to pet him and run his hand through the mess of black hair. "You look very attractive with me inside you like that."

He can't make words, or even noises, really, but he doesn't have to. He opens his eyes to look up at Thanatos and continues to purposely move his head and tongue up and down and around Than's shaft. He does it with a hunger, he needs to have Than's seed fill his mouth and leak down the corners of his lips and down his throat...

"Ah, shit—I almost forgot how good you are at this, Zagreus—gods—" He squeezes his hand into a fist around Zag's head and helps him pump along, pulling the hair more than necessary but just enough.

Zag moans, at that, though the sound only comes from his throat. Godly stamina and all, his dick starts getting hard again, but everything now is about Than, he needs Than to feel good, he's here to serve and please Thanatos and he is damn sure going to finish his job.

"Ah—Zag—Zag, fuck, Zagreus, you're so good—my Zagreus, you're going to make me—"

Yes he fucking will.

So Thanatos comes, comes and comes and comes into Zagreus's mouth as he arches his back and shuts his eyes and throws his head back, lost in the throes of ecstasy and Zag keeps going, keeps doing it, keeps pumping until he's spent.

Zagreus drinks it, drinks it up and though some of it does leak out he doesn't mind, it's Than's and it's perfect and it fits. He needs to look like a mess, he needs to be covered in his and Thanatos's seed and to look used and spent, that is right and correct and the exact state the world needs to occupy.

Than leans down again to cup Zagreus's head in his hands and kiss him deeply. He slides off Zagreus's body and falls to the right side, never breaking the kiss, not even when he reaches up to lightly tap the ropes and make them disappear.

Zag's hands free, he can wrap his arms around his lover and reciprocate the kiss in full. His wrists are bruised and even lightly cut at some points from the strain, and that, too, is perfect. He runs his right hand up Thanatos's back to the back of his head and runs his fingers through Thanatos's hair, pressing their lips together and locking their tongues.

Eventually Than does break the kiss (but not the hug) and rests his forehead on Zagreus's shoulder. "What will I do with you, Zag?"

"You could always fuck me again. Oh, maybe use your gauntlets, those sharp points feel so great—"

"That's not what I meant!" he laughs. "...later. When we go to the baths. I'll think about it."

"You're the best."

"We were having a conversation before this."

"I'm not sure 'before' is the correct word, here."

Huff. "Maybe not." He reaches down between them with his left hand to give Zagreus's—" You're hard again, Zagreus, already?"—a squeeze.

("How can I help it when the hottest god above or below the earth is naked in my bed?")

Thanatos ignores that and continues: "So, you're bored of your job. You want to quit? Wouldn't that be even more boring?"

Zag sighs and closes his eyes. "I—I don't know. It's not like there's anything else I can do. I last as long as I can on the surface, but I have my father's curse and my mother's gift and I burn up, eventually. And there's nothing to do here."

"You could always take a short vacation. Spend a decade in the fields of Elysium, go sightseeing—or maybe go hunt down some other creatures down in Tartarus, if that's more your speed."