Agatinos hesitates. "I - yes? You can - touch, but. Slowly?"

He nods and takes a longer, surer set of steps until he's by the bed and right in front of Agatinos. He drops to his knees between Agatinos's legs and looks entranced.

Agatinos - blushes some more, and spreads his legs a little wider, and says, "Do you... like it?"

"It's beautiful. You're beautiful." Agatinos said slow, so he—reaches with a hand, around the shade's dick, watches for reactions...?

He hisses a little at the touch, but clarifies "That feels nice. I'm just - nervous."

"Nervous?"

Zagreus is looking up at Agatinos's face, but he's clearly struggling to keep his gaze there rather than back down. He's definitely licking his lips more often than would be normal, though.

"Well - it's - I haven't done much of this. As, um, an active participant."

"Well, I would love to do more of this with as much of your participation as you want to have." Squeeze.

He breathes. "You can touch wherever. You can - put your mouth - wherever? But - I'd rather not, um. Anything more."

"Your wish, my command," he breathes, and then focuses his attention back between Agatinos's legs. With his permission, Zag very much wants to taste him at the same time as he jerks him off. That is somewhat novel and he wants to make the most of it.

Oh. Oh this is good. This is much better than last time.

Slowly, Agatinos relaxes. He makes happy little noises, moans, occasional breathy half-laughs.

Zag has by now reached down to jerk himself off while he continues to work on Agatinos, and Megaera is nothing but a good instructor so he is very good with his tongue. He does pull away a little bit to say, "Blood and darkness you're hot." And then he resumes.

"I, I can't believe that the Prince of the Underworld is - nnh -" His thighs tighten, but he restrains himself from clenching them around Zagreus' head.

"Going down on you?" he murmurs, his hot breath tickling where his tongue was pressing.

But onwards, he wants to make this incredibly attractive man cum.

Well, if he keeps doing that, then Agatinos will soon be shuddering, clenching and unclenching, and finally - a gush of sweet fluid washes over Zagreus' mouth, and more spills over his hand. It tastes a bit like nectar, and a bit like pure spring water after a long, hot day.

Oh that's hot as fuck and it drives him over the edge himself. He comes onto the floor and into his hand, shuddering and squeezing Agatinos's cock while he does that. "Oh blood and darkness," he cries, pressing his forehead against the edge of the bed for a moment.

Agatinos breathes deeply, still twitching.

"That was - good," he says eventually. "You are very good."

After Zagreus regains his composure he gets to his feet and starts licking his fingers clean. "You are beautiful," he says, for what feels like the fiftieth time today. "And yes, that was very good."

Agatinos shivers happily. "I'm glad we agree, then!" He flops back on the bed. "Also, tiring. Remarkably tiring."

"Do shades need to sleep?" wonders Zagreus, scooting over to also flop on the bed next to him. He reaches down between his legs to grab the last lazy drops of cum and lick them off his fingers absently.

"We can't. It's one of my itemized list of complaints. But we can still tire, and we can still relax."

"You... can't? I mean, I hate sleeping, don't get me wrong, but at least if I ever feel like not dealing with anything for a few hours I can have a shut eye."

He shakes his head. "I've lain awake for hours, praying to anyone who could hear me, but it never comes. Sleep is for the living, they say."

"Well I guess that will be something I'll have to fix."

"You're very - confident. Like you know that you'll get what you want, and it's only a matter of how many times it kills you first."