The Neighbor Who Looks Like Theseus [nsfw, fanfic, Ariadne/Dionysus/Theseus(but not theseus)]

(if I'm missing any kinks and Tw's, tell me cuz I don't remember what I do anymore lmao)

Kinks, Trigger Warnings and whatever else: 

• Cunnilingus
• hand jobs
• vaginal sex
• exhibitism kink
• accidental hypnotism(??Dionysian maddness??)
• polyamory

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Ariadne got it down bad.

She developed a crush (looks only, you’ll understand why) on a guy who looks like her ex from millennia or two ago;

The ex who is a hero in Greek myth, the guy who she helped through the labyrinth and killed the monster within, the Minotaur (who was her brother).

The guy who swooped her up and took her away from her old home of Crete in promise of being his new Queen of Athens, and then proceeded to dump her on Naxos not a day later.

The guy who she should thank for placing her destiny on the path to her godhood and marriage to loving husband, Dionysus.

Yes, that guy, her ex, Theseus. That fucking tool.

This guy, this Theseus-look-alike, made a pass at her when she was on her way home. She’s used to catcalls if she’s by herself, but this guy… the moment she gave him a good look, It was like she was a young woman all over again; swooning not only at his looks, but how he presented himself, how he sounded–

He had the same body type she remembered Theseus having before he left her, the same type you see in any art with him in it. Strong, well built, tall– His voice was midtone, like Theseuses was, she heard that under his fake cool guy voice to sound gruff and sexy, and she stood there, absolutely smitten and embarrassed like she did when she was still mortal, before she met Dionysus.

The Theseus-look-alike got closer to her when she simply stood there, looking up at him. Oh no, he smelled of sea salt, of sand, like on the beach the night before he left her. His eyes were the same sky blue like Theseus’ was, his smile was the same, crooked, cocky, and dorky, but in a charming way you would see in fairy tales, from princes. His skin was a natural tan as if he’s always outside, and his hair, though darker by a tone or two and was longer by a few inches, had the same natural light blonde highlights that made his hair look like the ocean waves were there.

His clothes, gods, Theseus always looked good in blue, and this look-a-like was wearing blue SHORT shorts, sandals and only a hoodie vest that is having the worst time covering his pecs. Gods, they looked soft.

Why the hell is she attracted to this ONE cocky-douchebag-looking motherfucker who is almost an identical twin to her ex?? Why did she giggle when he made the worst pickup line she heard in years?? Why, WHY, WHY??!

This is stupid.

She finally caught up with herself and she slapped the Theseus-look-alike on the face and quickly walked towards her destination. He said something negative, that's all she can muster by his distant pain, but that isn’t important.

What is important is that Ariadne realizes she has a type, and it’s cocky assholes with a pretty face and a smile that gets her into trouble. And Dionysus.

Oh yeah, She wonders what Dionysus would think of him. She glanced back behind her, seeing the look-alike walking off and, from what she can gather, he has an ass that bounces coins. She hopes the Theseus-look-alike is bi. Even if he is straight, She wants to peg him to hell and back.

She can't believe she’s this horny for some guy who looks like her ex.

Dionysus couldn’t stop himself from laughing when his wife told him of the encounter.

“Honey, You have it down bad for him.”

Ariadne let out a defeated whine and flopped on her husband who was nothing but giggly at the prospect of his wife having an interest on a specific type of guy.

Ariadne gave her husband the most troubled look he’s ever seen her have in… many years come to think of it. “But!! Honey, he’s NEARLY the same! It’s wild, like I'm looking in the past– I… y-you need to see him, it’s so important that you do to get what I mean, please!”

Ariadne felt manic, insane, down fucking bad.

If some guy made Ariadne this distressed, then Dionysus had to see this Theseus-look-alike for himself.

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It didn’t take long to find him, the Theseus-look-alike looked like he's one of those well off trust fundy rich guys who liked to surf and be by the beach all day. Of fucking course he was. For all Ariadne knew he’s also related to poseidon. As if that man needed to do more to passively piss her off.

Though they don’t have much room to talk, being gods and all.

Dionysus observed the Theseus-look-alike closely. He couldn’t believe it, Ariadne was right, this guy DID look like Theseus. Though he personally didn’t really see Theseus a lot way back when his reign as king was still going on (with how much he hurt Ariadne, Dionysus made sure they avoided Athens when the man was alive), he can see why Ariadne was manic over this guy.

“Hey Ari.” Dionysus didn’t look down at her as he spoke, but he looked distressed.

“Hm?” Ariadne looked up at him, concerned at his sudden tone shift.

“He looks like a bottom…”

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Ariadne and Dionysus collectively realized that they like the douchebags-by-the-sea types of guys, who knew.

Dionysus stood up, Ariadne looking up at him as if she knew what he wanted to do.

“I’ll talk to him,” He glanced down at his wife and squeezed her hand before letting go of it. “Want me to get you anything?”

Ariadne gave him a smile. “I would say him but… a drink from the little bar would be nice. Anything purple.”

Dionysus returned the smile and gave her a quick nod before walking off towards the Theseus-look-alike. Ariadne took her phone out and did her best to distract herself, but she couldn’t help but look towards the direction her husband went.

From what she can see, Dionysus was talking to the Theseus-look-alike, who was a good few inches shorter than dionysus, the guy’s expressions seemed confused that some rando decided to walk up to him out of the blue; but his body language suggested he was interested in what her husband had to say. Good.

She told herself that she can’t keep watching, her anxiety’s already through the roof, she turned around and kept watching her phone, making herself lost in the string of texting Aphrodite and Athena (not about her new crush, no) about… anything.

Ariadne didn’t realize Dionysus had returned to her side until she felt a sudden cold on her shoulder, purple drinks in both Dionysus' hands. Oh, has it already been twenty minutes since he went and spoke to the Theseus-look-alike?  She quickly put her phone away and immediately had her full attention on her husband.

“Heyso, What happened?? Is he single?? Is he bi?? What’s his name?? Where does he live?? Why are his tits so big?? Is his ass as nice as it seemed?? Come on, tell me!”

Dionysus couldn’t help but gigglesnort at his wife's (very cute) manic questioning. She hasn’t been like this in so long.

He sat down next to her, handing her the drink he knew she needed more than ever. “Well, you’ll be happy to know that he’s single; Said he has a hard time finding anyone interested in him…”

Ariadne couldn’t help but give a side smirk at that. “Wonder why… how’d you get that out of him?”

Dionysus shrugged, “told him he’s well built, asked if he had a good workout routine and half mentioned i’m trying to work out, he made a snide comment then he went on a small rant that he has a hard time finding a partner, kind of silly, really.”

Ariadne hummed at that. “He really would’ve made perfect royalty with the attitude and looks he has… what else?”

Dionysus hummed in agreement and continued speaking, “surprisingly, he’s living in the same building as us, just moved here and all, I think I can ask Hermes for help with finding what room he’s in, maybe…”

Dionysus pauses for a second to take a sip of his drink, glancing to his wide eyed wife “don’t worry though, I didn’t tell him we lived there. uhh… what else…” Dionysus seemed… distracted as he gathered his memories of his short conversation with the look-alike. “He seems to really like showing his whole chest and wearing those hoodie vests? He waxes, he’s out here almost every day, he likes to surf and work out–”

“And his name…??”

Ariadne had to know this guy's name, she didn’t want to keep calling him ‘Theseus-look-alike’ forever.

Dionysus’ cheeks flushed dark as he slowly glanced away from his wife, his badly hidden ashamed smile on his lips. “I uhh… I forgot to ask his name… sorry…” He was genuinely embarrassed to admit that last part.

Ariadne tilted her head at that, confused. “You forgot to ask? That's new for you, why, what distracted you to forget?”

“Well…” Dionysus huffed, biting his bottom lip before continuing, “I think he was trying to gloat at how much more built he is than me, since I mentioned I come out here sometimes with my bro to lift weights, and because I don’t look physically fit, he challenged me to lift up something heavy.”

Ariadne knew what he was referring to, there’s a weight lifting area by the bar that Heracles and Dionysus tend to hang out around on wednesdays doing… She had no idea. That's their special bro time™ .

“And… well…” Dionysus continued “...I told him I can lift HIM up easily. He laughed, said he’s a good 240 or so pounds of muscle, and doubted I could try...”

Ariadne blinked at her husband's sudden silence, confused. “...a-and?”

Dionysus sucked in a breath before releasing it. “When I picked him up… He made… the cutest… The most surprised sound I heard from a guy like him… I knew he didn’t expect me to lift him so easily, he was paper to me, but… gods ari… not only does he look like a bottom… he sounds like a bottom…”

Ariadne blinked again; A bottom?? Not only does Dionysus also see him as a bottom, but he also sounds like one…

“...l-like Theseus…”

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Hermes came through with their little request, the guy loved poking in on others business sometimes and he had to admit, the guy did look like the old Athens prince from so long ago.

They found out that the Theseus-look-alike is almost across from them, their balconies are in view of each other, which is perfect. Thank the fates for being so kind.

She wonders if he’s ever seen them outside before. He is new to the building after all, but she remembered, multiple times, where Dionysus got frisky on their balcony with her, or vice versa. They’re high enough where no one would down below would notice right away or at all, but they also had many, many years of bacchanals to know how to hide whenever they were fucking in public. And they made sure no one was around when they did. They know modesty enough in the modern world to stay out of trouble (sometimes).

She crossed her arms, at a loss of how to get his attention. Hermes suggested that Eros could help but Ariadne stopped Hermes' thought right away.

“I don't want Ero’s to help, I don’t want Aphrodite to know, just having you know is enough right now.”

Hermes rolled his eyes with a side smirk. At least he tried.

Ariadne can’t blame Hermes for giving such a suggestion; they are still gods, they technically can do whatever they want, get whatever they want, whomever they want; but they also aren’t as worshiped like they were so long ago.

But she was also a mortal at one point in her life, same with her husband (or in dionysus’ case, demigod for a while, but still was around mortals), being subjected to a god's attention, may it be wrath or affection in some way, shape, or form can be quite the shock; Terrifying, even!! She doesn’t want to scare the Theseus-look-alike away.

It’s… a lot.

“Where does he work?”

Hermes looked towards Ariadne. He gave her a confused frown and placed his hands on his hips. “Have you two been gawking over this mortal for a few days and never did the basic research of what their name is and where they work?”

Both Dionysus and Ariadne stared at Hermes before glancing away from his gaze, confirming his suspicion and rolled his eyes. It’s actually hilarious how these two can have no brain cells sometimes. “Well, since you said he’s down at the beach all the time, I took a look and he works at that little bar you found him by.”

Ariadne squinted at that. “Does he make the drinks??”

Hermes shrugged and placed his goggles over his eyes, the wings on his head and feet fluttering as he began to float up. “From what I noticed, he’s just a server? Really, I think you two should figure all this out yourself before Eros or Aphrodite gets wind of it. Until then, see yaaaaa~”

Aaannd He’s gone. Hermes flew off, obviously not visible to mortals unless he wills it.

God nonsense, don’t worry about it.

Ariadne and Dionysus were left there, standing on their balcony in the direction of the Theseus-look-alike’s sliding door.

“What should we do?” Dionysus turned to his wife, “Any Ideas…?”

Ariadne blinked, letting out a soft sigh and looked up to her husband, “...We could see if he’s working?”

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The Theseus-look-alike does work at that little bar by the beach, and is a server. Hermes' constant quiet observance of things never ceased to amaze them.

Theseus-look-alike’s uniform was a simple t-shirt with the bar’s logo, a hat of the bar's logo, and those cute blue short shorts he wore. Both Ariadne and Dionysus can’t believe he exists.

Dionysus very casually calls the look-alike over, the whole ‘oh heeeey fancy seeing you here!’ kind of deal. The moment the look-alike see’s Ariadne he flinches in surprise, then half glares and keeps his eyes on Dionysus for the moment. Guess slapping his cheek didn’t earn her any good boy points.

“Yeah, I do um, work here. Didn’t want to but I prefer this than being indoors bagging groceries.” Look-alike said in a tone that was teetering on annoyed and… embarrassed?

Dionysus gave him a smile. “I hear that– oh hey, this is my wife! Ari–”

“Adrianna! M-my name is Adrianna, um, we actually met before…” She gave the look-alike an apologetic smile. “I hope you’re okay? Sorry for um, slapping you like that.”

The look-alike blushed a bit and was taken aback at her apology, as if he never had someone apologize after assaulting him in such a manner, especially since he did catcall her.

Dionysus glanced at Ariadne then to Look-alike, pretending to not know what happened.

“Oh, It’s um… It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Um…” Look-alike seemed distracted, staring at both of the gods as he tried to get his thoughts straight. “W-what would you two like?”

Ariadne had to bite her tongue before saying ‘YOU, I WANT YOU!!’, but Dionysus was way ahead of her and ordered for them both again. “We really like that purple drink with the blueberries on top?”

The look-alike nodded, writing down their orders “Oh the "Berries, grapes, and cream oh my"? Yeah that’s popular right now, next to our pineapple mango drink…” His eyes lingered on Ariadne’s rather intense stare for a moment before looking to Dionysus again. “Hey, I never caught your name, what was it again?”

Dionysus seemed to freeze at this sudden realization; He doesn’t have a name to give to mortals. (Yeah they're around mortals a lot, but they never really gave their names out either.) He glanced at Ariadne and she noticed his prolonged silence.

“Oh, his name’s uh– Dennis!”

Look-alike stared at both of them, the gods hoping their incredibly shit lies were enough for this guy to be convinced. He gave them both an unconvinced eyebrow raise and a smirk, giving them a nod. “Sure, I’ll get your drinks in a sec.”

As he turned from them, Ariadne and Dionysus’ eyes glanced down to confirm their suspicions, and…

‘He does have an ass that bounces coins…’ Ariadne was in distress, she knows about the story of the original Theseus (Apparently) losing his ass in hades via Heracles releasing him from a chair.

She did bring it up to Heracles long ago, his answer to confirm or deny didn’t help;

“I wasn’t looking, sorry!”

At least the big guy was honest.

Dionysus turned to Ariadne, his voice a whisper, “Dennis…??” He pouts, “I don’t look like a dennis.”

Ariadne leaned on her husband's forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I panicked, okay? Not a lot of people are named after gods or goddesses, so we should have to have more modern names to blend in a little more...”

Dionysus would strongly disagree with her on that, he’s seen enough women with Aphrodite’s name to know it’s fine, but… he can tell his wife was tense. She really did have an interest in this look-alike to be, well, nervous.

It wasn’t every day that his wife had an interest, it was cute.

The look-alike returned with their drinks. “Enjoy. Oh, hey um… Adrianna…?” he looked towards Ariadne this time. “Your slap the other day, it knocked the wind out of me, it was impressive.”

Ariadne sat up straight, now very surprised at his sudden compliment. “you’re… impressed?”

He gave her a nod and a smile, walking off without a word.

Dionysus took a sip of his drink as his now blushing wife steamed over the compliment. “How hard did you hit him for him to be impressed?” Ariadne gently scooted her drink towards her, picking a blueberry off of the top and tossed it in her mouth.

“...I slapped him how I would’ve slapped Theseus if I ever saw him again…”

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After a month of both of them figuring out the look-alikes schedule, (they promise it's not stalking, and they made sure he didn’t know where they lived or what balcony they were at and they tracked his movements on where he goes and his daily routine was but… they aren’t stalking!!!) They saw he always left at around 11 in the morning to go on a quick jog, then he goes to work for a few hours, or work out, usually from the afternoon to the evening, then he might buy groceries, then head home doing whatever he does.

What Dionysus learned from working out alongside the look-alike, or simply chit-chat while he got drinks, look-alike enjoys action movies, used to be in football and swimming, and he’s trying to discover himself, whatever that means.

Ariadne found out he likes spicy food, some of his favorite flavors are strawberries and pineapple, and he hopes to get a dog at some point. He likes the color blue, and he likes music. He didn’t specify what genre, just… music.

He’s… pretty average.

Ariadne and Dionysus still wanted to fuck him stupid.

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Rainy days are one of Ariadne and Dionysus’ favorite days to relax.

It was a warm day with a cool breeze in the morning, then turned into gray skies and light rain with the sun peaking between the clouds by the late afternoon. Ariadne was resting on their outside chair on the balcony, letting the cool breeze give her the smells of the weather. Rainy days for her returned her to the happiest memories in her long life.

She let out a long and loud yawn.

And it returned her to her sleepiest days.

Dionysus slid the door open, curiously looking down at her. “It’s only four in the afternoon, are you already that sleepy?”

Ariadne gave him a snort in response and sank a little more in the soft cushion of the chair, lifting her arms up to her husband. “Mmhh…”

Dionysus gave her a loving side smirk as he stepped outside and swooped his wife into his arms, taking her place on the chair and plopping down, holding her close on his lap.

Ariadne nuzzles him, her sleepy voice quiet and amused. “You’re like a cat…”

He chuckled softly at the comment, nuzzling against the top of her head, “Like a cat how?”

Ariadne wiggled in his lap, trying to get comfortable. “You cuddle like one, you’re warm like one, soft like one…”

Dionysus started kissing the top of her head as she kept speaking. “Kiss like one…” She looked at him and their lips met. Ariadne felt her husband’s hands move on her thighs, first gently holding her, but soon started pulling her closer, squeezing her thighs and slowly lifting her skirt to feel the soft flesh of her ass.

Ariadne hardly pulled back from the kiss with a soft moan, “Get horny like one…”

Dionysus squeezed her ass, “I know bulls can get horny too...” He kissed her cheek, lovingly gazing at her with amusement. “Bigger the horns bigger the horny~”

Ariadne couldn’t help but gigglesnort at Dionysus’ awful pun, her hands moving down to his growing erection between them. “Gods you’re so hot…” She squeezed his dick through his sweatpants, making him purr in delight. He turned ariadne away from him, letting her sit and lean on his lap as he swiped at the button of her blouse, unbuttoning it to let her breasts hang out. The cool air made her shudder, she sighed softly as his hands lingered between her thighs, teasing the lips of her sex.

It didn’t take long for her to be slick, she always got aroused in this type of weather, especially when Dionysus was like this. You can't blame her though; some of her favorite bacchanals were when rain was in the air, and Dionysus loved to show her off to the party when she rode him, which aroused her more. Some habits never die.

Dionysus’ hand rubbed at her heat, a smirk appeared on his lips at how slick she was, two fingers easing into her without hesitation. “Ooh? What’s got you so wet? Bet you wish he was watching us now, don’tcha?” Her Muscles squeezed around his fingers as he did idle and slow thrusts in her. “You want to show him how much you want him? How good I make you feel, how I could make him feel…?”

The purr of his voice was being emphasized by him fucking her with his fingers. It made Ariadne’s legs shake and her breaths audible as she tried her best to speak.

“I-If he were to watch, we should– put on a show for him to… to enjoy.” She smirked and lifted her skirt in the direction of the Look-alikes, her other hand reaching behind her and releasing her husband's dick and gave it a tempting squeeze. “Make him remember what he witnessed…”

And people say Dionysus is a bad influence.

He moaned against her neck and removed his fingers, replacing them with his dick and pressed inside her wet slit without complaint. Ariadne happily sank down on her husband, his hands gripping her thighs to help her fuck herself down on him. She gripped the arms of the chair as her eyes glazed over to where the look-alikes window was, the curtains hiding what was inside, making her wonder if he was home…

The little fantasy Dionysus cooked up drove her mad for the Theseus-look-alike. She imagined him standing there, simply watching her get wrecked and wanting her as much as she wanted him. She wondered if Dionysus was thinking the same thing. She bet he was, judging how hard he’s fucking her.

Ariadne’s thought was interrupted as Dionysus’ hands lovingly rubbed at the sensitive nub between her legs, letting her lean back on him again as he happily kissed her neck. Oh, he’s making marks, she knows it. Not that she would mind.

Ariadne moaned out for her husband, wishing, pleading him to hurry. She’s close, her legs shook as her breaths shuddered out her husband's name as she felt herself tip over the edge with him.

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What would you do when you see people you recently met, (who are nice to be around, a little intimidating, and are incredibly fucking hot) started fucking on their balcony that was within full view of yours?

Theseus-look-alike(Theseus for short at this point) arrived home sometime after the light rain had finished. He wasn’t much for rainy days, really he hated the humidity storms brought, but there was a nice breeze too, and he wanted to open his window to the balcony for a bit of fresh cool air, but before he could fully open his draperies, let alone touch them, in the sliver that was open, he saw his neighbors, that couple who has been friendly to him as of late, fucking on their balcony.

He was stunned into silence as he stood there watching them go at it. It was like he was in a trance, he couldn’t stop staring at their soft curves, watching the husband's hand grip his wife's breasts, her reactions, his responses, how deep he seemed to be in her; it made him ache in a way he never experienced before. He hoped they didn’t see him, he would’ve died on the spot if they knew he was watching.

Theseus gripped his dick (was he that hard already??) through his pants, watching them seem to finish and make out for a moment before they spoke something inaudible to each other. Then their gaze went towards his direction, making him gasp and step back from the door. Something went through his whole body, something warm, wild– He stumbled and fell back on his couch, he felt dizzy.

He covered his eyes, seeing nothing but the wild look in the married couple's eyes. Even from a short distance, he saw they were hungry for something, an aching, carnal hunger for… him?? Did they want him? They looked in his direction YEAH, but they didn't know where he lived… Did they? He doesn’t remember telling them what apartment he’s in, only the building, it’s a big building!!

He felt confused and too aroused to think straight. He wanted a shower. He wanted them.

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Dionysus was off doing his usual Bro Time™ with Heracles today, which gave a whole day to Ariadne. She was bored, everyone was busy and it was only two in the afternoon. She wondered if Theseus was working today. Ever since her and Dionysus’ fun on the balcony the other day, she couldn’t stop thinking about that little fantasy her husband put in her mind. She stared at the ceiling, then to the window that leads to their balcony, then sat up, huffing.

Fuck it, she’ll loiter and patronize her interest at his work.

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Theseus kept his gaze away from Ariadne as she ordered her drink. He knew she would show up sooner or later, but after what he saw of her on the balcony the other day, that image of her, her being ravished in that way, it never left mind's eye. He is doing his best to pretend that didn’t happen, but…

Whenever she wasn’t looking, he stared at her; at the curves of her body when he had to clean a table, how her breasts looked barely contained in the top she had, how he wanted so much to hold them and kiss that cute mole she had on her left breast. He could even see the faint marks on her neck from the other day…

She wore a long skirt like usual, he could tell her legs were crossed, but he couldn’t imagine her not wearing anything under there. Was she going commando now?? She never seemed to wear a bra, that was certain, but does she wear underwear…? The thought of a breeze picking up to blow her skirt away so he could see her–

“Hey, you okay?”

Ariadne’s question startled him, looking directly at her for the first time since she showed up today. “Oh, yeah uh, I’m just distracted– unwell!! F-felling unwell…!”

She gave him a pout, not convinced but played along with his lie, “Oh, if you’re feeling unwell, you should rest? Working yourself through an illness isn’t good, you know.”

Theseus shook his head no and gave her a forced smile. “No it’s fine, I want to be here, you know, money, all that.”

Before Ariadne said something, Theseus turned his head to a co-worker who asked him a question. Ariadne kept her gaze on him, noticing his cheeks were red, and he was sweating. Maybe the heat was getting to him?

Once the co-worker left, Theseus let out a soft sigh and seemed to shift his weight. Ariadne turned back to her phone, dropping the topic and did quick glances at him through her hair. She noticed something, something she should’ve caught the moment he was acting so differently towards her.

He was staring at her when she wasn’t looking. And if he left from behind the counter, he would put on an apron. And he still stared at her.

Not just staring at her, wanting her, craving her.

When did that happen? Not that she was complaining, it’s just sudden.

Once Theseus returned to the bar, his back was turned to Ariadne and she saw the opportunity to test this out. She casually shifted herself to face him more, popping a button to have her breasts be on the edge of spilling out of her top entirely. She’ll risk disapproving stares of others so her interest can know she wants him.

An audible, incredibly surprised gasp escaped Theseus as he glanced at Ariadne again. He thought he was going insane, this woman’s going to kill him.

This is insane, Ariadne’s hardly doing anything and this guy is nearly bent over the counter to hide his, what she’s assuming, his aching boner.

Fuck it. She’ll do the god stuff.

She extended her hand to Theseus, holding his chin and made him look at her. His whole body shuddered as he stared into her intense gaze, leaning to her touch as she spoke to him in a low whisper that would echo in his mind. “What do you want, REALLY want?”

Her thumb stroked his chin, she leaned forward to idly brush her nose against his. Theseus' legs shook; he couldn't take it, the aching he had for her was so strong it was borderline painful. He felt like he was going to burst, he wanted to kiss her, taste her, but he hesitated. She was married, he’s friends with her husband, and also technically her. He can't– Her husband will surely kill him.

But the looks they had the other day…

The hungry gaze for something carnal, she was giving that same gaze to Theseus right now. He gulped, adjusting himself in his pants as he searched for the right words to say. She held his cheek, he leaned onto it. She’s so gentle…

“...I… I want you…”

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Theseus’ coworker didn’t care where he went when he told them he’s going on a bathroom break.

Ariadne and Theseus found a secluded spot along the beach between some buildings on the sand. It was actually nice, and pretty hot.

Speaking of hot, Theseus pressed Ariadne against the wall and grinded on her, her hands gripping his behind possessively as she moaned against him. Fuck, that a sound. He leaned forward to kiss her before she stopped him. “N-not yet…” She breathed heavily against him, making his hands grab onto her breasts. “Just touch me, please…”

Their gazes met and he simply nodded, opening her top fully to expose them to him. God, holding them was something else, they were heavy and soft and so smooth, he couldn’t help himself but lean down and kiss her mole, then down to her nipples with a gentle suckle, making her whimper out.

“lower…”

Ariadne didn’t mean to command him to go lower, but she wanted to feel his mouth between her legs, she wanted him to know how wet she was for him.

Theseus obeyed her, moving lower and lifting her long skirt, showing her soft thighs, all the way up to her– Oh damn, he was right, she did go commando. Wasting no time, he lifted her leg and let it rest on his shoulder as his tongue found it’s way between the lips of her sex, hearing Ariadne’s soft approval that made him continue.  Ariadne's sounds were soft and low, a hand balancing her on the wall and the other gripping Theseus’ hair as he ate her out.

Theseus finally released the boner he had for the last hour, he was dripping down on the sand and he so badly wanted so badly to touch himself, but he was compelled to be between Ari’s legs until she finished.

Ariadne tried to stay quiet, but she couldn’t stop her sounds even if she tried. She would usually be quiet, especially when she was very aware how public they are, but she wanted Theseus to hear her. She wanted him to know he was making her feel good.

Which he was, or he assumed so judging how she moved her hips on his face. Theseus’ tongue never left her lips and the sensitive nerves between them, his hands kneaded and groped her ass and thighs, as if he let go, he would fall.

“Moore…”

Theseus moaned and two of his fingers sank deep in her slit without any fight, making Ariadne gasp in delight. He doesn’t remember moving his hand, it just… happened; But Ariadne asked him, kept him where he was as she devolved into soft begging, begging him not to move and she was so close.

Theseus gripped her behind with his free hand, his tongue furiously working on her nub and his fingers rubbing against the muscle in her. Ariadne’s thigh and hand kept him in place as she rolled her hips on his face, her head spinning as his fingers fucked her through her sensitive state as she released on him.

Once she finally relaxed, she let go of Theseus’ hair and moved her leg off of his shoulder. He stood up, wobbly and still hard and wanting to fuck her so bad it felt unreal. He slid his fingers out of her, his foggy gaze looking at the mess on his hand before finally focusing on her, really looking at her as he idly licked her mess off his fingers.

She was disheveled, her skirt was bunched up in her other hand and her breasts were out and free for him to see. Her face, oh god, she was beautiful. Ariadne’s cheeks were a beautiful shade of red and her lips looked well bitten, her usual neat lipstick smudged. Was she biting her lips this whole time?

Ariadne glanced down at Theseus’ cock. She doesn’t remember the size original Theseus was, but she knows a good dick when she saw one. She reached for it, gently holding the dick in her hand and gave it one gentle squeeze, making him moan out and–

…He came. Just like that.

Ariadne stared down at the new mess on her hand and skirt, and on the sand between them. Theseus stood there, mortified that he came by a simple touch like that.

Ariadne retracted her hand and simply licked off some of the mess, as if that was normal for her to do. Theseus watched her, a soft shudder of a moan escaped his throat and she glanced at him, then gave him a smile.

“...not bad.”

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Ariadne texts Dionysus once she’s home.

Ari: Hey, I fucked Theseus-look-alike.

Dionysus responded five minutes later.

Dio: without me???

Dio: :(

Ari: :( it was sudden, i’m sorry.

Dio: :(

Dio: Well, how good was he?

Ariadne laid back on the couch and turned the TV on to play in the background.

Ari: Pretty good, he’s a little awkward though.

Dio: How awkward?

Ari: Awkward enough to come early, but fun enough to have between your legs.

Dio: 👀

Dio: I’ll be home soon.

Ariadne smiled at the text, a sigh escaped her as she moved her phone away to look at the tv, excited for her husband to be home.

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Dionysus and Heracles’ Bro Time™  had to be put on hold for now. Freeing up Dionysus’ day. He was alone, Ariadne away having another girls day with Aphrodite and whoever else decided to go with them. He would contact someone, but one lingering thought stuck in his mind after what Ariadne told him the other day; About Theseus.

Was he as awkward as Ari told him? She went into more detail when he arrived home, how he seemed to hesitate until you asked him to do something. Maybe he was a virgin and that's why he reacted in such a way? He really didn’t know. Too many thoughts spun in his head as he daydreamed what he would do to his wife's interest.

He wondered if Theseus was at the beach today.

Dionysus slipped on his sandals and made his way to the elevator before nearly running into Theseus, whose expressions went from annoyed to surprised and… Afraid?

“Ah- oh shit uh, HEY! Dennis! You– w-what are you doing here…?”

Well it seems the fates are on his side today.

Dionysus gave him a nonchalant smile. “I live here, I was actually just heading to the beach! What about you, are you visiting someone?” Theseus’ cheeks were slowly becoming more red as Dionysus stood there.

“Um, n-no I um, live.. Here… too…”

Dionysus made a soft ‘oh?’ sound and continued speaking. “I didn’t know you lived in THIS building, I assumed it was the one down the street! Funny, huh?” One thing Dionysus was proud of was feigning ignorance. One of his best talents if he said so himself.

Theseus idly nodded his head, shifting his weight, making Dionysus look down as he noticed he was holding some heavy looking bags.

“Hey, you want help with those?”

Theseus blinked, confused with what he was implying before following Dionysus’ gaze. “Oh, um… no it’s not that heavy.”

It actually was, they’re new weights and standing here holding them was making it worse. Dionysus gave him a side smirk and held his hand out. Theseus stared at it for a beat too long before a soft sigh of defeat escaped him, handing Dionysus a bag.

The taller man hardly reacted and gave him a bright smile. “Lead the way!”

On the walk to his apartment, Theseus’ mind was rattling. What does he say?? He just had sex with this man's wife THIS WEEK, and he was supposed to pretend to ignore what he did? He felt Dionysus’ gaze on the back of his head as they walked. Oh god what if he did know? Was this a way for him to get in his home and hurt him? What’s going to happen?

‘Just play it cool, you’ll be fine’, Theseus thought, ‘just don’t bring it up, pretend nothing happened. Pretend you didn't fuck his wife behind some buildings. Just pretend you didn’t see both of them fucking on their balcony days before. Pretend you didn’t want them both in bed and let them do things to you he could ever dream of–.’

Dionysus has been staring at Theseus' ass during the whole walk over. He wondered if it was as soft as Ariadne said.

Once they entered Theseus’ Apartment, Dionysus right away noticed some things he didn’t expect. There were still boxes of unopened things, it was scattered, but not messy either, guess he’s taking his time unpacking, he understands that. His walls weren’t bare though, he had posters of stuff from games and movies, a lot of them action movies it seems. He had a few framed pictures on a side table, looking at them, he had to guess it’s of his family and friends from what he could gather. Something else that caught Dionysus’ eye in the corner of the room by the couch. A shield.

“What's the shield for?”

Theseus glanced at the shield then to Dionysus. “Oh, I um. Used to LARP with some friends back home.”

Dionysus tilted his head to the side, genuinely surprised. “You LARPed? I wouldn’t have guessed!”

Theseus’ nerves were still on edge, but the conversation was better than… Well, what he thought was going to happen. “Yeah, I keep it on the downlow, I’m a little embarrassed, but I played as an elf paladin! It was fun.”

“A paladin? I would’ve coined you as a warrior more than anything.”

Theseus laughed at that. “Yeah, I got that a lot, actually, but I like shields and swords, and I like the pristine look of paladins more than warriors.”

Dionysus nodded, finally putting the bag down and simply watched Theseus do his own thing in the kitchen.

Dionysus’ eyes made Theseus sweat again. Why was this man watching him? Was he waiting for him to do something, say something?? Oh god he felt weak in the legs, his stomach ached and he did his full best to put on a brave face.

During Theseus’ mental breakdown, Dionysus continued to stare at him with intense interest. The man was nervous, he could tell that right away. It was cute, watching him trying to hide it.

Maybe it’s time to make some beans spill.

Dionysus strode over to Theseus and stood behind him. To say that Theseus jumped was an understatement, he was fully turned to face the man, looking up and into Dionysus’ intense stare as he felt his back press against the counter. Dionysus’ looked serious. Oh no, this is it, he knew it was going to end up like this, he’s going to get pummeled to hell and back up and possibly killed, he might as well spill the beans.

“Did you know you’re very cu–”

“OKAY I DID FUCK YOUR WIFE THE OTHER DAY, I DIDN’T MEAN TO IT JUST HAPPENED PLEASE UNDERSTANDI’MSOSORRYPLEASEDON’THURTME…”

Theseus yelled out his shame to Dionysus and covered his face with his arms. His guilt was through the roof, he couldn’t in good conscience stay quiet and continue on like he didn’t fuck this mans wife, he knew he  already ruined whatever trust he had with him, can’t make it worse, right? Hopefully for whatever beat down this guy will give him will be fast and not in need for hospital visits.

Dionysus stared at him for a moment before he started laughing out loud.

Theseus opened his eyes, lowering his arms as he stared at the other in utter confusion. “W…What’s so funny?”

Dionysus calmed himself down from his laughing to finally respond. “Is that why you looked like you were going to throw up? Bro, don’t worry, she told me; I’m just bummed I wasn’t there with her to help out! But from what she told me, you make cute sounds when you come.”

Theseus stared at the other man, blushing deeply as he tried to find his words through his confusion on dionysus’ lack of anger. “I– I…”

“Though… speaking of coming…” Dionysus stepped closer to the stuttering man, pressing their hips together and leaned over to gently hold Theseus’ chin, making him look directly at Dionysus. “What did she do to make you come so soon?”

Theseus saw it then, the carnal gaze, hungry for something. His wife's gaze was almost like his, but it was elevated somehow. It almost drove him mad. This couple was on a whole different level than he expected, and he wanted more from them. God, his pants are tight. When did they get tight?

“She.. s-she just– she let me feel her… and…”

“Feel her how?”

Dionysus’ voice echoed in Theseus' mind as he lifted his hands towards Dionysus’ chest, hesitating on touching him. He wanted him, so, so bad. “...l-Like…”

Dionysus smirked. Even after so long, his godliness still showed up from time to time. “Mmm, you’re more than welcome to touch me…” He held Theseus' wrists and guided his hands to his pecs.

Oh, the sound he made almost made Dionysus want to fuck him on the spot. But not yet. Gotta save that with Ariadne.

Theseus swallowed the lump in his throat and gave Dionysus’ pecs a squeeze. Oh god he’s as soft as her, even with the shirt covering them and the chest hair, the warmth that radiated from him was divine.

Dionysus moved his thigh between Theseus’ legs so the man could grind on him, and he did. He was already this hard and Dio hardly did anything, which is what surprised him the most. He knows he didn’t do anything directly to Theseus, well, until now.

The smaller man whimpered out a moan and laid his face on Dionysus’ chest. “Dude, fuck…”

Dionysus stroked some of Theseus’ hair away as he made Theseus look up at him.

“What else did you do to her…?”

Theseus blinked, a soft sigh escaped him as he was practically pleading to the other man to do something about the boner in his shorts. “S-she… She had me eat her out…” He shuddered as he recalled the memory, it made him throb.

Well how can Dionysus deny him when he’s in this state?

He made Theseus lean back and crouched down in front of him, tugging the man's shorts down to release his dick and– Oh wow he was so cute, he wasn’t too big or too small, and he was dripping all for him. Dionysus licked his lips, a hand held the base of Theseus’ cock and pressed his lips against the head. The sound the man made excited Dionysus way too much for him to admit. He reached down and freed his own cock, idly stroking himself as he pleased Theseus.

After a moment, he took the cock out of his mouth and looked up at the man, noticing he was watching him, but his arms were gripping the counters. Dionysus hummed, pulled back from the dick and leaned on Theseus’ hip as he idly stroked him. “I told you, you can touch me.” Theseus throbbed at that, a shaky hand moved to grip the back of Dionysus’ head. Theseus’ fingers tangled in the man's hair, whimpering as he watched Dionysus take his dick again, taking more of his dick.

Theseus couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, it was hypnotizing how easily this man was doing this. He wasn’t well endowed or anything, but the fact that there was little to no hesitation on the man's part was inviting. He doesn’t remember when he was thrusting  into the other's mouth, but he couldn’t stop. Dionysus closed his eyes and let the man above him happily fuck his mouth.

Theseus couldn’t handle it, it was too good to be true at how perfect Dionysus’ mouth was around him, how easily he felt the others throat hit the head of his dick, how the man’s eyes opened and met his gaze, how they pressed their nose against the lower part of his abdomen; how they kept Theseus’ hips still as he spilled down the others throat. The sudden relief Theseus had as his hips couldn’t stop humping Dionysus’ face.

It felt too soon, and forever all at once as Theseus’ dick popped from Dionysus’ mouth, the god licking away whatever mess Theseus had left with a soft hum. Theseus’ eyes widened as he watched the man stand up. He was beautiful, how his eyes seemed to glow as a low growl escaped his chest. Dionysus pressed himself against, pressing his own erection on Theseus’ hip.

“Fffuuckk…” Theseus felt so small compared to Dionysus in that moment, he couldn’t think, didn’t even notice that his hands were still holding onto the gods hair.

Dionysus’ hands gripped Theseus’ ass, squeezing it in a way that was nothing but possessive, it made Theseus groan for him, ache even. Dionysus made their hips press hard against another, Theseus practically humping the other as their dicks slid against each other, his own fully erect all over again. When did that happen?

Dionysus smirked, holding both of them in his hand, leaning more to the other and planted soft kisses on Theseus’ cheeks as he spoke low in his ear. “You should help me out…”

Theseus' head lulled down, he watched Dionysus jerk both of them off, his hand gripping their shafts with little to no effort on keeping them from slipping. Weird, he thought the other was larger, but he seems average.

He should help out…

He felt his hand shake as he watched the other man's hand stroke them both with ease. Theseus’ hand was the opposite of Dionysus’ and squeezed the heads of their cocks as Dionysus worked the shafts. He felt the other throb against him, god, he was so sensitive, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of their combined efforts.

Dionysus so wished Ariadne was here, she didn’t tell him Theseus’ hands were so soft! He was expecting rough hands at least, but his hands were soft, as if he didn’t do much work in his life. Fuck. He gave Theseus’ ass one last squeeze as he moved his hand to hold Theseus’ chin, looking directly at him. “Did she kiss you?”

Theseus’ blinked, trying to find his thoughts behind the pleasure he’s experiencing. “W-whuh?”

“Did Ari kiss you?” His thumb brushed against Theseus’ lips, the man opened a bit of his mouth as he blinked at the question, unsure why he would ask such a thing.

“Ari…? N-no, she didn’t, she said not yet, why…?”

That made Dionysus respond with a hum and squeezed their dicks a little more, making Theseus gasp in pleasure. He leaned over and pecked on the edge of Theseus’ lips. “You gonna cum again?”

Theseus whimpered in response to Dionysus’ question, the hand in Dio’s hair pulled him closer.

Dionysus kept kissing Theseus’ cheek, his pumping slowed down as he continued to squeeze Theseus with him. “I’m close too.”

Something about this man simply talking to him set him over the edge. Theseus whined out a curse and closed his eyes as he spilled onto his and Dionysus’ hands. Dionysus watched Theseus as he kept pumping him through his orgasm like it was a sight to be seen. Theseus’ hand waned on his grip and Dio held it there for him.

“You said you’ll help me out…” Dionysus’ voice seemed to echo in Theseus’ mind, a small jolt of adrenaline ran through him as he gripped Dionysus’ shaft only, pumping him towards his orgasm. Dionysus fully leaned on Theseus, making him fall back on the counter as he spread the man's legs to be between them, looking down at the man, whispering nothing but approvals to him, “almost there, you’re doing great, you can do it, make me come–”

Theseus watched the man spill on him, the mess on his chest, stomach and hand dribbled down. He didn’t stop squeezing him until Dionysus seemed to finish. He huffed, looking up to stare up at Dionysus, who was staring back at him. Theseus was unable to look away from them, he was simply too beautiful.

“D-den-” Dionysus placed a finger on Theseus’ lips, shushing him as he idly humped his hand. Theseus’ grip didn’t wane.

They stayed quiet as they got over their orgasms, Dionysus standing up fully and helping Theseus to sit up. The smaller man was in a daze, he didn’t know what to do, but he was tired as hell and was a mess. He glanced up to Dionysus who gave him another kiss on the cheek and a soft smile. Theseus had questions, he wanted to know when he would see them and his wife again, was this a one time thing for them? Should he call? What's going to happen now??

Dionysus stroked his chin and leaned away from him, grabbing some plastic bags Theseus left on the floor and balled them up, tossing them to the side.

“...Not bad.”

Dionysus walked off and out of the apartment, leaving Theseus to his thoughts.

Theseus looked down at the mess on him, lifting his hand and licked it. Some of the others mess.

“...not bad, huh…”

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Hope y'all enjoyed that and that my writing is easy to read :') i plan on posting on AO3 later with pictures (which y'all will also see lol).