I desire your affections!

Hermes writhed beneath him, still giggling even though Tiresias was no longer pressing soft kisses down his neck and chest. He waited for him to stop, his mouth a thin, straight line. Hermes finally sat up and placed his hat back on his head to cover up his messed hair, though a grin that could only be described as idiotic seemed to be plastered on his face.“I’m sorry, darling. I just happen to be very ticklish!” As if mentioning it was funny in its own right, another giggle escaped Hermes’ mouth. Tiresias folded his arms. “It appears that your request for courting has gone south. I sense you are no longer in the mood?” Hermes waved a dismissive hand, not taking Tiresias’ obvious irritation personally. He flopped forward, and Tiresias instinctively unfolded his arms to catch him. “No, I am not.” A smirk still adorned Hermes as though it were his very own. As though that expression was made for him.Perhaps it was. A smirk of thieves and trickery.OR; some silly Hermesias cuddles and a bit of sexual tension with just a sprinkle of trauma/angst!