CHAPTER 68: [18+] A NOT-SO-INNOCENT PICNIC

Hermes turned red. "No way you’re not doing that on purpose."

Aphrodite turned to him, not saying anything. Not showing anything on his face. But his thoughts...

[Doing what on purpose? I really did not mean for you to know these suggestive thoughts... Still, it seemed that it roused you.]

His hands travelled down to Hermes’ crotch. Then, he immediately removed his hand as soon as he touched it.

[Shit, is it really that big? It’s like an accordion that gets stretched out so wide when turned on!]

Hermes did not expect his grower to be described as an accordion. But there’s truly no match when it comes to Aphrodite and his purple prose.

Aphrodite bit his lip. "D-Don’t read my thoughts right now..."

But it was too late. Hermes was already watching the sizzling bubbles as they rose above Aphrodite’s head. It was like watching the surface of boiling water with how fast they appear, and how strong.

[I want that accordion to make sweet music with my trumpet. But before that, I want to feel his fingers on my valves, to feel his mouth on my mouthpiece... Until my bell can’t stop pushing out wet, sloppy noises...]

Hermes was bamboozled. That’s the only thing that can describe what he’s feeling right now after reading all that.

"Y-Your what?"

Aphrodite tried to cover his eyes, but Hermes caught them.

"No, no, wait! You gifted me this ability and you’re not even going to allow me to use it?" Hermes argued.

His flustered date rasped. "I..."

[I can’t believe what I’m doing. I must sound like such a depraved lunatic to you.]

"No, really! It’s all good... It’s different, but..."

Hermes guided Aphrodite’s hand back to his crotch. "It does make me hard. So just let your thoughts flow out of you... You’re an open book now for me to read. No more hiding."

This sent Aphrodite’s erotic musings into overdrive.

[Ah, yes... Treat me like a book... Lick your finger before spreading me wide... Flipping my pages. Put your hand against my spine as you get closer and devour every word out of me... ]

Hermes couldn’t stop the grin growing on his lips.

This caused Aphrodite to frown. [That smirk... Do you think it’s funny? How much I could not stop myself from thinking about these cringey thoughts while you have my ability?]

Hermes shook his head. "No, no! I do find them funny... But only because I didn’t expect you to say those things. Never in a million years..."

Unlocking his inner poet, he whispered to beau:

"You wanted us to bare ourselves, so let me bare your body, mind and spirit..."

He started undoing the buttons of Aphrodite’s shirt. Earlier, when it was wet because of that unfortunate incident...

A fleeting thought crossed his mind when he saw Aphrodite’s pink nipples and smooth, milky skin under that sheer clothing. It looked so delectable that he wanted to take a bite.

And that was what he did as soon as he undressed him.

Though just barely, pushing the shirt off his shoulders but never fully taking it off. Aphrodite looks hotter that way, as if it symbolizes how he still maintains a bit of modesty by not speaking his perverted thoughts out loud.

[Mmmph... You’re suckling me as if you’re expecting sweet juices to leak out... But alas, my two pink fruits have nothing to offer besides their fleshiness and tenderness....]

Hermes grinned, pulling on the nipple a little with his teeth then blowing on it. "That’s fine. They still taste good."

Aphrodite turned feverishly pink, but his thoughts said: [You know what else tastes good? My little cherry down there...]

Hermes followed his eyes down at his cute brown slacks. And on that crotch...

There was no bulge, but instead an outline of a crevice.

[I hope... I hope you don’t mind that I come with an extra orifice, not an appendage. You’re probably used to sleeping with men that have dangly bits rather than deep slits.]

Hermes shook his head. "I don’t mind at all. It doesn’t make you less of a man for me."

He slowly pulled down Aphrodite’s pants. Hermes has actually researched a few things about intersex people on the internet after learning that Aphrodite was one.

They come in a lot of varieties. And not all of them show physical signs of it. Some people never even realized they have an extra chromosome or irregular levels of hormones compared to cis people until they had it checked.

Most fictional depictions of hermaphrodites— intersex people with both genitals— were also very limited.

They often portray the penis being completely separate from the vagina, but in some cases, it can be a merge of the two. It could be like an enlarged clitoris over a labia, or an almost fully formed penis and scrotum but with a small slit.

As Hermes pulled down Aphrodite’s underwear, he saw that his was more of a micropenis that also serves almost like a clitoris, still connected to the labia. It was only an inch long, while his hole is more developed.

Driven by curiosity, Hermes parted the folds to see how deep it goes inside. He doesn’t have much experience looking at vaginas besides in science books or porn, but...

It looked pretty much almost the same as a regular one, besides the cute little dick-clit.

"Mngh..." Aphrodite made a few noises and covered his mouth.

He sounded scared, but his thoughts told a different story.

[Oh... How I longed to feel this. You exploring me as if you are a diver trying to reach into the deep trenches of the ocean... And not to mention we’re doing this in public...]

"You can always cover me with the picnic blanket. Right now... I think I’ll go for a midnight snack."

He just went for it, pushing his tongue into the flower’s center to taste its nectar.

[Oh... You’re eating me so sloppily... Are you thirsty? Because here comes my love juice— Ahhh!!!!]

Soon enough, a surge of liquid sprayed into Hermes’ mouth. He drank it up, eagerly licking for more. He didn’t spare a single nook or cranny, using the tip of his tongue to even go over Aphrodite’s little nub just to make sure he gather it all.

He gave that nub a little kiss, then wiped his mouth. Aphrodite was motionless, staring into space.

"Aphrodite?" Hermes asked, concerned.

But his date’s thoughts reassured him. [I’m fine... I just didn’t expect this to be so transcendental. Let me bask in the afterglow for now. Will you cover me?]

Hermes chuckled, helping him get dressed. "Of course, of course."

They cuddled under the stars for a while, before wrapping out this wonderful, not-so-innocent picnic date.