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Apollo, usually so observant, didn't even hear Endymion come in. He lifts his head enough to see Endymion and a small warm smile spreads across his lips. He props himself up on his elbows, "Hey... Um... You ok?... I didn't know that Adel would.... would take to you so quickly that way.... I'm sorry that I.... thought you were encouraging him... I'm just not in my right mind lately, I suppose...."

Hearing the door close, Apollo sits up, at first slightly confused. He hadn't heard Endymion use this tone of voice since... His eyes widen for a split seecond, but soon a smile finds its way back to his lips. If the thought that his lover was in a twelve-year-old body affected him at all at that moment, it was only making his heart pound harder.
He grins a bit, "You don't want me to guess, you want to surprise me, don't you...?"

The god grins almost mischieviously as well and sits up straighter, scooting a bit closer in the pretense of having better access to the strawberries. He knew this was it, he couldn't falter now. He had to show Endymion that he loved him as much now as ever. He grins, looking at the bright red strawberrie with a look of neaar longing, "Oh gods..... It's been so long.......... They've grown them during the long winter spell, but they never tasted as... fresh as they do in the spring..."
He picks on up, carefully holding it by the leafy green top as he squirts a bit of whip cream on the end, not too much, just enough for a sugary tease. He offers it to Endymion, holding it up to his lips to feed him. Apollo's violet eyes now lock on Endymion's, never breaking eyecontact. Those eyes were the same eyes of the god he loved, and they were ageless.

Apollo watches Endymion take his first bite and nearly moaned in longing at the look of ecstasy that fluttered over his lover's face. He accepts the boy into his arms, quickly savoring the warmth of the smaller body. If this were sin, then he knew he was giving in, but he really didn't care.
Stroking Endymion's hair, he purrs, shuddering at the whisper and the innocent kiss, letting out a soft content sigh. With the remaining stawberry, the paints Endymion's lips red with the juice and gazes at him for a moment before leaning in and kissing away the sweetness, his lips soft and never over-powering, his tongue teasing and light. He whispers a prayer, able to taste spring, hope, and rebirth in the sweet juice over Endymion's soft lips.

Endymion's moan only served to make Apollo's breathing speed up as he very gently devours the young god's mouth, thier tongues dancing against one another before Apollo pulls that luscious, still sweet tongue into his mouth to suck on lightly. His hands pull the small body even closer until Endymion was basically in his lap.
He finally pulls back, nearly panting as he nuzzles into Endymion's neck. He wasn't sure how far Endymion wanted to go and he didn't want to make him feel awkward, but he had been wishing for this for over a week now and had severely missed his love.

((goodnight, my fantasy lover))

Apollo gasps and moans, catching Endymion by the hips to hold their pelvises together. The rubbing felt so perfect and he was sure that he woud be weak at the knees if he was standing. Apollo whispers, his lips brushing and grazing Endymion's ear, "And I want nothing more that to make you happy, to make things as perfect as they used to be between us...."
Pressing a soft kiss to Endymion's beautiful lips, his lifts his lover's shirt over his head and off his body.

(come to think of it, you should probably just reply to this next time you are on via PM)

Apollo frezes in utter surprise, glancing back to Endymion and to the close door where Adel had just stood. He was too gobsmacked even to try to stop Endymion as he walked out onto the patio. His eyes wide, he suddenly knew how it must have looked.... and also how it would have looked if someone who didn't know the situation found out. He groans infrustration and falls back on the bed, his fists hitting the mattress with force. Adel had seen hint of their relationship before and he knew they had been together, but not when Endymion was in the body of a twelve-year-old child.
The god finally gets up, feeling drained and trembling a bit with the thought that he and Endymion would have to refrain from showing their love. He also knew that soon they would have to go talk to Adel. He walks outside onto the patio and whispers softly, "Please don't blame yourself for that...... I'm sorry, Dymion... I shouldn't have pushed you and.... He'll come around, I promise.... This will work out...."

Apollo, feeling utterly guilty now, slowly nodded. What would Adel think of them, of an adult willing to seduce a boy-... He swallows hard, looking away, feeling the same disgust he had felt for himself that morning. He agreed with Endymion now, there was no way this could work, but agreeing didn't make the pain of it go away. He felt the tears in his eyes but tries to hold it in, trying to stay strong for Endymion. He didn't know how he would go through six years of this, but he would if it meant keeping his lover.
He kneels down and gently, chastely, hugs Endymion, rubbing his back in an almost fatherly way as he felt Endymion crying, his own tears slipping out as well. He whispers, "I understand.... I promise, I won't-.... kiss or touch you like that again... Not until.... Until this changes...."
It was at that moment, he suddenly got struck with an idea. He blinks, "Chronos..... Chronos!!" He pulls back, a small smile on his face, "If anyone can help us, it's Chronos...."