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A shiver ran through the sun god with the slow caress, skin warming under the touch. His hands were blind, resting atEndymion's shoulders before slowly exploring downward, memorizing every contour of Dymion's chest. Lips pressing the the young god's temple, then jawline before the heat drew them to the other's mouth.
It took the older god a moment to finally realize that he could see the images of Endymion's mind. He smiles into the kiss, mimicking the movements in his lover's visions.

Apollo's eyes stay half-lidded as he hold shis young lover, watching him sleep as his fingers trail deft, gossamer lines over the god's still warm skin. After a while, he snuggles into his lover, still revelling in the warmth that still lingered long after the sweat cooled. He slips into a peaceful sleep there beside him.

Come morning, the god woke with the same peaceful manner that had given way to sleep. Moving slightly and gazing down at his peacefully sleeping lover, he disentangles himself. As he moves from the bed, he gently tucks Endymion back in to keep him warm before he moves to the window to raise the sun.

A moment later, the bedsprings sink slightly from Apollo climbing back into bed and sliding beneath the covers. He knew that Endymion was awake already and simply climbs over to him, kissing his neck and jawline as he whispers, "You may be a little sore today, lover... But a nice hot bath may help..."

The god smiles, feeling as if just watching Endymion this way would make his heart swell until it burst. He couldn't help but lay a few more kisses over Dymion's soft brow and temple, fingers weaving into his hari as he snuggles in close. Missing the feeling of it, he re-entangles their limbs into a slightly messy mass of relaxed clinging. But before he could really muse too much, he was asleep again.

Apollo woke with a slight start. He was so connected to Endymion in such ways that these little disturbances were quick to alert him. He opens his eyes, wincing slightly at the light of the noon sun shoning through the window. He gazes at Endymion, "Are you ok, love?"

Apollo sits up, helping Endymion gently with his own hand instead of forcing Endymion to use his sore body. But the revelation fo the dream seemed odd and struck him, "Looking at you?... That's strange... is that all you remember? How were they looking at you? What were they like?"

Apollo smiles a little bit, kissing Endymion's hand in an almost romantic way as he gets up, "For gods, since we don't necessarily need sleep to survive, although it is helpful, dreams always mean something more... And I think your dream was a splendid welcome to our world... My sweet, lovely, god..."
He smirks, walking to the bathroom. The sound of running water fills the air and soon the soft scent of chamomile and jasmin. Soon Apollo walks back out, sliding his arms around Endymion and picking him up. His lips press to his lover's temple, "Let me pamper you, ok?"

Apollo sits down on the side of the bathtub, easing Endymion down to a slight sitting position in his lap. He catches his lover's eyes, his own slightly haunted. He whispers, "Last night.... It was so wonderful, but.... I didn't want to hurt you... I-.... I'm so sorry love... I lost control last night when I could have been gentler.... I'll make it up to you though, I have some salves and charms that will eas the pain..."
He stands again, slowly lowering Endymion into the bathtub so that he could adjust to the warm of the water on his sore areas easier.