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Apollo chuckles lightly, kissing Endymion's neck and jawline tenderly, as if physically worshipping the god infront of him. He thanks Dionysus in a soft voice before he left and holds Endymion to him, "Mmmm... However the hell this happened... I'm so glad it did... I've missed you so much, Endymion... It's been like torture, seeing you there with me but unable to kiss you and hold you...." He runs his fingers through Endymion's hair.

Demeter blinks, looking up when she saw Dionysus in the tent through the open flap. Everyone had fled the tent long ago, but even then that couldn't escape the moans and screams. She bustles up to Dionysus, her eyes looking like she could drill through a brick wall. She smacks Dionysus' arm hard, growling, "What was that!? Do you have any clue the look on little Adel's face when he heard all of you screaming and moaning, you perverts!! I finally had to send him away with Persephone so that he wouldn't have to listen to that... that.... !" She blushes and growls at him, "Tell Endymion and Apollo that they better be lucky that Adel is so attached to them, or otherwise I'd be taking him back with me just so that the boy would grow up normally!!! So the next time you three decide to ******** each other silly, have a little consideration, hm?" She steps back, rolling her eyes. As much as she hated to admit it, she remembered what it was like when she was younger and had first experienced love... but still!! "Go on, now... I'll take Adel back to Apollo's suite in the city... If all of you are planning to partake in wild, unrestrained sex for a few more days, then don't bother scoming back until its out of your systems..." She grumbles, stalking away.

Able to hear her diatribe from behind the curtain, Apollo winces. He hadn't thought about the rest of them when Dionysus had began jerking him off... But then again, he hadn't been able to think of anything.

The stab of guilt had hit Apollo as well. Of course, Adel had probably observed that he and Endymion were in love, but he had never been in direct contact with their sexual practices. They had always locked the doors and, even though they were sometimes loud, there had been many rooms between them. Today there was only a curtain to sheild their screams, moans, and sighs.
He begins pulling on clothes as well. Adel had just started growing to accept Apollo. That would probably be broken now, but Apollo still wanted to make sure that Adel was ok. It wasn't every day that a twelve year old boy was exposed to raw, male on male sex and was able to walk away mentally whole. He sighs, slightly angry with himself for letting this happen so close to the others. It had ultimately been his decision to continue and he should have considered all of this.
Dressed in a pair of denims and a black t-shirt, he gets up and hugs Dionysus, "Thanks for the food... We'll be back in a bit, I guess..." He follows Endymion out of the tent, sensing Adel near the river with Persephone, Eros, and Athena. He begins to walk in that direction, running a hand through his tousled platinum blonde locks.

Apollo, relieved and pleasantly surprised, wraps his arms around Endymion, hugging him. He sighs, purring, "Remind to me thank Eros for that..."
He glances over Endymion's shoulder to where Adel stood with Demeter, a little bit of worry still wriggling to the surface of his mind. He whispers, "Is he ok, though...? Knowing that three men just had sex nearby... I mean, he's not going to grow up with some weird distorted view that only men have sex and that they ******** on another, will he?" Now saying it aloud, he can't help but chuckle at it. He hoped that Eros had explained that as well.

Apollo smiles, pulling from the hug so that he could wave them off properly. He smiles to Eros, shaking his head with a soft chuckle, "I really owe you... For more reasons than this one.... Thank you, my friend... After we got past wanting to kill each other when we first woke, things went... well... Splendidly... Thank you."

He turns, grinning to Endymion, "Back to the tent to eat?" He smiles and takes Endymion's hand, kissing it before he begins leading Endymion back, his eyes sparkling in promise.

Apollo laughs, feeling his chest swell as he saw Endymion happy. it was like he was an empath, specifically tuned into Endymion, feeling what he felt.
As Endymion breaks off and runs ahead, Apollo laughs, chasing him and catching up by the time they got to the tent, tugging his lover into the tent and then stopping him with a heated kiss, even though they were both slightly out of breath. Still kissing the young god, he tugs him toward their 'room' behind the curtain.

Apollo, slightly confused, holds the weeping young god for a moment before realizing exactly what Endymion was apologizing for. When it hit him, he clutched Endymion close, holding him tight and whispering comforting, calming words.
Once Endymion's sobs had abated enough for him to understand Apollo's words, the Sun god rubs Endymion's back and says, with a slightly weak smile, "Darling... Don't apologize... I don't blame you at all... Even though it was hard, it was worth it to have you back in my arms again.. And I would have gone through and eternity of it if there was the promise of having you back again... Shhh... It's ok, my lover... We're happy now and that's all that matters in my eyes..." He whispers into the young god's mind, "My love for you is the same and it would never falter, no matter how hard you push me away."

Apollo felt himself almost dizzy with the force of the prayers. Prayer alone was enough to make a god swoon, but a sincerely worshipful prayer.... Apollo almost felt weak at the knees as he clung to Endymion, whispering mental, prayers of love and promise, "My sweet god of hope, my darling love... I will always be by your side, always your beloved, eternity cannot separate us..." Apollo was returning the kisses when he was awoken from the daze by Dion's voice.

He smiles, looking almost drunk from prayer as he turns his gaze to Dion, "Mmm.. there better be, I'm starved..." He walks behind the curtain and sits on the bed, swooning for a moment before taking a sandwich from the plate.