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The fruit was perfect, as if picked from the Elysian Fields and brought for them. He chews slowly at the tender flesh of it, leaning forward to lick away some juice that was trailing down Endymion's chin. His hands explore Endymion's body for, what seems like the first time. He is slow and careful, his fingertips teasing over the skin. He steals another kiss, tasting the fruit on his lover's lips, "Mmmm... My darling... I love you too and I will never stop being yours..."

A soft moan rumbles in Apollo's throat as he holds Endymion to him, hand seemingly everywhere at once, but still slow and tedious to touch every inch of him. They trace the curve of his back, the bend as rump meets his thigh, a smooth lean hip, the sides of the ribs, the curve of the beautiful neck...
Apollo lets Endymion drive the kisses, but laps them up eagerly like a puppy with tablescraps, whimpering for more.

Apollo lays down, resting his head in Endymion's lap comfortably. At the question, he lifts a lazy eyebrow and responds in a soft, slightly yawning voice, "Oh... Dion.... All gods have the power of creation of material things... Therefore, his tent, he widened the bed.... not too hard to do...." He kisses Endymion's hand, smiling up at him.

Apollo winces slightly, having not known what Endymion thought of it, but now knowing the truth. He calmly whispers, "I am recorded by the Greeks and Romans this way.... But it has been winter for so long... I have hardly gotten used to it either..." He sighs and snuggles against Endymion's body, sincerely hoping that Endymion didn't find him too unattractive.

Apollo smiles a little, "Most can permanently change themselves, but I am under a much deeper element. Being the god of the Sun ties me to the seasons, which are much more powerful than just the gods themselves. We simply preside over them, rationally dictating each... But don't get me wrong, the seassons are much more powerful than I am..... But I can make temporary changes, my love...." He reaches a hand up and runs a hand through his own hair. Blackness begind to spread throughout the strands and soon the hair is the soft, long black that it had been before. He says softly, "Dymion... I want to you everything you desire.... I'd change my whole appearance if you wished it, lover..." He gazes up to Endymion with a small smile.

Apollo smiles and props himself halfway up, gazing up at Endymion as he sips the wine, doing so almost as if he were taking communion. Swallowing the sweet alcohol, he says softly, "Ah... so you've noticed it finally...." He smiles and sits up fully, leaning against the headboard beside Endymion and wrapping his arms around him.
"That part of you began even before I knew you were a god... When we made love... You would pass out or lose your appearance before you ever realized it.... But those bright lit blue eyes, the wings, the haze.... Darling, I've seen those for a long time now..... It's not so much a change of appearance as it is your true form....This is a simple mortal form that you hold now.... The more you grow into your own godliness, the more you'll see of your true self until that permanently becomes you appearance, unless you choose to disguise yourself among mortals, my love..."

Apollo pulls back enough to look into Endymion's eyes, slightly confused. but he smiles and begins to kiss Endymion's face as he explains, "What I mean is that... as long as you are around mortals, this will have to be your appearance... And you have power over your appearance permanently where I do not.... But when you are using your powers at their height, when you are in the throes of the fight, or in the throes of passion, when you cannot control yourself, you'll become what you are.... But you ultimately have controlll..... And darling, your true form isn't very different at all... You almost look like an angel..." He kisses Endymion's lips, "Don't worry about it, lover..."