A Better Deal

With a wave of their hand, Frey would disappear from before Bastien and appear around him. In him even. The hand wrapped around Bastien's cock would both be covered by Frey's hand, but would also be Frey's hand. The god's lips against Bastien's ear, their tongue inside of his mouth and their freehand roaming across the artist's chest. "I have told you already—" Frey whispered, their combined hands resuming the motion, while another set of hands somehow appeared, lowering to cup his balls, to slightly spread his legs and press against the hole of his ass. "—wordplay is not my kink. Actions speak louder than words and all that. Show me what you can do, puppet man." They whispered and as they did, a rush unlike any that Bastien had ever felt would surge through him, his orgasm seemingly crescendoing all the way from his toes to his eyelashes. The artist would feel a puff of hot air against his ear, and then Frey's presence would be gone. Where cum should have been on the floor, there was instead a small dusting of dusky violet-coloured flowers. Quite the aphrodisiac they were, if eaten or brewed.