An almost too sweet of smile curled on the older man's lips as he heard the reply. "I think I'll keep that a surprise." Dallas had a thing for Winter. It was something that kept him wanting more and more. Something that made him say yes to the invite out into the world he'd shut off from. "If i have it my way, you'll be swept off of them a lot." He winked as he listened to the boy's words. "You are small, and that makes you very easy to sweep off.." Those words trailed away as he heard the idea of getting naked.

Before he could even slip his trunks off, he felt the underwear hit down at his feet. "Naked it is." He laughed a bit as he shoved the trunks down and kicked them away, jogging to join his companion in the water. The giant man made it to the water. Moonlight hitting his naked form as he entered the water. "Got me out here naked and swimming, was this your master plan all along?" There was a flirtatious nature to the words as he got about waist deep into the water.

               " oh gods, " he laughed, hearing it again. it was kinda cute, if he had to admit. " oh? okay, hmm, what did you have in mind? " winter looked away for a moment, but then eyes glanced back at dallas. he watched as the man began to strip, watching the shirt as it came off. " perfect. i love a man who isn't afraid to sweep me off my feet. " he smiled. " of course, i feel like most guys here can, considering i'm small. "

at the mention of the swim trunks, he shook his head. " i mean, we can have the swim trunks, or... we could get naked. i haven't gone skinny dipping sounds fun, especially tonight. " but winter wouldn't do it, unless the other would join him. and when the other questioned if they should lose them, he grinned. " fuck it, " he said as he pulled down his underwear and threw it at dallas before running into the water.

Dallas heard the weird, almost song like, knocks on his door. The muscled, well defined godling moved towards the door when he heard the voice. "Harley? What are you doing here?" He quizzed out as he opened the door in nothing more than a pair of gym shorts. "Something wrong?"

@charmingdallas

he made his way towards the cabin of the son of iris, once he arrived he knocked on the door, making a little tune with his knocks. "open up!" he'd been tired of seeing dallas teasing him around camp with those bit tits and thick ass of his, so he decided he was going to do something about it. and what he was going to do about it was fuck those huge tits of his and cum over them. that'd maybe make up for all of the teasing he had been doing.

Dallas had been one who loved to wander around, get lost even, but he had a pretty decent sense of direction. That was why he always led the hikes back home. It was easy for someone to get lost in those big, wonderous Colorado woods. Here? Here it was smaller, but the woods seemed to be almost just as dense. Smiling back at the other, he chuckled. "A prayer in the woods? Seems like a great place to do it." Looking around, he took a deep breath. "Well, lucky for you, I'm pretty good with finding my way out of the woods." The sun drifted over the tree tops as his bright blues stared at Winter. "Want to come with me?"

               winter kept his eyes on dallas. he had been out in the forest a few times by now, but he's never been out on his own. and he realized he was shit with directions, so of course making his way out was a struggle. so he was relieved when he saw the blonde. a soft smile appeared on his lips, and nodded. " i was just, out here doing some prayers, i guess you can say, " he chuckled. " i got a bit lost finding my way back. "

"Yeah, my cinderfella." He laughed at the retort from the younger, shorter guy. "I'm sure we could find something way better for you to try on." The gruffness in his voice had softened as he began stripping his own shirt off. "Well, I'll be your prince charming, I guess." He winked as he raised a brow. "I wore swim trunks. Is that not the appropriate wear for this?"

Something about Winter had drawn him in, kept him wanting to keep the other close. It wasn't something he ever looked for nor expected to feel on someone he didn't fully know, but he was feeling his walls crumbling around. Maybe he would share his story, his battle tales, with the other sometime. His hands slipped to the brim of his trunks. "Should I lose them?"

               " cinderfella? " he cocked his head. " that sounds like a slur! " he glared at the taller man before laughing. " i don't know, do you have a glass slipper for me to try on? " winter pulled his shorts down and all that was left was the tight underwear he was wearing in that moment. " i mean, i guess it wouldn't be too bad to have a prince charming around. so–– i'll allow this whole cinderfella thing. "

winter watched the other though, knowing that he just wanted to spend more time with dallas. after getting to know him, he thought there was more to him that the silent, brooding type that he was. there was a story, and he wanted to hear about it, if the other let him. " so, you going like that? " he smiles.

Dallas had been out on his daily walk around the camp. It wasn't that big, but he found himself always finding new little crevices to explore. The blonde adonis moved through the wooded trail with ease. His attention was peaked as he heard someone around him. Just as he was about to ask who was there, he heard that sweet voice he had come to know all too well. "Winter, what are you doing out here?"

☠️ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ for the son of iris ≻ location ; the forest ╱ @charmingdallas

               lately, winter found his way to the forest, following the familiar trail that lead him to the small cemetery that kieran and he had found. he came to leave some trinkets, and flowers, paying his respect to the dead. as he was making his way back, he was a little lost. thankfully, he ended up spotting a familiar godling. " dallas! " finally, a familiar face.

It was a quiet night, so Dallas found himself wandering around, trying to find his way to the lake. He had become something of a recluse after the first fight he had during the invasion. Kept to himself, didn't let anyone really see him, but at the end of the day, he craved some kind of interaction. It was time to stop acting like this. That was why he took Winter up on the invite to go swimming.

After a few moments of wandering down a trail, his bright hues fell onto his short friend. "Clever." A laugh escaped him as he moved closer. "Would that make you my cinderfella?" He quizzed out with a grin as he checked the other out. He was stripped down, and suddenly, the hulking man felt a bit overdressed in his t-shirt and swim trunks.

☠️ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ for the son of iris ≻ location ; the lake ╱ @charmingdallas

               since winter had done a few swimming lessons with ronan, he had found himself spending more and more time at the lake. perhaps it was his way of slowly becoming less and less frighten of the deep waters like that. and he was glad that he could be in the water without freaking out and almost drowning from his panic. once he took off his shirt, he took off his pants too before he noticed the man approaching. " well if it isn't prince charming. "

For some reason, people felt the need to invade their camp, their homes. It still boggled his mind on why these magical beings felt the need to keep coming after them. It was costing so many innocent lives. It was hard to comprehend with their dead still laid around. A breathy chuckle left him as he listened to the 'couple of weeks' line. "Ask me then."

The brightness in his eyes had dulled. He wasn't the same after having witnessed what really goes down. It was hard not to think of all the cries and screams. "Probably should have, but I wanted to be home." An expression of pain contorted on his face as he leaned against the door way. "Let's just get inside." Dallas tried to keep his voice as calm he could. "Come on."

"I won't ask you that question because I already know you're not. None of us are." Their home had been invaded and people they were supposed to protect died under their watch. That was going to sting for a very long time; at least it would for Davon.

He followed up the stairs behind the other. "I'll give you a couple weeks then ask how your coping. It's out of obligation at that point." Because even if he wasn't super familiar with Dallas yet, he was still someone Davon was obligated to look out for just like the others he attempted to keep from losing their lives in the battle.

"You sure you didn't need to stay longer at the infirmary? I know we're built to take more punishment but...that was a lot."

Darkness danced around them as he tried to keep a brave face on. This night was one that would remain on his mind for a long time. First fight, First almost loss of life. Hell, he was sure this was a night that would haunt him. A long, deep sigh released from his lips as he nodded. "I'm Dallas." Bright eyes locked onto the fellow as he entered more of his view.

His sight fell down a bit to meet the other's. The son of iris stood at six foot three. A hulking giant that looked a bit like a statue, some have said to him. "Ah, yes, a completely normal night out." Allowing his body to untense, he groaned as he listened. "Find anything?" He quizzed out before he heard the question thrown his way. "Good fucking question cause I have zero fucking clue." The gravel of his voice fit nicely against the roughness of his words. "Don't know why our fights have to end in innocent bloodshed." Those eyes faltered up to the sky just looking for something before moving to the world around them. "What do you think we should do?"

Running largely on a blend of adrenaline and spite, Simon stepped forward enough for the large guy to see him better. Thawed, but raw. Blood-crusted, but upright. Too wired, at the moment, to consider stopping to rest.

"It's Simon," he offered, before approaching the rest of the way. And... Yeah. This guy was big. Simon knew he wasn't a slouch, but he also was only halfway to six foot, which this second giant likely blew right past. "And yeah. I'm fuckin'... great. Just a night stroll around the bodies, you know." His hands went to his hips, weapons stowed, as he finally took a second. "Just, uh. Sorting through the wreckage, I guess. Sneaking around, to make sure nobody else is sneaking around." Clearly it was working, if this guy though he might've been on the other side. "The fuck do we do now?"

Bright blues flickered around to find the voice. It was one he had heard back in the fight. "Yeah, when it's less filled with the dead.." A gruffness to his voice as it trailed off. His grip on the axe loosening just a bit. This wasn't one of those things back to finish the job. Almost a relief as he felt the aches flare up once more.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the vague shape of the other. "Pleasure, Moon Guy." His lips curled into a half smile as he heard the description. "Ah, so you were one of the ones who got blasted down with me." A cynical laugh escaped him as he looked down to the ground for a moment. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just takes a lot out of a guy to be taken down twice." Yeah, sure he was fine. Something to tell the others, so they'd not worry.

Without so much as missing a beat, he spoke again. "What about you? You okay?"

"Not the best time for that," Simon called back, stepping out from his hidden position -- dragging the stolen oversized weapon behind him. "Try again tomorrow? When there's less...murder all over the place, or whatever."

Half-dead but still walking, Simon hovered at what he assumed was the edge of the large man's vision. If he could even see at night.

"I'm the moon guy. Not the one who did the healing. The one who got ice-blasted." Not the best descriptor, but good enough for the moment. "You alright there, Rainbow-Brite?"

His normally bright hues had a dull to them as he heard the remark. "Just a lot to take in." For some reason, he felt a weird calmness around the other. Something that drew him in, but he didn't want to let him in fully. After having seen what happened out there, he wasn't sure how to behave, how to feel.

The bulked up man sighed heavily and raised a hand motion for him to go up the stairs. "As long as you aren't going to ask me a million times if I'm okay, please, do come in." Moving around his new comrade, Dallas ached a bit as he moved up the stairs and to the door. "You comin?"

"That didn't sound very convincing." Though it was what passed from Davon's lips, he didn't take it any further than that. He didn't want to necessarily press the guy's nerves but it was only because Davon himself was in his own pit of despair that others helped him out of; he wanted to do the same. He had to approach this with some caution.

"Well, I realized I've never been inside your cabin. Mind if I pop in for a little bit? I won't be in your hair very long, I promise. I've got to head home and get rest for myself too."

Location: The pathway back to the Iris Cabin @abrakabullshlt Those bright hues had flickered around him as he walked. All of those poor civilians laid all over. What was the point of this? They were to protect the camp, protect all of those inside, and yet, those efforts seemed to be in vain. Maybe, because this was his first real fight here, he felt like he'd failed. One of his large hands gripped tightly around the handle of his great axe as he just stopped moving.

The man's hulking body felt uncomfortable as he gritted his teeth to stop any real noise from coming out. He'd taken more damage than he ever anticipated. Having gone down not once, but twice, he was feeling the after effects of it all.

Being in this kind of scene, it had rocked him to his core. He'd had heard someone in the woods around him. "Fuck me." He grunted out as he began looking around. "Who's there?" He grunted out as he began to lift his axe. He wasn't in any shape to fight, but he had hoped that he could fend whoever it was off.

The blonde fighter stopped as he heard the other calling out from him. Something was different in him. Almost like the battle had taken more than he anticipated. To be in this world, he knew the risks. He'd calculated most of the risks, but he was still out of it. Hell, could have been from almost dying twice.

Sounds of screams and cries plagued his brain. He didn't realize the casualties that would come from their battles. All those innocent people. Shaking his head, he stumbled for a moment. "What?" Gruff voice coughed out as he heard the footsteps rounding him before his eyes set on Davon. "Yeah, sure we will." Dallas looked defeated, battle torn as he just stared. His cabin was just a few feet from him, and he was just done.

"Did you need something?"

Location: Iris Cabin Tag: @charmingdallas

"Hey," Davon called for the Son of Iris. Right after the other demigod and left the infirmary, there was a vibe; something told Davon to do a follow up check-up with the guy. Especially when spirits were low and they were having to bury some of those who they'd come to call neighbors.

"I'm not going to ask if you're alright. None of us really are." he says walking around to stand in front of Dallas. "I do want you to know...we'll get through this. "

Sometimes his inquisitive nature wasn't needed. Sometimes people needed him to ask less questions and just exist in that moment. It was hard for him to do that. Walls upon walls had been built around the giant of a man. It was hard to let them down, but he knew when someone needed him. He'd only been here a short while, but he found himself wanting to be there for Ale. The two may have met under supremely different circumstances, and that was okay. This time though he just needed someone to be there. Dallas was happy to be that for him.

"We don't have to talk." A low, whispered bout of words as he felt the other's head rest upon his chest. It was hard to allow himself to be vulnerable, but in this case, he had to move past his own shortcomings.

Large arms wrapped around his friend, holding him close. "Yes, I can do that." The blonde took a deep breath as he held onto him. For only being a short while, he found himself wanting to protect others. Keep them safe from the world outside and whatever brewed inward. "You're safe here." He muttered out as he sighed contently.

what was going on - that was such a loaded question that he was never going to be able to answer ever. looking away in that moment, he just held the others hand. dallas having been here for such a short amount of time and yet he was nearly begging for the bigger man to just be around him. it worried him how easy it was to just let almost anyone at camp sneak into his life and take a part of him with them. it fucking scared him, and yet - there was comfort knowing that he was actually letting himself be taken care of, after never having anyone in his life.

"i don't want to talk about it... if that is okay. i just kind of want to .." slowly moving in and resting his head against the others chest, he warped his arms around the bigger male and closed his eyes. for someone that was tough out in battle, for someone that has had his whole life been ruined and torn apart - he's just a man that craves to be safe, truly safe for once. "can you just hold me?"

To give into ones own desires was nothing more than a night of lustful fun. Something Dallas could easily get accustomed to here. The pleasure, the release, it was all a way to stop thinking about the world around them. Sometimes all anyone needed was a night of pure pleasure.

Hand wrapped around that throat, sweat dripped down his perfectly sculpted physique. Eyes filled with hunger as that back arched almost too deliciously in front of him. "Fuck.." He grizzly coughed word flew out as he listened to those pathetic, sweet whines from the godling below. His thrusts kept on. Power, desire, pleasure. All of it consuming him His beefy chest bounced a bit harsher as he sped up, his grip remaining tight.

His long thickness throbbed with every clench around it. His body feeling the fire of lust as he listened to the whines. Those juicy, plump globes smacking against his lap as he drove into him. "Good boy." He snarled out as he grunted. "As you wish."

sex is easy. a means to an end, a way to feel pleasure. it was an emotion denied to him until he decided to seek it out. it's a feeling he can't get enough of, which can be dangerous.

danger can be fun sometimes.

with the hand around his throat, back arched like a pulled bow, he groans as the goliath of a man pounds into him. his fingers clench into the sheets and he pants—no, whines—out pleasured groans each time he thrusts forward, rocketing his body forward before he rolls to move back, aching for dallas' thick cock to carve him out even more.

"fuck, fuck, fuck." romeo grunts out each time powerful hips snap forward, each time dallas drives himself in deeper. he clenches around him, rocking his hips in slow, staccato motions with each jut of his hips. "close, keep going, please."

"Pretty sure that's probably true." Another soft chuckle left him as he swirled the glass around in his meaty hand. Most parties he'd ever attended saved the sinfully sweet things for more private areas, but not this group. They were all out and open about their escapades. Maybe that would be something he'd get to eventually, but he preferred his time with others to be more private, so to speak.

Raising the glass to drink, he smirked listening to the other man. It was nice having someone around his age to converse with. "That sounds like a good plan, so you'll be keeping with me over here?" A question mixed with an invite to keep him company. "I respect that. Typically, I'm the same." Dallas wasn't one to shy away from his sexual nature, but he was also someone who held a stoic, more brutish nature to him. No one would see him doing anything he didn't feel right.

"It's been alright, still gaining my legs here." It was nice the way everyone always asked how it was going. Almost like there was a comradery. That was something he wanted. Friendship, bonds. Something that made this place seem more...real. "How long have you been here?" The blonde asked as he leaned against the wall.

"y'think  not?  thought  that  there  was  uh,  the  more  the  merrier  or  ...whatever."  fuck  if  he  knew  how  orgies  worked  or  when  they'd  reached  the  limit  of  participants.  was  there  a  limit?  ....why  was  he  even  wondering?  he  already  knew  he'd  never  be  part  of  one.  least  of  all  in  camp  -  away  from  prying  eyes?  ....no  maybe.

  "me?"  he  huffed  out  a  little  breath  that  sounded  almost  like  a  chuckle,  "no,  nah.  i'm  not  ..  no.  i'm  just  gonna  stay  over  here  an'  chat  or  somethin'."  he  wasn't  sure  if  his  little  adventure  with  remy  the  night  prior  had  already  made  rounds,  but  he  really  didn't  need  to  add  to  that.  "uh,  i'm  more  of  a  ....one  on  one...  kinda  guy,  i  guess."  yes,  he  was  old-fashioned  &  a  prude  maybe  a  little  reserved.  part  of  him  wanted  to  prove  he...  wasn't,  but  who  was  he  trying  to  lie  to?  yeah,  no  orgies  for  silas,  though  he'd  also  like  to  avoid  any  more  one  on  ones  in  public.

"how's  camp  been  for  ya?  been  a  few  days."  he  had  to  get  better  at  checking  in  on  people,  especially  those  whom  he  ..liked. 

No words came from the hulking man as he laid there looking up at Rio. His typically tanned face was flushed a bit of a redish pink as he listened to the words. No one had ever called him a good boy. Usually, he was the one calling his conquests that. "Yes." The only word that spit from those swollen lips as his hands were moved to his own chest.

Doing as instructed, he pushed his round, plump pecs together for the boy's sinful desire. "What are you-" He lifted his head just a bit. Sweaty, blonde hair falling onto his forehead as he watched that impressive length moving along his chest. No man had been brave enough to use him in this manner. Sure, everyone wanted to fondle his chest, but nothing like this. Slowly, he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, tasting the tip of younger man's cock.

Rio watched as the mountain of a man beneath him tried to catch his breath. There was the thrill of giving him something he wasn't used to. "you really are a good boy aren't you" As much as he wanted to use the throat till he was spilling cum he wanted to see how far he could take this. He grabbed one of the man's hands and moved it to his chest. "Hold them together," he told him as he started to roll his cock his length moving along the length of his pecs. He looked down watching him as he used in a way he assumed was rare to him. "Stick your tongue out and lick the tip."

It was cute the way the smaller guy's eyes stayed locked onto his chest. Almost like he was under their spell. As he their eyes met, he laughed softly and shrugged. "Eh, why not." Reaching one of his large hands out, he wrapped it around the boy's arm. "It's okay, you aren't the first to ask that tonight, but I'll be nice and let you." Dallas had a couple of drinks, and he was feeling the energy in the cabin.

"Well thank you, you're pretty good lookin' yourself." The older godling admitted as he listened to the boy yammer on. "Ex-college athlete with a love for hitting the gym, so sort of right?" It was cute how Winter tried to figure him out. "Winter, just take a breath."

               winter chuckled. eyes were still on the man's chest, and when he bounced them he smiled. his brown hues glanced up at the demigod, and he nods. " yes, actually. is it okay if i–– touch them? " he grins. " or is that too much. that was probably too much. i'm sorry, i'm tipsy, i sometimes can get bold when i'm like this, so–– just blame it on the booze, " he states as he puts the glass down and he gives his full attention to the other.

" listen, you have an amazing body. like good for you. you must have been like like body builder, personal trainer, or maybe someone in the army. tell me i'm close, " they added. winter felt like he was good at figuring out what other people did before accepting the song. was he correct about the man before him.