*Atlas' POV*
I laid with Heiro in the garden of his villa as he picked flowers and wove them into a small crown. When he was through, he placed it upon his head and then grimaced, instead placing it on mine. "It suits you more," he said with a whimsical grin.
"You'd suit me better," I said as I leaned in and placed a kiss to his throat, then another.
"Atlas," he breathed my name like a prayer.
I shifted so that I was above him, pinning him to the ground. Deimos sat on a bench near us and I could hear his eye roll from where I laid with Heiro.
"Ypérochos," I whispered as I nibbled Heiro's ear, calling him beautiful.
He was on me like a sickness before I knew what to do with him. His kisses were feral and eager and I responded in kind, so ready for some sort of release of all of this
