Hermes turned red. "No way you're not doing that on purpose."
Aphrodite turned to him, not saying anything. Not showing anything on his face. But his thoughts…
[Doing what on purpose? I really did not mean for you to know these suggestive thoughts… Still, it seemed that it roused you.]
His hands travelled down to Hermes' crotch. Then, he immediately removed his hand as soon as he touched it.
[Shit, is it really that big? It's like an accordion that gets stretched out so wide when turned on!]
Hermes did not expect his grower to be described as an accordion. But there's truly no match when it comes to Aphrodite and his purple prose.
Aphrodite bit his lip. "D-Don't read my thoughts right now…"
But it was too late. Hermes was already watching the sizzling bubbles as they rose above Aphrodite's head. It was like watching the surface of boiling water with how fast they appear, and how strong.
