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— causes only the briefest pause, long enough only for a soft murmur of breathless devotion; '𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪—' and then lips collide once again. Warmth and happiness infused every fibre of the prince as they kissed. To know Apollo's love was quite simply perfect bliss.

— moments hesitation, however. So strong is his love, and so unwavering his certainty of Apollo's love in turn. Desire and devotion meet in equal measure as Hyacinthus claims the kiss he so desperately wanted. A sharp intake of breath sparked by incomprehensible perfection —

His heart leaps the way it always does when he is granted such beloved liberties. No matter how many times he has kissed lights perfect lips, the thrill never diminishes, the rush of elation that sends his heart racing in a wild dance every single time. There is not even a —

— with all that he was, and he did not doubt how loved he was in return. But the respect with which he viewed his lover still demanded he never assume. "I love to see you run—you shine so brightly, my beautiful beloved."

— dark eyes fixed on the beautiful features of his beloved. "I take it then—" he asked, slightly breathlessly from the effort he had devoted to the impossible task of catching light "—that I may kiss you now?" It was still a question, still asking permission. He loved Apollo —

— lover and the ridiculous thought of anything making the elegant deity stumble pulled another delighted laugh from the mortals lips. Momentum carried Hyacinthus past the pillar, lifting the beautiful being as he did, spinning them both around once with ease of his own —

Swift steps and Apollo's good grace had kept him relatively close behind, so when the god halted, falling back against the pillar, it was not long until the prince's arms wrapped around his waist to pull him close. The thrill of joy at finally being allowed to capture his —

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— when his divine lover finally did allow himself to be captured and kissed once more. And with that in mind, no matter the impossibility of catching Apollo until he wanted to be caught, Hyacinthus still threw his everything into the endeavour.

—how near you allow me to come to success before you spirit it away~" Still his smile beamed, strong heart racing from the effort as his legs carried him at a quick sprint past elegant columns. The more Apollo teased, the more they played the more delightful it would be —

"You taunt me, beloved!" The happy cry followed another failed attempt, fingers missing golden skin by a breath. The closer he came to catching Apollo the more he put into the task, the more effort he made. "You tease with your words—for you know I try! And worse with —

— lighthearted fun of chasing after his lover in an attempt to catch the golden beauty up in the circle of his arms. Each time his attempts are thwarted, he tries once more always with the same happy laughter. Always finding joy in life.

— He loves to run, at the peak of health, with the tenacity of youth merged perfectly into the strength of adulthood he is fleet of foot. No match for a god, certainly, but Hyacinthus has never once balked in the face of effort. And what could be sweeter than the joyful —

Despite the fact that he was expecting precisely this—the swift movement still brings a laugh bubbling from his lips. He isn't at all abashed by the tease isn't at all perturbed by the increased soace between them and instead does exactly as Apollo encouraged—be faster! —

— seeking to cradle his beautiful features. The anticipation caused a sunny laugh to spill from his lips, bubbling with sheer happiness. Would he remain? Would he flee? The mortal was giddy with joy.

— he wished to remain out of reach then of course he would do so! But was half the fun! That was the reason Hyacinthus heart brimmed with joy when the beautiful deity did allow himself to be caught. And so Hyacinthus turned reaching his hands out towards his lovers face, —

Sunny humour continues to light up the prince's features. He would never be the victory in any challenge that his beloved issued to him, but that didn't not mean for a moment that he would refrain from playing along. Brilliant Apollo was light himself and just as swift, if —

— pleased Apollo. It didn't matter that he was the gods beloved, it didn't matter that he already felt secure in his attachment and attraction. When the chance arose to win his beloveds approval over again, of course he would give the task his all, and delight in any success.

— a single thing more that the young prince could have wished for. The love that he had found in Apollo's arms was everything to him. "May I kiss you, then?" Hisnarms looped around his lovers neck smile and tone still light and playful. Full of pleasure that his efforts had —