You can’t love me, Apollo says with a sharp grin and peaked teeth.
I won’t, Icarus answers and kisses Apollo’s knuckles one by one.
You have to promise, Apollo says and runs his hands over Icarus’ bare shoulders.
I do, Icarus promises and throws his head back when long fingers coil around his throat.
You have to swear, Apollo whispers and bites down on the sensible flesh of Icarus’ cheekbones.
Whatever you want, Icarus swears and closes his eyes against the blazing fire of flesh on flesh.
You get greedy, Apollo snarls after a while and pushes the boy away.
Please don’t go, Icarus thinks when the waves kiss his back and break his bones.
it was his last thought before he fell | r.m