As the tables turned, meaning that Euterpe was now the one who got to experience the mind-numbing pleasure that she had just given Timaeus a moment ago; the Baron was more than a little proud at the way he was making Euterpe squirm. That was made more than clear when she directly told him to move along with the show, Timaeus didn’t pick up the pace or otherwise get with the program. Instead, he just continued what he was doing for a brief moment, making it clear that he was purposely teasing to the edge of oblivion and back.

The faintest smirk danced at the corner of his lips as he momentarily pulled back from the priestess’s altar. He couldn’t really go that far as Euterpe’s fingers were tangled all sorts of ways in his dark curls, but as he rested his head momentarily against her thigh, letting a cool rush of air replace the heat he had been providing her… he knew that these few inches would be just as unbearable as if he had moved across the room. There was a playful glint in his eyes as he glanced up at the girl who represented Aphrodite here in the mortal realm. Words failed him for a brief moment as his lungs decided that the need to catch his breath was far more important than keeping up this teasing game that he was playing with her.

There was no mistaking it, Timaeus was purposefully pushing Euterpe to the edge. He wanted her quivering above him in anticipation, her mind going crazy as she hoped that the next flick of her tongue would finally be where she wanted it to be. The Baron wanted to feel her clutch onto his head, trying to pin him into place when she finally neared that glorious moment where she came undone. However, it was not likely that Tim was going to give her much of a chance to experience that with him on his knees and her hovering above him like this. At least, not if Timaeus could keep his wits about him as they kept switching who would lead the pace of their tryst. After all, this was far from the first time that the Baron had found himself in this position and Euterpe was all too aware of what his goal was at this moment. This was all foreplay to Timaeus. He wanted to drag Euterpe to that edge, but only push her past it when he was buried deep inside her.

It might have not been something that they had ever directly discussed, but Timaeus always pushed for this sort of thing to happen that there was no way that she didn’t know. Were they always successful in this? No. Definitely not. There had been countless times when one of them got a little too eager or when the time it took to get them both back onto the bed took too long, allowing that tight coil to unwind. It was basically an occupational hazard and Timaeus was not the sort to get grumpy if he couldn’t get what he wanted -- not when he knew that Euterpe had so much more to offer. However, he did have a clear preference for things wrapping up that way. He just couldn’t help it. After all, it wasn’t his fault that the lover who had taught him the joys of that pearl between a woman’s legs had decided to keep Tim in her when she crossed that finish line. Nia had introduced him to something amazing and he wasn’t just going to disregard that because it took a bit of work to get that point. The elbow grease made it fun, after all.

So, Euterpe could be as jokingly upset as she liked. Timaeus did have every intention of making her beg. If he had his way, her pleads would be loud enough that Aphrodite herself would be able to hear them from the top of Mount Olympus. That was the only way to properly worship the goddess, right?

“Yes -- but a certain goddess taught me that maybe my mother didn’t know what she was talking about.” He murmured, that boyish smirk still plastered across his face as he made his counter-argument. Even though he would have preferred to stay still until those beautiful words came tumbling from her lips, Tim was not going to be patient enough to wait for Euterpe to come around on that matter. At least not when every moment that he was not directly focused on pleasing her, making sure that Euterpe was getting just as much joy out of this as he was, she was beginning to creep back into his thoughts. He did not want to be thinking about another girl at this moment, no matter how badly he sought the advice that he knew that Euterpe would be able to give him. Timaeus knew that it would likely be an affront to the goddess they were here to celebrate by not devoting his whole and utter attention onto her servant before him. He knew this to be true and the Baron might be more inclined to personally follow the likes of Ares, Athena, and Zeus -- Aphrodite was not a goddess he wanted to offend. After all, if the current stirrings leading his heart was any indication, she was a powerful force that could easily bring any man to his knees. The goddess was someone he needed to have in his good graces if he even stood a sliver of a chance of winning Nana back.

That was why he dove right back in, but this time, he allowed his tongue to swipe over that precious little bundle of nerves. It was only the occasional flick, nothing that could do much more for Euterpe than elicit a squeal or two from her -- if she was the vocal type -- but he was offering more than before which was a good start. Timaeus could feel his lover’s hips bucking with every motion of his tongue and his hands reached upwards to try to keep her still. Not that it was very successful. After all, not even a soldier could keep a filly still in a moment like this. However, Tim did try to use his hand’s new position as a way to try to elicit shivers out of her by absent-mindedly drawing little shapes with his fingers as they danced across her skin. His goal was to raise goosebumps -- but where Tim was pretty good at handling what rested between her folds, guarding her entrance… it was safe to say that he lacked in other forms of making a woman’s blood run hot. He might have been doing a good job or he could be doing a terrible one. Timaeus wouldn’t know. Yet, he still went ahead and did it because he thought that’s what Euterpe would like.

That’s what this was all about anyway, making sure that this was what Euterpe wanted. He didn’t care about the fact that the coil deep within him was quickly unwinding. Not when he knew that either way he was likely to get that release. He wanted to get Euterpe there too and that was solely his priority. If what he was doing was something that she didn’t like or he was missing some key component that she enjoyed then all she had to do was guide Timaeus in the right direction. After all, he was an excellent pupil in this subject and more than eager to learn so he might be able to take this precious knowledge elsewhere and to others. That’s what he had been doing for the past eight years at least, but would there still be any point to that when the girl that Timaeus truly wanted, the one that he couldn’t stop thinking about unless he forcibly cleared his mind, was the one woman that had made it absolutely clear that she was not interested in exploring that shared spark between them? Timaeus had never before experienced rejection like the one that Nana had laid down upon him. What if it was some sort of curse from Aphrodite that he would never be able to push the Leventi girl from his mind again?

His tongue moved faster in an effort to refocus on Euterpe. He couldn’t let himself think of such things. Not when he had another lover baring herself to him in a way that Nana made clear that she never would as she had walked away from that beach intending to treat him as if he did not exist -- just for committing the clearly atrocious crime of not knowing that she was mistaken about his identity. Euterpe was not Nana. In many ways, Euterpe was better than Nana as she was not going to judge him for things that were outside of his control. Not that there was much that fell under the umbrella while the two of them were inside this room and the two of them could dictate whatever tune they danced to and when the tempo changed, they just rolled with it instead of freaking out like Nana did.

Though maybe Euterpe was going to change that as Timaeus decided that maybe it was time to flip the script somewhat as his all but abandoned his teasing as his blood began to grow hot with his own frustrations. He had sworn to himself that he would not think of Nana until it came time for Euterpe to speak on behalf of her goddess. Yet, she was managing to worm her way in and making this usually joyous experience for Timaeus one that was now riddled with guilt and anger over the injustice of it all. Even though Timaeus desperately wanted her back because he thought that the butterflies in his stomach were going to choke him if she wasn’t in his life -- he did not want to think of her now. The mere fact that Timaeus was losing this mental war was causing him to grow more angry, leading to a certain sloppiness that would likely tip Euterpe over the edge if he didn’t come to his senses soon. Though what on earth could the priestess do if the trouble plaguing Timaeus’s heart was the work of her own goddess? Though was there really any point in attempting to sort this out while their blood ran hot like this?

Whatever the answer was -- if Euterpe didn’t do something to push Tim out of these thoughts soon, it was more than likely that he was not going to get to be properly inside of her before she found her finish…