He's giving too much of himself away with every motion, knows that this is too familiar, too sweet for some random fuck out in the flowers somewhere, but while he always puts himself back together again, his strength has always been in his resilience, not in his imperviousness, and there's just... nothing left at the moment to be able to care much about what Thanatos even thinks is happening here, beyond that it's enjoyable.

He cries out softly with every slow, dragging thrust and he's not really going this slow to tease either one of them (though it might) but just to savor, letting the sensations pull him under. He follows the pull of Thanatos's hands down into the kiss, moans his pleasure into his mouth. The sun is warm against his back and he wants the release suddenly as much as he wants to keep going, wishes it were possible to shudder through it and just keep going. There's the crazed thought that if there's a manipulation of dynamis happening that maybe it would be possible... but he holds himself back from it anyway, doesn't want to risk ending this before it's even really started.