When Zeus got down and licked it, it was a thing alive, pushing out toward his tongue, then sucking it in and then snaring it and sucking on it. The lips of the hole and the ring of muscle were active and responsive, accepting Zeus’s tongue and then clinging to it with constant spasms.
“Divine Master, you make your humble servant feel so much pleasure when you lick and eat his moist hole! Oh, sooooohhh much pleasure, so much pleasure you make me come!”
With that the Wine God’s cock, untouched, erupted a geyser of milky cum all over his rounded black belly. His asshole yawned wider as he released his load, which allowed Zeus to plunder it farther with his probing tongue.
While spurting that gooey load, Dionysus heaved upward to roll onto his shoulders, displaying his dark ass crack and pouting hole. Grinning almost mischievously, he reached for a golden cup on a marble table beside the couch and then upended it over his parted asscrack. He poured a liberal amount of mead into the gaping orifice of his dark hole, much of it gurgling inward while some of it spilled over to coat his tremendous ass.
Zeus wasted no time in diving back in to continue his feast. He supped eagerly at the yawning hole, slurping up the honey wine that tasted of wild hyacinth and other exotic herbs.
Dionysus also smelled amazing. Sweat, copiously flowing from his massive flesh and deep crevices of his body was all male, and rather than divine, it was all too earthly, like the natural smell the freshly plowed fields and river mud below them.
He supped on that hole feast for some time before Dionysus heaved his body into another exciting position. The huge bulk of him rolled over onto his belly and onto his knees, with hips thrust upwards from the purple cushions. His tremendous ass was displayed in all its glory as the God writhed in lascivious circles, his knees wide apart, and his pouting dark hole exposed for Zeus’s eyes alone.