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[Well! He doesn't need to be praised like a student, he'll thank her to know, but he keeps his comments to himself in favor of pulling a carefully written list from one pocket.]
Seeds and cuttings of a particular variety of eastern rhea plant...and stone samples from several locations, for the purpose of comparing aetheric densities and mineral composition.
[One corner of his mouth turns up slyly.]
I don't usually have reasons in my orders, just plans for preservation and transportation. Someone must have known you were coming. And, if there's anything else I find that I deem worth study, I'm always welcome to bring it along.
[Gleaners are experts in properly moving samples and specimens from all across the realm to Sharlayan. Erenville seems to remember who his present company is and he raises his eyebrows.]
Within reason.
Seeds and cuttings of a particular variety of eastern rhea plant...and stone samples from several locations, for the purpose of comparing aetheric densities and mineral composition.
[One corner of his mouth turns up slyly.]
I don't usually have reasons in my orders, just plans for preservation and transportation. Someone must have known you were coming. And, if there's anything else I find that I deem worth study, I'm always welcome to bring it along.
[Gleaners are experts in properly moving samples and specimens from all across the realm to Sharlayan. Erenville seems to remember who his present company is and he raises his eyebrows.]
Within reason.
[Well, hardly the sort of demands he would expect Hythlodaeus to make at this hour despite the fact that they've not yet had breakfast, but one he is quite glad to be able to meet. That sour look of his is hardly lost on Hades; it doesn't last, but he knows full well what it means, remembers how very resistant Hythlodaeus often is to having his own needs taken into consideration.
Fortunately for the both of them, what they each want in this particular instance is more.
He groans his approval, rolling his own hips to match Hythlodaeus' own movements, keeping them both held firm in his grasp, each stroke steady, attentive, a way to further the build of heat and friction and stem the tide until they allow themselves that more they both crave. Indeed, it would be a simple enough task to finish this way, but he longs for something greater, a sense of joining and completion after countless lifetimes apart.
They have not regained everything they have lost, but that they have each other once more is enough. It is more than enough. A gift he had neither expected, nor does he believe himself to deserve, but he will not waste it. It is simply not in his nature.
He watches his partner intently, his aurum gaze now heavy with lust, pupils blown, and as requested, he does not look away— he drinks in every movement of Hytholdaeus' lithe form, every twitch and subtle shift of his expression, and feels something thick at the back of his throat as he feels the heat of desire bolt through his own belly at what this promises.]
Well, how can I not when you're so intent on putting on a show?
[Peacock.]
Fortunately for the both of them, what they each want in this particular instance is more.
He groans his approval, rolling his own hips to match Hythlodaeus' own movements, keeping them both held firm in his grasp, each stroke steady, attentive, a way to further the build of heat and friction and stem the tide until they allow themselves that more they both crave. Indeed, it would be a simple enough task to finish this way, but he longs for something greater, a sense of joining and completion after countless lifetimes apart.
They have not regained everything they have lost, but that they have each other once more is enough. It is more than enough. A gift he had neither expected, nor does he believe himself to deserve, but he will not waste it. It is simply not in his nature.
He watches his partner intently, his aurum gaze now heavy with lust, pupils blown, and as requested, he does not look away— he drinks in every movement of Hytholdaeus' lithe form, every twitch and subtle shift of his expression, and feels something thick at the back of his throat as he feels the heat of desire bolt through his own belly at what this promises.]
Well, how can I not when you're so intent on putting on a show?
[Peacock.]
[She shifts to allow him to do what he will, his touch trailing down her body along curves and dips so gently that it softens the desperate edges of need, however slightly. His touch is careful and well-practiced; the moment it meets the heat of her core she feels as though all of her breath has been drawn out at once, swift and sudden, and she lets out a low and brazen moan against the slope of his jaw, a drawn and primal sound that he earns almost effortlessly.]
Don't stop...
[A wave of pleasure rolls through her, almost violently so; his touch is gentle and encouraging, soft against the slick of desperate need, the roll of his fingertips against her clit drawing forth a sharp gasp of air. Her eyelids slam shut, the strokes of his cock now becoming erratic as she loses herself in intense pleasure— has anyone ever taken the time to touch her in such a way? She honestly can't remember; if they had, it certainly had not been like this, the concentrated effort of one who knew full well what his touch was capable of. She feels the muscles of her abdomen twitch and tighten, moreso when his fingers lightly tug at her hair to draw her attention upwards, and when he meets her gaze, he'll find her wide-eyed and half gone, breath coming faster as she grinds her hips to move against his touch, to wordlessly beg him for more as she swallows deafly.
She could come exactly like this, and it would be far too soon, but it already feels a near thing.]
Hythlodaeus.
[A mouthful to moan, but how can she help but give credit where it's due?]
Don't stop...
[A wave of pleasure rolls through her, almost violently so; his touch is gentle and encouraging, soft against the slick of desperate need, the roll of his fingertips against her clit drawing forth a sharp gasp of air. Her eyelids slam shut, the strokes of his cock now becoming erratic as she loses herself in intense pleasure— has anyone ever taken the time to touch her in such a way? She honestly can't remember; if they had, it certainly had not been like this, the concentrated effort of one who knew full well what his touch was capable of. She feels the muscles of her abdomen twitch and tighten, moreso when his fingers lightly tug at her hair to draw her attention upwards, and when he meets her gaze, he'll find her wide-eyed and half gone, breath coming faster as she grinds her hips to move against his touch, to wordlessly beg him for more as she swallows deafly.
She could come exactly like this, and it would be far too soon, but it already feels a near thing.]
Hythlodaeus.
[A mouthful to moan, but how can she help but give credit where it's due?]
[ it takes only a handful of seconds before hythlodaeus is flushed and needy - it's quite easy to know how to touch oneself, after all, far easier than learning how to touch another. he knows what he likes, he knows what feels good, how to curl his fingers just so, how to prepare himself. ]
Well you did ask me what I wanted..
[ he says through rasping breaths, his heartbeat kicking into his throat, his entire body tightening around his bones. he groans, sliding his slick fingers deeper still with a sharp gasp. hades certainly can't have it both ways, when he explicitly asked hythlodaeus to take his pleasures into his own hands! though maybe he didn't expect it to be quite so literal. still, there is little enough that hythlodaeus loves more than pleasing hades, than being seen by him, receiving his attentions, and feeling worthy of it.
regardless, he wants more. he speaks through stilted breaths. ]
And now.. I want you to fuck me blind.
Well you did ask me what I wanted..
[ he says through rasping breaths, his heartbeat kicking into his throat, his entire body tightening around his bones. he groans, sliding his slick fingers deeper still with a sharp gasp. hades certainly can't have it both ways, when he explicitly asked hythlodaeus to take his pleasures into his own hands! though maybe he didn't expect it to be quite so literal. still, there is little enough that hythlodaeus loves more than pleasing hades, than being seen by him, receiving his attentions, and feeling worthy of it.
regardless, he wants more. he speaks through stilted breaths. ]
And now.. I want you to fuck me blind.
[ This is new news to him. But then again, he suspected she and Venat had done their own investigating after he and Emet-Selch had left. ]
Hermes? Really?
[ One eyebrow arches upwards in surprise. And a little confusion. Hermes really didn't seem the sort to be at the center of some great disaster. Getting stuck in a tree? Yes. Starting some new school of thought along the lines of "save the animals"? Likely. Causing the destruction their star? That seemed a little far-stretched even for his imagination. ]
What makes you think he has something to do with it?
Hermes? Really?
[ One eyebrow arches upwards in surprise. And a little confusion. Hermes really didn't seem the sort to be at the center of some great disaster. Getting stuck in a tree? Yes. Starting some new school of thought along the lines of "save the animals"? Likely. Causing the destruction their star? That seemed a little far-stretched even for his imagination. ]
What makes you think he has something to do with it?
Ahh, I do so love an excuse to make a scene. Pity.
[ He takes a moment to sigh mournfully, shaking his head, before pushing towards the man now standing in their entry. His lips are quirked just slightly as he comes to a stop before him. Almost touching, but not quite yet. He doesn't miss the subtle hints of tension creeping away from Emet-Selch's form now that he's home again, and was that a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips? Victory! ]
But probably not an appropriate time, you're right. Are you hungry at all? Or I can run a bath...?
[ He takes a moment to sigh mournfully, shaking his head, before pushing towards the man now standing in their entry. His lips are quirked just slightly as he comes to a stop before him. Almost touching, but not quite yet. He doesn't miss the subtle hints of tension creeping away from Emet-Selch's form now that he's home again, and was that a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips? Victory! ]
But probably not an appropriate time, you're right. Are you hungry at all? Or I can run a bath...?
[ she reacts just as he hopes she would, just as he wanted her too, with beautiful, breathless noises and the roll of her hips down into his touch. it's been many, many long years since last he touched a woman like this, but it seems he has not forgotten how. it's muscle memory. especially with her.
but gods, he still wants more, he wants to give her everything, everything he can, everything he has, especially when she says his name so sweetly, riding on a shivering breath. ]
I want you..
[ he murmurs and, slipping his hand regrettably from her smallclothes, hythlodaeus uses both hands to grasp her hips and, with surprising strength, flip her over onto her back until he is over her. without hesitation he is dipping in again for a hot, needy kiss, his tongue curling into her mouth beside a low, wanting groan, but it lasts only moments before his mouth is moving down her throat, over the soft slope of her collar, down her breasts and stomach.. ]
but gods, he still wants more, he wants to give her everything, everything he can, everything he has, especially when she says his name so sweetly, riding on a shivering breath. ]
I want you..
[ he murmurs and, slipping his hand regrettably from her smallclothes, hythlodaeus uses both hands to grasp her hips and, with surprising strength, flip her over onto her back until he is over her. without hesitation he is dipping in again for a hot, needy kiss, his tongue curling into her mouth beside a low, wanting groan, but it lasts only moments before his mouth is moving down her throat, over the soft slope of her collar, down her breasts and stomach.. ]
I’m familiar with a number of areas here where rhea grows wild— I’m certain we’ll be able to find the right variety in no time.
[The rocks, as well, seem simple enough, though mining has never interested her as much as botany, personally. The result, she’s sure, of growing up in a Gridanian apothecary.
She smiles at him in turn, quickly averting her gaze and fixing it on the road ahead.]
Within reason. Honestly, I have no idea what you could be implying.
[... she does tend to pick up strays, here and there, and there are all sorts of interesting creatures out on the Steppe.]
On that note, have you ever seen a purbol seedling before?
[Just curious!]
[The rocks, as well, seem simple enough, though mining has never interested her as much as botany, personally. The result, she’s sure, of growing up in a Gridanian apothecary.
She smiles at him in turn, quickly averting her gaze and fixing it on the road ahead.]
Within reason. Honestly, I have no idea what you could be implying.
[... she does tend to pick up strays, here and there, and there are all sorts of interesting creatures out on the Steppe.]
On that note, have you ever seen a purbol seedling before?
[Just curious!]
In fairness, I don't believe whatever role he plays to be intentional.
[Though it's hard to say anything more than that. What evidence do they truly have? Intuition isn't enough, but...]
There was a reason that I was asked to come here, to this place, at this point in time.
[She pauses, shaking her head.]
I'm sorry. I don't quite know enough to be able to explain it, but I believe his work to be linked to the cause.
[Though it's hard to say anything more than that. What evidence do they truly have? Intuition isn't enough, but...]
There was a reason that I was asked to come here, to this place, at this point in time.
[She pauses, shaking her head.]
I'm sorry. I don't quite know enough to be able to explain it, but I believe his work to be linked to the cause.
[Gods, he is far too good at that— she swallows down what can only be described as a whimper as his touch pushes her higher, the movement of her hips now all but involuntary.]
I want you, too—
[The shift is sudden; she makes a small noise of protest at the pause in his attentions, but it's quickly apparent that he has something else in mind. She exhales slowly, surging into that needful kiss with just as much demand, spurred on by his grasp on her hips, eagerly parting his lips with her tongue to taste him once more.
It's beginning to feel as though she can't get enough of him, drunk on his attention, on his touch, and she sprawls on her back as he begins to kiss his way downwards, his lips moving down the fine column of her throat, and it isn't until he makes his way past her breasts and to her stomach that she realizes exactly what his intention is.
Oh. Her stomach tightens with anticipation, her heart lodging itself in her throat, and suddenly she feels trapped in what's left of her clothing. Pulse thundering in her veins, she reaches downwards to push her waistband down over her hips, eager to free herself, tangling one hand in his hair to steady herself when she realizes her fingers are near trembling.]
Are you...
[Are you sure? But gods, don't let him change his mind— she aches for him, every inch of her skin too hot and pulled too tight.]
I want you, too—
[The shift is sudden; she makes a small noise of protest at the pause in his attentions, but it's quickly apparent that he has something else in mind. She exhales slowly, surging into that needful kiss with just as much demand, spurred on by his grasp on her hips, eagerly parting his lips with her tongue to taste him once more.
It's beginning to feel as though she can't get enough of him, drunk on his attention, on his touch, and she sprawls on her back as he begins to kiss his way downwards, his lips moving down the fine column of her throat, and it isn't until he makes his way past her breasts and to her stomach that she realizes exactly what his intention is.
Oh. Her stomach tightens with anticipation, her heart lodging itself in her throat, and suddenly she feels trapped in what's left of her clothing. Pulse thundering in her veins, she reaches downwards to push her waistband down over her hips, eager to free herself, tangling one hand in his hair to steady herself when she realizes her fingers are near trembling.]
Are you...
[Are you sure? But gods, don't let him change his mind— she aches for him, every inch of her skin too hot and pulled too tight.]
[He runs one hand smoothly down the length of Hythlodaeus' leg from his hip before shifting his angle and letting his touch trail up the inside of his thigh, towards his groin, and he proceeds to prop himself once more, his strokes slowing to a stop only so that he can take hold of both his hips and give him a sharp tug forward, forcing him into his lap as he shifts beneath him.]
That is a request I will gladly oblige.
[Not that he had asked, but it was a near enough thing— and even at this hour, he can feel his own patience beginning to wane. Seeing Hythlodaeus in such a state had made his blood run hot, as it always did, for no matter how much he feigns protest, there were very few things Hythlodaeus could do that he would not find incredibly tempting.
He threads his fingers into the slender man's hair and yanks him forward into a rough and searing kiss, hot and demanding in its own right, full of the greed he had made an effort to veil until now.]
Get on your back.
[A command, rather than a request, murmured harshly against his lips, a vain attempt at pretending he has any control in this relationship, but he suspects Hythlodaeus will comply regardless.]
That is a request I will gladly oblige.
[Not that he had asked, but it was a near enough thing— and even at this hour, he can feel his own patience beginning to wane. Seeing Hythlodaeus in such a state had made his blood run hot, as it always did, for no matter how much he feigns protest, there were very few things Hythlodaeus could do that he would not find incredibly tempting.
He threads his fingers into the slender man's hair and yanks him forward into a rough and searing kiss, hot and demanding in its own right, full of the greed he had made an effort to veil until now.]
Get on your back.
[A command, rather than a request, murmured harshly against his lips, a vain attempt at pretending he has any control in this relationship, but he suspects Hythlodaeus will comply regardless.]
I didn't come home for you to wait on me.
[He shakes his head, pressing two fingers to his temple. Of course, that was always Hythlodaeus' way, was it not? To see to the needs of others, especially his— he is, truly, quite fortunate, even if he does not always seem to appreciate it as he should.
He pauses, taking a moment to reassess, and sighs.]
Tea, perhaps.
[He shakes his head, pressing two fingers to his temple. Of course, that was always Hythlodaeus' way, was it not? To see to the needs of others, especially his— he is, truly, quite fortunate, even if he does not always seem to appreciate it as he should.
He pauses, taking a moment to reassess, and sighs.]
Tea, perhaps.
[ her question begins, but his only answer is a smooth smile, before hythlodaeus is hooking his long fingers into the waistband of both her pants and smallclothes alike, catching them as she pushes them down, though he draws back to tug them entirely over her thighs and away, tossing them into the growing pile of clothing.
and now that she is entirely bare before him, hythlodaeus takes a moment simply to.. admire her. his gaze travels up her long legs and thighs, the flare of her hips, up her abdomen and over her breasts, and at last to her beautiful face, her hooded eyes, her parted lips. she's perfect.
but he sets back to his work soon enough, and lowers himself down once more, dragging his mouth along her lower belly. he teases her with kisses and touches, his palms gliding down the outsides of her thighs, his mouth along the insides, but he does not make her wait long.
his lips part, and hythlodaeus drags his tongue long and slow where she is so warm, so wet, and he can taste the dark salt of her cunt, new and unfamiliar. he is slow and attentive in his work, kissing and dragging his tongue, exhaling hotly against her, before at last he sees to the swollen bud of her clit, dragging his tongue gently against it, tracing its shape, waiting for her sweet reaction to guide him. ]
and now that she is entirely bare before him, hythlodaeus takes a moment simply to.. admire her. his gaze travels up her long legs and thighs, the flare of her hips, up her abdomen and over her breasts, and at last to her beautiful face, her hooded eyes, her parted lips. she's perfect.
but he sets back to his work soon enough, and lowers himself down once more, dragging his mouth along her lower belly. he teases her with kisses and touches, his palms gliding down the outsides of her thighs, his mouth along the insides, but he does not make her wait long.
his lips part, and hythlodaeus drags his tongue long and slow where she is so warm, so wet, and he can taste the dark salt of her cunt, new and unfamiliar. he is slow and attentive in his work, kissing and dragging his tongue, exhaling hotly against her, before at last he sees to the swollen bud of her clit, dragging his tongue gently against it, tracing its shape, waiting for her sweet reaction to guide him. ]
[ the growled command makes his belly tighten with anticipation, and hythlodaeus smiles for him, worrying his lower lip between his teeth before he obliges without question. hythlodaeus absolutely has all of the control, but it excites him when hades gets greedy and possessive, so he will allow this change for now. next time, it will be different.
though he will certainly miss the view.
sliding off of hades' lap, hythlodaeus rolls into his back, his hair wild against the pillow, his eyelids lowered, his smile knowing. he can hardly stand not to be touching hades, so he slips his hand over his lover's chest and down his belly, his breath quick, lips still red and wet from his work, and hades' hard, brutal kisses. ]
Will this satisfy you?
[ he purrs, heat coiling in his gut. gods, he can hardly wait. ]
though he will certainly miss the view.
sliding off of hades' lap, hythlodaeus rolls into his back, his hair wild against the pillow, his eyelids lowered, his smile knowing. he can hardly stand not to be touching hades, so he slips his hand over his lover's chest and down his belly, his breath quick, lips still red and wet from his work, and hades' hard, brutal kisses. ]
Will this satisfy you?
[ he purrs, heat coiling in his gut. gods, he can hardly wait. ]
[She lets out a sigh of relief once the last of her clothes have been discarded, the cool kiss of air sharp against her skin, every touch, however faint, magnified tenfold by how badly she wants him, how deeply some part of her remembers him. It is, all at once, both foreign and familiar, and when she sees the way he stops to admire her, her breath catches in her throat. There's certainly lust in that bright gaze of his, but something else, as well, something else that makes her cheeks flush anew, and she bites at her lower lip as anticipation threatens to be too much, the soft silk of his hair slipping through her long, elegant fingers as he moves.
His lips drag along her abdomen and her muscles twitch beneath them, tense and wanting; she's already felt her belly become molten beneath his touch, and the wait itself threatens to be unbearable— but he is kind, and offers her reprieve, something she craves so desperately that the noise that first escapes her is choked, strained, the soft touch of his lips and expert stroke of his tongue unlike anything in her memory, and her free hand grasps for the bedclothes, clutching and twisting them beneath her fingers as her hips rock upwards against him, eager, and already she feels like she might come apart.]
By the Twelve...
[It feels as delightfully wicked as it does sweet, the heat of his breath triggering another flare of desire, and gods, he clearly knows exactly what he's doing—
His tongue finds where she craves him most and her back archs without warning, pressing her cunt against his mouth as her head is thrown back against the pillow, a sharp cry escaping her as she tugs sharply at the covers, her grip in his hair tightening.]
Hyth—
[She can't even finish his name, not before he wrenches another desperate cry out of her, one that fades into another short, choked noise of pleasure, dangerously close to an open sob.]
His lips drag along her abdomen and her muscles twitch beneath them, tense and wanting; she's already felt her belly become molten beneath his touch, and the wait itself threatens to be unbearable— but he is kind, and offers her reprieve, something she craves so desperately that the noise that first escapes her is choked, strained, the soft touch of his lips and expert stroke of his tongue unlike anything in her memory, and her free hand grasps for the bedclothes, clutching and twisting them beneath her fingers as her hips rock upwards against him, eager, and already she feels like she might come apart.]
By the Twelve...
[It feels as delightfully wicked as it does sweet, the heat of his breath triggering another flare of desire, and gods, he clearly knows exactly what he's doing—
His tongue finds where she craves him most and her back archs without warning, pressing her cunt against his mouth as her head is thrown back against the pillow, a sharp cry escaping her as she tugs sharply at the covers, her grip in his hair tightening.]
Hyth—
[She can't even finish his name, not before he wrenches another desperate cry out of her, one that fades into another short, choked noise of pleasure, dangerously close to an open sob.]
[They're hardly separated for long; the moment Hythlodaeus falls back against the pillow, he pushes himself to his knees and quickly insinuates himself between his lover's legs, running his hands down the smooth expanse of his chest, the ridges of his ribs and abdomen, then seizes him by the hips and gives him another sharp tug, pulling him forward, upward, so that they're flush against one another.]
As much as anything does, hm?
[After all this time, certainly he is expected to play the part of impossible-to-please, even if they both know it to be an utter farce. His heavily-lidded gaze and the knowing curl of his lips tell the truth as he looks over his partner's sprawled form, lingering on those swollen lips, his wild hair— he looks utterly debauched, and it is as though a bolt of lightning lances through him, already impossibly hard with wanting and now positively aching for what comes next.
He takes his own turn with the vial that Hythlodaeus had made such efficient use of, allowing it to pool in his own hand before he takes hold and begins to slick his own cock with slow, deliberate stroke, refusing to let eye contact falter for even a moment as he releases his hold on Hythlodaeus' hips, letting him slump back hard against the bed as he lowers a hand to tease at his entrance with one thumb.]
Until you're blind, you said. I hope you realize what you've asked for.
[Of course he does. He always does.]
As much as anything does, hm?
[After all this time, certainly he is expected to play the part of impossible-to-please, even if they both know it to be an utter farce. His heavily-lidded gaze and the knowing curl of his lips tell the truth as he looks over his partner's sprawled form, lingering on those swollen lips, his wild hair— he looks utterly debauched, and it is as though a bolt of lightning lances through him, already impossibly hard with wanting and now positively aching for what comes next.
He takes his own turn with the vial that Hythlodaeus had made such efficient use of, allowing it to pool in his own hand before he takes hold and begins to slick his own cock with slow, deliberate stroke, refusing to let eye contact falter for even a moment as he releases his hold on Hythlodaeus' hips, letting him slump back hard against the bed as he lowers a hand to tease at his entrance with one thumb.]
Until you're blind, you said. I hope you realize what you've asked for.
[Of course he does. He always does.]
[ her reactions are as balm to his soul. truly, there is nothing hythlodaeus loves more than bringing pleasure to those he loves - and that pleasure may take many forms. she writhes beneath him, breathes his name in a voice gone so quiet and rough, and he can feel her body tightening with each lave of his tongue. she's sinfully slick, which makes it all the more easy for him to carefully, gently slide two long fingers into his body.
she yields to him so easily, wet as she is, and it is a simple matter to glide his long fingers fully into her body, feeling her tight around him.
gods, does it drive him wild - the scent of her, that wet heat, her taste, her sounds.. he's so painfully hard that the only relief he can find is in grinding his hips against the bed, but even that is hardly enough, for the clothing in the way. still, the friction staves off his frustration enough that he can focus fully on her, on her pleasure. ]
You're beautiful..
[ he murmurs against her, his tongue still circling her clit, lapping at her with more and more hunger as her desperation begins to soar, her fingers in his hair tightening painfully, though he loves he feel of it. his fingers curl in her body, seeking that sweet, tender spot just inside of her, searching for his mark. ]
Come for me.
she yields to him so easily, wet as she is, and it is a simple matter to glide his long fingers fully into her body, feeling her tight around him.
gods, does it drive him wild - the scent of her, that wet heat, her taste, her sounds.. he's so painfully hard that the only relief he can find is in grinding his hips against the bed, but even that is hardly enough, for the clothing in the way. still, the friction staves off his frustration enough that he can focus fully on her, on her pleasure. ]
You're beautiful..
[ he murmurs against her, his tongue still circling her clit, lapping at her with more and more hunger as her desperation begins to soar, her fingers in his hair tightening painfully, though he loves he feel of it. his fingers curl in her body, seeking that sweet, tender spot just inside of her, searching for his mark. ]
Come for me.
I know exactly what I am asking for..
[ he says, breathless, as hades' eyes meet his own, maintaining eye contact while he slicks up his cock, while he snags hythlodaeus' hips and tugs them roughly forward. sweet heavens but he loves it, being manhandled, being rough. last night had been sweet and loving, but this? there's no need to be now that they have reconnected, and hades' harsh treatment earns him only sweet sounds and desperate anticipation. but he does not look away from those golden eyes, enraptured as he is by hades' handsome face, what he had thought he had lost forever.
but he does, in fact, know what he is asking for, and he knows hades well enough to know what he will give it. neither of them will be happy unless hythlodaeus needs a pillow to sit on for the rest of the day.
yet hades till teases him, his thumb slick against hythlodaeus' body, and he whines, twisting against the bedsheets, arching his back to press downward, wanting, needing. ]
Please --
[ he says, breathless, as hades' eyes meet his own, maintaining eye contact while he slicks up his cock, while he snags hythlodaeus' hips and tugs them roughly forward. sweet heavens but he loves it, being manhandled, being rough. last night had been sweet and loving, but this? there's no need to be now that they have reconnected, and hades' harsh treatment earns him only sweet sounds and desperate anticipation. but he does not look away from those golden eyes, enraptured as he is by hades' handsome face, what he had thought he had lost forever.
but he does, in fact, know what he is asking for, and he knows hades well enough to know what he will give it. neither of them will be happy unless hythlodaeus needs a pillow to sit on for the rest of the day.
yet hades till teases him, his thumb slick against hythlodaeus' body, and he whines, twisting against the bedsheets, arching his back to press downward, wanting, needing. ]
Please --
[ Some time, she says, as if twelve thousand years is a mere trifle, as if they hadn't spent it at odds, even if neither of them were entirely themselves. Long overdue, she says, as if there isn't a laughably infinite number of things they could say to one another. He shakes his head as if here, at the end of things, he is nothing more than put-upon.
It isn't that simple, of course, but he can't make this easy, gods forbid. ]
Oh, I could think of a thing or two, if pressed.
[ And then, in spite of himself, one corner of his mouth curls into a smile. ]
It is good to see you as yourself.
It isn't that simple, of course, but he can't make this easy, gods forbid. ]
Oh, I could think of a thing or two, if pressed.
[ And then, in spite of himself, one corner of his mouth curls into a smile. ]
It is good to see you as yourself.
[She may as well have done so on command, with how quickly everything comes to a head.
Though gentle, his attentions are unrelenting; she feels herself stretch pleasantly around his fingers, yielding without pause, feels the way each eager stroke of his tongue nudges her closer and closer to that blissful precipice. She has no words for him; he praises her even with his lips and tongue still hard at work and all she can do is moan, a low and wanton sound that rolls through her as surely as that building wave of overwhelming pleasure does.
Her knuckles have gone pale where she grips the blankets beneath them, one leg having found its way over his shoulder in a moment she has absolutely no memory of, and the very moment he finds his mark, she crumbles. The wave crests and tears a sharp cry from her throat without warning, a shudder ripping its way down the length of her spine as she loses herself entirely, and that cry dissolves into laughter, a desperate but joyful sound as she sinks into climax, the world pleasantly blurring at its edges as her breath comes short and sharp, her grip in his hair easing— though only slightly.]
That was—
[Incredible? There are no words, and if there were, she may not have breath enough to speak them, but even so, they are not finished. She releases her hold on the bedclothes and reaches for the hand at her hip, taking him by the wrist before lacing their fingers together.]
Here.
[Come here.]
Though gentle, his attentions are unrelenting; she feels herself stretch pleasantly around his fingers, yielding without pause, feels the way each eager stroke of his tongue nudges her closer and closer to that blissful precipice. She has no words for him; he praises her even with his lips and tongue still hard at work and all she can do is moan, a low and wanton sound that rolls through her as surely as that building wave of overwhelming pleasure does.
Her knuckles have gone pale where she grips the blankets beneath them, one leg having found its way over his shoulder in a moment she has absolutely no memory of, and the very moment he finds his mark, she crumbles. The wave crests and tears a sharp cry from her throat without warning, a shudder ripping its way down the length of her spine as she loses herself entirely, and that cry dissolves into laughter, a desperate but joyful sound as she sinks into climax, the world pleasantly blurring at its edges as her breath comes short and sharp, her grip in his hair easing— though only slightly.]
That was—
[Incredible? There are no words, and if there were, she may not have breath enough to speak them, but even so, they are not finished. She releases her hold on the bedclothes and reaches for the hand at her hip, taking him by the wrist before lacing their fingers together.]
Here.
[Come here.]
[He has never had it in him to deny Hythlodaeus anything, for all he may protest. The man has had a hold on his heart for lifetimes beyond counting, and even more he had not been present for— and truly, there was nothing sweeter than these moments they spent together throughout the years, moments that were theirs alone. They have both gone far too long without, but they have no shortage of opportunity to make new memories, this very morning included.
Hades smiles down at him, and though there is adoration in his gaze, the turn of his mouth is sharp and knowing. That desperate plea of his goes straight to his cock, but teasing for any real length of time was not so much his inclination as it was Hythlodaeus' to begin with.]
As you wish.
[The wait is swiftly brought to an end. He ceases in toying at his partner's entrance and hooks an arm beneath his leg instead, hoisting it upwards to let it hang and provide himself with just the right angle for his designs. The press of his cock against that tight ring of muscle is full of both threat and promise, but he does not draw it out any further than it need be— he enters Hythlodaeus with a single sharp movement, a guttural sigh leaving him as he sinks in to the hilt and roughly pulls his lover flush against him once more.
He leaves him little time to adjust— mere moments— but he knows Hythlodaeus well enough to be certain that he'll need no more than that. The rhythm he starts is slow at first, steady, a deliberate build to something more, but gentle, it is not. Each thrust is sharp, forceful— not quite what Hythlodaeus had asked for, not yet, but his pace purposefully becomes more erratic as he builds speed, leaving his partner's cock untouched as he grips unkindly at his hips instead.
All the while, his gaze remains fixed on Hythlodaeus' face, those sinfully swollen lips, heat coiling deep within him and spurring each snap of his hips to become sharper, less forgiving.]
You should see yourself, Hythlodaeus.
[It's half sigh, half hiss— appreciative and wanton all at once.]
What a picture you make...
Hades smiles down at him, and though there is adoration in his gaze, the turn of his mouth is sharp and knowing. That desperate plea of his goes straight to his cock, but teasing for any real length of time was not so much his inclination as it was Hythlodaeus' to begin with.]
As you wish.
[The wait is swiftly brought to an end. He ceases in toying at his partner's entrance and hooks an arm beneath his leg instead, hoisting it upwards to let it hang and provide himself with just the right angle for his designs. The press of his cock against that tight ring of muscle is full of both threat and promise, but he does not draw it out any further than it need be— he enters Hythlodaeus with a single sharp movement, a guttural sigh leaving him as he sinks in to the hilt and roughly pulls his lover flush against him once more.
He leaves him little time to adjust— mere moments— but he knows Hythlodaeus well enough to be certain that he'll need no more than that. The rhythm he starts is slow at first, steady, a deliberate build to something more, but gentle, it is not. Each thrust is sharp, forceful— not quite what Hythlodaeus had asked for, not yet, but his pace purposefully becomes more erratic as he builds speed, leaving his partner's cock untouched as he grips unkindly at his hips instead.
All the while, his gaze remains fixed on Hythlodaeus' face, those sinfully swollen lips, heat coiling deep within him and spurring each snap of his hips to become sharper, less forgiving.]
You should see yourself, Hythlodaeus.
[It's half sigh, half hiss— appreciative and wanton all at once.]
What a picture you make...
[ he rides it out with ease as she comes, her body twisting against the sheets, the pain in his scalp exquisite as her grip tightens - hythlodaeus closes his eyes to better appreciate it, the sounds of her sharp cries, the way her body tenses around his curled fingers..
this is why he does what he does. why he loves so attentively. nothing is better than the payoff of bringing his partner a perfectly blissful climax.
he lingers still, laving his tongue gently over her cunt until she is attempting to forcefully pull him away, at which point hythlodaeus lifts his head. his face is flushed, pupils blown, mouth wet - he's drunk on the taste of her, but he nevertheless obediently does as she asks, sliding up her body again until he is leaning over her, a smile blooming across his features. ]
I take it you enjoyed yourself?
[ even now, his fingers still move slowly, measuredly, in and out of her body. he can't bring himself to stop touching her. ]
this is why he does what he does. why he loves so attentively. nothing is better than the payoff of bringing his partner a perfectly blissful climax.
he lingers still, laving his tongue gently over her cunt until she is attempting to forcefully pull him away, at which point hythlodaeus lifts his head. his face is flushed, pupils blown, mouth wet - he's drunk on the taste of her, but he nevertheless obediently does as she asks, sliding up her body again until he is leaning over her, a smile blooming across his features. ]
I take it you enjoyed yourself?
[ even now, his fingers still move slowly, measuredly, in and out of her body. he can't bring himself to stop touching her. ]
[ hades knows just what he wants, just how to provide, and thank the heavens he does not tease much further - after all that's happened, hythlodaeus surely cannot take it. he's so damned ready to be fucked.
and hades does not take his time. all at once he thrusts into hythlodaeus' body, and he arches with a sharp gasp, pain and pleasure lancing up his spine like a jolt of lightning. it aches, and burns, and it feels positively exquisite. hades gives him a few short moments to adjust which is, in fact, all he needs. hythlodaeus exhales slowly, relaxing his body until the pain ebbs and he's left only with the sweet, stretching feeling of being entirely filled.
and then hades begins to move. ]
Fuck --
[ he swears, the word a whisper on his lips as hythlodaeus raises his arms, one hand snagging the pillow and the other going for his mouth, biting down hard on his knuckles to ground himself. hades fucks into him harder, harder, hard enough to make the bed creak beneath their weight, and hythlodaeus can only arch his hips up to better receive him, each subsequent thrust earning a soft, muffled cry, his skin flushing hot, growing slick with a thin sheen of sweat.
when hades speaks, his violet eyes crack open, bleary and drunken, and he can't help a tremulous smile. ]
For your eyes only.
[ he murmurs, dragging his wet knuckle across his lip, his breath gusting hard. he can't help but preen a little at the compliment, like the great purple peacock he is, but it can hardly last when he's being fucked so well. with a groan, his eyes squeeze closed again, his face turning against the pillow. ]
You feel so good -- harder --
and hades does not take his time. all at once he thrusts into hythlodaeus' body, and he arches with a sharp gasp, pain and pleasure lancing up his spine like a jolt of lightning. it aches, and burns, and it feels positively exquisite. hades gives him a few short moments to adjust which is, in fact, all he needs. hythlodaeus exhales slowly, relaxing his body until the pain ebbs and he's left only with the sweet, stretching feeling of being entirely filled.
and then hades begins to move. ]
Fuck --
[ he swears, the word a whisper on his lips as hythlodaeus raises his arms, one hand snagging the pillow and the other going for his mouth, biting down hard on his knuckles to ground himself. hades fucks into him harder, harder, hard enough to make the bed creak beneath their weight, and hythlodaeus can only arch his hips up to better receive him, each subsequent thrust earning a soft, muffled cry, his skin flushing hot, growing slick with a thin sheen of sweat.
when hades speaks, his violet eyes crack open, bleary and drunken, and he can't help a tremulous smile. ]
For your eyes only.
[ he murmurs, dragging his wet knuckle across his lip, his breath gusting hard. he can't help but preen a little at the compliment, like the great purple peacock he is, but it can hardly last when he's being fucked so well. with a groan, his eyes squeeze closed again, his face turning against the pillow. ]
You feel so good -- harder --
[What a question. She laughs again, soft and incredulous, her fingers slipping from his hair, reaching to take his face between both hands so that she can pull him down into a heated kiss, ardent and needful as ever. She tastes herself on his lips, his tongue, and the sensation causes a pleasant twist in her belly, helped along by the slow and steady movements of his fingers as he continues to stroke her from the inside. Even after all of that, he ensures that she wants yet more.]
Yes.
[She breathes the answer against the curve of his parted lips, his continued affections drawing a soft groan from her in the moment that follows, and she closes her eyes for the briefest of moments, drawing in a deep breath to steady herself— for all the good it does in their current circumstances.
She chases his lips for another kiss, then presses another against the corner of his mouth before dipping her head to nuzzle sweetly against his jaw.]
But I want all of you.
[And she knows he wants more, his own need still painfully apparent. She smiles at him and gives a sigh, trailing her fingers down the length of his lovely, lithe torso before tracing the very gentle slope of his hip and reaching to curl her fingers around his cock, taking him in hand and giving him a gentle stroke from root to tip to offer some reprieve, followed by another, and yet another.
They've come this far already, and if she'd had any doubts on how they should proceed, they are now long, long gone.]
Yes.
[She breathes the answer against the curve of his parted lips, his continued affections drawing a soft groan from her in the moment that follows, and she closes her eyes for the briefest of moments, drawing in a deep breath to steady herself— for all the good it does in their current circumstances.
She chases his lips for another kiss, then presses another against the corner of his mouth before dipping her head to nuzzle sweetly against his jaw.]
But I want all of you.
[And she knows he wants more, his own need still painfully apparent. She smiles at him and gives a sigh, trailing her fingers down the length of his lovely, lithe torso before tracing the very gentle slope of his hip and reaching to curl her fingers around his cock, taking him in hand and giving him a gentle stroke from root to tip to offer some reprieve, followed by another, and yet another.
They've come this far already, and if she'd had any doubts on how they should proceed, they are now long, long gone.]
[ he can't help but smile at her request, at her general ministrations - the way she kisses him hot and deeply, the taste of her between their mouths, her kisses peppering his face, her nose nuzzling his jaw.. it's all so sweet, so warm. he could bury himself in her attentions forever. how could he have been worried about this? how could he have thought this was wrong?
perhaps, once it is all over, the guilt shall set in, but for now.. for now, all he wants is her.
and all she wants is him. her hands move expertly, grasping his cock without hesitation, and hythlodaeus rewards her with a shuddering exhale, his brow knitting tightly while his hips shift forward and into her touch. his fingers withdraw from her at last, but only to close over her own, warm and wet and slick. ]
Are you certain..?
[ she has already asked, but he must know for sure that she is positive - even if her body answers his query, he must hear it from her lips, for there is no coming back from this point. ]
perhaps, once it is all over, the guilt shall set in, but for now.. for now, all he wants is her.
and all she wants is him. her hands move expertly, grasping his cock without hesitation, and hythlodaeus rewards her with a shuddering exhale, his brow knitting tightly while his hips shift forward and into her touch. his fingers withdraw from her at last, but only to close over her own, warm and wet and slick. ]
Are you certain..?
[ she has already asked, but he must know for sure that she is positive - even if her body answers his query, he must hear it from her lips, for there is no coming back from this point. ]
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