[ hades, at last, has learned to let go of the past - or at least, to allow it to rest, to trust their legacy to those left behind. the world will not be as they left it, but mayhaps venat was right, suffering is the key to survival, and having suffered himself he can understand the point of it all. these kisses, these touches are so much sweeter for all that they have been through, and despite having built their utopia the world still, eventually, fell down around them.
and so hythlodaeus, at least, is content to leave their star in the hands of their new stewards, content to watch from the wings. ]
I know you won't.
[ hades' nails biting into the skin of his neck send a ripple of goosebumps down his back, and he, too, surrenders himself to the kiss, his mouth open over hades', tongue dipping to taste him while hythlodaeus' grasp on his jaw only tightens, his thumbs sliding over the crests of his lover's cheeks.
gods, he tastes so good, he smells so familiar..
the kiss breaks, but only so he can offer hades a smile; he won't leave their conversation on a painful note. ]
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and so hythlodaeus, at least, is content to leave their star in the hands of their new stewards, content to watch from the wings. ]
I know you won't.
[ hades' nails biting into the skin of his neck send a ripple of goosebumps down his back, and he, too, surrenders himself to the kiss, his mouth open over hades', tongue dipping to taste him while hythlodaeus' grasp on his jaw only tightens, his thumbs sliding over the crests of his lover's cheeks.
gods, he tastes so good, he smells so familiar..
the kiss breaks, but only so he can offer hades a smile; he won't leave their conversation on a painful note. ]
Now, make love to me, you tired old bastard.