[He leans into that last kiss before they part, his own actions betraying his sharp words, the press of his lips soft and heartfelt and entirely at odds with the barbs he's offered in response to Hythlodaeus' admittedly unnecessary wheedling. They part, and his breath hitches with the promise of what's to come, golden eyes unflinching fixed on his partner, possessive and unwilling to miss even a moment.
Hythlodaeus' movements are almost agonizingly slow, building anticipation with each kiss and scrape. Every effort is rewarded, no matter how small; soft grunts and sighs of encouragement as Hades tangles his own long fingers into lavender hair, now falling loosely from its braid, his grip curling tight enough to tug as his lover moves steadily lower, marking his path with lips and tongue and teeth.]
You are perfect.
[The appraisal is near breathless, eye contact never broken for a moment as he props himself up on one arm to watch his partner with intent, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath of anticipation. The temptation to close his eyes as he feels the wicked drag of Hythlodaeus' tongue along his length is strong, but he manages to resist, swallowing instead, and he feels his mouth suddenly go dry with wanting as a shudder rolls through him from the base of his spine upwards.
He can neither say nor think anything further before he feels himself drawn into the warm, wet and perfect heat of his lover's mouth; he lets out a strained, half-choked moan of deepest pleasure as his grip in Hythlodaeus' hair pulls tighter and he has to resist the urge to roll his hips upwards and push deeper into his mouth. More will come— and of the two of them, he has always been the one gifted with patience.]
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Hythlodaeus' movements are almost agonizingly slow, building anticipation with each kiss and scrape. Every effort is rewarded, no matter how small; soft grunts and sighs of encouragement as Hades tangles his own long fingers into lavender hair, now falling loosely from its braid, his grip curling tight enough to tug as his lover moves steadily lower, marking his path with lips and tongue and teeth.]
You are perfect.
[The appraisal is near breathless, eye contact never broken for a moment as he props himself up on one arm to watch his partner with intent, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath of anticipation. The temptation to close his eyes as he feels the wicked drag of Hythlodaeus' tongue along his length is strong, but he manages to resist, swallowing instead, and he feels his mouth suddenly go dry with wanting as a shudder rolls through him from the base of his spine upwards.
He can neither say nor think anything further before he feels himself drawn into the warm, wet and perfect heat of his lover's mouth; he lets out a strained, half-choked moan of deepest pleasure as his grip in Hythlodaeus' hair pulls tighter and he has to resist the urge to roll his hips upwards and push deeper into his mouth. More will come— and of the two of them, he has always been the one gifted with patience.]