[ there are certainly worse ways to start the morning, for hythlodaeus enjoys giving as much as receiving. more, in fact. the feel of hades' cock in his mouth, the tug of his hair, the way hades' hips arch, and the sounds he makes - sweet heavens, it's enough to make hythlodaeus' body feel tight all over, a jolt of pleasure striking between his thighs.
rolling his hips down against the bedsheets, hythlodaeus groans softly around his lover's cock, drawing back just enough to give more attention to the tip, tracing the ridge with his tongue, tasting the sweet salt there. his fingernails bite deep into the tender skin of hades' inner thighs, dragging slowly, leaving red welts in their wake. ]
You taste just like I remember..
[ his words murmured gusts along the underside of his cock as he drags his tongue there again, before closing his mouth fully around it once more, this time with far less gentle patience and far more gusto. ]
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rolling his hips down against the bedsheets, hythlodaeus groans softly around his lover's cock, drawing back just enough to give more attention to the tip, tracing the ridge with his tongue, tasting the sweet salt there. his fingernails bite deep into the tender skin of hades' inner thighs, dragging slowly, leaving red welts in their wake. ]
You taste just like I remember..
[ his words murmured gusts along the underside of his cock as he drags his tongue there again, before closing his mouth fully around it once more, this time with far less gentle patience and far more gusto. ]