[As Hythlodaeus straddles him, Hades himself leans up to meet that kiss, taking his face in both hands and letting his nails lightly dig into his partner's temple as he pulls him in deeper, tasting himself on his lover's lips and tongue and deepening the kiss until it becomes something fit to drown them both, until they have no choice but to break for breath. That slow roll of his hips is brutal in its temptation, but fortunately for the both of them, there is nothing to stop either of them seizing what they want.
Hades dips his head to press another kiss against Hythlodaeus' neck, this time with the sharp press of teeth, and he allows one hand to snake down between the two of them as he brings up one leg to rest against his companion's hip, lightly locking him in place as he, at last, skims his fingers along the length of his lover's cock, letting out a long, slow exhale of breath as a smile curls at one corner of his mouth, still pressed against flesh.]
Some semblance of equality, and nothing more.
[Even as he says so, his touch curls around the shaft of Hythlodaeus' eager cock and holds it flush against his own, still slick from the other man's enthusiastic attentions, and he begins to take the both of them in slow strokes all at once, letting out another bodily sigh of appreciation as he does so, the build of friction between them slow and sweet and steady.
They've been given the gift of time. He intends to enjoy it.]
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[As Hythlodaeus straddles him, Hades himself leans up to meet that kiss, taking his face in both hands and letting his nails lightly dig into his partner's temple as he pulls him in deeper, tasting himself on his lover's lips and tongue and deepening the kiss until it becomes something fit to drown them both, until they have no choice but to break for breath. That slow roll of his hips is brutal in its temptation, but fortunately for the both of them, there is nothing to stop either of them seizing what they want.
Hades dips his head to press another kiss against Hythlodaeus' neck, this time with the sharp press of teeth, and he allows one hand to snake down between the two of them as he brings up one leg to rest against his companion's hip, lightly locking him in place as he, at last, skims his fingers along the length of his lover's cock, letting out a long, slow exhale of breath as a smile curls at one corner of his mouth, still pressed against flesh.]
Some semblance of equality, and nothing more.
[Even as he says so, his touch curls around the shaft of Hythlodaeus' eager cock and holds it flush against his own, still slick from the other man's enthusiastic attentions, and he begins to take the both of them in slow strokes all at once, letting out another bodily sigh of appreciation as he does so, the build of friction between them slow and sweet and steady.
They've been given the gift of time. He intends to enjoy it.]
What is it that you want, hm?
[A dangerous question, he knows.]