[ a dangerous question indeed, and one that hythlodaeus does not want to answer, given the sudden sour look on his face.
but he can hardly stay angry for long, not when it has been so very long, not when he has hades here, flush against him, after twelve-thousand long years of isolation. this is all he has ever wanted, all he has ever loved. azem may be lost to them, but at the very least they are afforded this chance, this opportunity to simply.. live. ]
Hmm..
[ he hums, his brow knit thoughtfully while he rolls his options over in his mind, before his gaze flicks toward the nightstand, where still sits an unassuming little glass bottle half-filled with clear oil. it's difficult to want to move at all when hades is working them so expertly, and for several long moments hythlodaeus rocks his hips forward again, and again, his cock sliding against his lover's, against hades' palm. it would be easy enough to get off this way alone.
but he wants more, he always wants more.
at last he reaches for the bottle, flicking the cork off with his thumb and pouring a generous amount onto his fingers before he's sitting back upward again, still astride hades' hips. ]
I want you to watch me..
[ he says, his hooded eyes fixed to hades' face as his slick fingers glide over his own hip and behind himself, pressing carefully into his body. the intrusion is welcome but sudden, and hythlodaeus gasps, tensing, his cock twitching as his fingers sink in deeper, carefully, gently. he knows his own body, how to open himself up, how to curl his fingers just right to hit that sweet, sweet spot. ]
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but he can hardly stay angry for long, not when it has been so very long, not when he has hades here, flush against him, after twelve-thousand long years of isolation. this is all he has ever wanted, all he has ever loved. azem may be lost to them, but at the very least they are afforded this chance, this opportunity to simply.. live. ]
Hmm..
[ he hums, his brow knit thoughtfully while he rolls his options over in his mind, before his gaze flicks toward the nightstand, where still sits an unassuming little glass bottle half-filled with clear oil. it's difficult to want to move at all when hades is working them so expertly, and for several long moments hythlodaeus rocks his hips forward again, and again, his cock sliding against his lover's, against hades' palm. it would be easy enough to get off this way alone.
but he wants more, he always wants more.
at last he reaches for the bottle, flicking the cork off with his thumb and pouring a generous amount onto his fingers before he's sitting back upward again, still astride hades' hips. ]
I want you to watch me..
[ he says, his hooded eyes fixed to hades' face as his slick fingers glide over his own hip and behind himself, pressing carefully into his body. the intrusion is welcome but sudden, and hythlodaeus gasps, tensing, his cock twitching as his fingers sink in deeper, carefully, gently. he knows his own body, how to open himself up, how to curl his fingers just right to hit that sweet, sweet spot. ]