[Well, hardly the sort of demands he would expect Hythlodaeus to make at this hour despite the fact that they've not yet had breakfast, but one he is quite glad to be able to meet. That sour look of his is hardly lost on Hades; it doesn't last, but he knows full well what it means, remembers how very resistant Hythlodaeus often is to having his own needs taken into consideration.
Fortunately for the both of them, what they each want in this particular instance is more.
He groans his approval, rolling his own hips to match Hythlodaeus' own movements, keeping them both held firm in his grasp, each stroke steady, attentive, a way to further the build of heat and friction and stem the tide until they allow themselves that more they both crave. Indeed, it would be a simple enough task to finish this way, but he longs for something greater, a sense of joining and completion after countless lifetimes apart.
They have not regained everything they have lost, but that they have each other once more is enough. It is more than enough. A gift he had neither expected, nor does he believe himself to deserve, but he will not waste it. It is simply not in his nature.
He watches his partner intently, his aurum gaze now heavy with lust, pupils blown, and as requested, he does not look away— he drinks in every movement of Hytholdaeus' lithe form, every twitch and subtle shift of his expression, and feels something thick at the back of his throat as he feels the heat of desire bolt through his own belly at what this promises.]
Well, how can I not when you're so intent on putting on a show?
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Fortunately for the both of them, what they each want in this particular instance is more.
He groans his approval, rolling his own hips to match Hythlodaeus' own movements, keeping them both held firm in his grasp, each stroke steady, attentive, a way to further the build of heat and friction and stem the tide until they allow themselves that more they both crave. Indeed, it would be a simple enough task to finish this way, but he longs for something greater, a sense of joining and completion after countless lifetimes apart.
They have not regained everything they have lost, but that they have each other once more is enough. It is more than enough. A gift he had neither expected, nor does he believe himself to deserve, but he will not waste it. It is simply not in his nature.
He watches his partner intently, his aurum gaze now heavy with lust, pupils blown, and as requested, he does not look away— he drinks in every movement of Hytholdaeus' lithe form, every twitch and subtle shift of his expression, and feels something thick at the back of his throat as he feels the heat of desire bolt through his own belly at what this promises.]
Well, how can I not when you're so intent on putting on a show?
[Peacock.]