[He has never had it in him to deny Hythlodaeus anything, for all he may protest. The man has had a hold on his heart for lifetimes beyond counting, and even more he had not been present for— and truly, there was nothing sweeter than these moments they spent together throughout the years, moments that were theirs alone. They have both gone far too long without, but they have no shortage of opportunity to make new memories, this very morning included.
Hades smiles down at him, and though there is adoration in his gaze, the turn of his mouth is sharp and knowing. That desperate plea of his goes straight to his cock, but teasing for any real length of time was not so much his inclination as it was Hythlodaeus' to begin with.]
As you wish.
[The wait is swiftly brought to an end. He ceases in toying at his partner's entrance and hooks an arm beneath his leg instead, hoisting it upwards to let it hang and provide himself with just the right angle for his designs. The press of his cock against that tight ring of muscle is full of both threat and promise, but he does not draw it out any further than it need be— he enters Hythlodaeus with a single sharp movement, a guttural sigh leaving him as he sinks in to the hilt and roughly pulls his lover flush against him once more.
He leaves him little time to adjust— mere moments— but he knows Hythlodaeus well enough to be certain that he'll need no more than that. The rhythm he starts is slow at first, steady, a deliberate build to something more, but gentle, it is not. Each thrust is sharp, forceful— not quite what Hythlodaeus had asked for, not yet, but his pace purposefully becomes more erratic as he builds speed, leaving his partner's cock untouched as he grips unkindly at his hips instead.
All the while, his gaze remains fixed on Hythlodaeus' face, those sinfully swollen lips, heat coiling deep within him and spurring each snap of his hips to become sharper, less forgiving.]
You should see yourself, Hythlodaeus.
[It's half sigh, half hiss— appreciative and wanton all at once.]
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Hades smiles down at him, and though there is adoration in his gaze, the turn of his mouth is sharp and knowing. That desperate plea of his goes straight to his cock, but teasing for any real length of time was not so much his inclination as it was Hythlodaeus' to begin with.]
As you wish.
[The wait is swiftly brought to an end. He ceases in toying at his partner's entrance and hooks an arm beneath his leg instead, hoisting it upwards to let it hang and provide himself with just the right angle for his designs. The press of his cock against that tight ring of muscle is full of both threat and promise, but he does not draw it out any further than it need be— he enters Hythlodaeus with a single sharp movement, a guttural sigh leaving him as he sinks in to the hilt and roughly pulls his lover flush against him once more.
He leaves him little time to adjust— mere moments— but he knows Hythlodaeus well enough to be certain that he'll need no more than that. The rhythm he starts is slow at first, steady, a deliberate build to something more, but gentle, it is not. Each thrust is sharp, forceful— not quite what Hythlodaeus had asked for, not yet, but his pace purposefully becomes more erratic as he builds speed, leaving his partner's cock untouched as he grips unkindly at his hips instead.
All the while, his gaze remains fixed on Hythlodaeus' face, those sinfully swollen lips, heat coiling deep within him and spurring each snap of his hips to become sharper, less forgiving.]
You should see yourself, Hythlodaeus.
[It's half sigh, half hiss— appreciative and wanton all at once.]
What a picture you make...