[ hades knows just what he wants, just how to provide, and thank the heavens he does not tease much further - after all that's happened, hythlodaeus surely cannot take it. he's so damned ready to be fucked.
and hades does not take his time. all at once he thrusts into hythlodaeus' body, and he arches with a sharp gasp, pain and pleasure lancing up his spine like a jolt of lightning. it aches, and burns, and it feels positively exquisite. hades gives him a few short moments to adjust which is, in fact, all he needs. hythlodaeus exhales slowly, relaxing his body until the pain ebbs and he's left only with the sweet, stretching feeling of being entirely filled.
and then hades begins to move. ]
Fuck --
[ he swears, the word a whisper on his lips as hythlodaeus raises his arms, one hand snagging the pillow and the other going for his mouth, biting down hard on his knuckles to ground himself. hades fucks into him harder, harder, hard enough to make the bed creak beneath their weight, and hythlodaeus can only arch his hips up to better receive him, each subsequent thrust earning a soft, muffled cry, his skin flushing hot, growing slick with a thin sheen of sweat.
when hades speaks, his violet eyes crack open, bleary and drunken, and he can't help a tremulous smile. ]
For your eyes only.
[ he murmurs, dragging his wet knuckle across his lip, his breath gusting hard. he can't help but preen a little at the compliment, like the great purple peacock he is, but it can hardly last when he's being fucked so well. with a groan, his eyes squeeze closed again, his face turning against the pillow. ]
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and hades does not take his time. all at once he thrusts into hythlodaeus' body, and he arches with a sharp gasp, pain and pleasure lancing up his spine like a jolt of lightning. it aches, and burns, and it feels positively exquisite. hades gives him a few short moments to adjust which is, in fact, all he needs. hythlodaeus exhales slowly, relaxing his body until the pain ebbs and he's left only with the sweet, stretching feeling of being entirely filled.
and then hades begins to move. ]
Fuck --
[ he swears, the word a whisper on his lips as hythlodaeus raises his arms, one hand snagging the pillow and the other going for his mouth, biting down hard on his knuckles to ground himself. hades fucks into him harder, harder, hard enough to make the bed creak beneath their weight, and hythlodaeus can only arch his hips up to better receive him, each subsequent thrust earning a soft, muffled cry, his skin flushing hot, growing slick with a thin sheen of sweat.
when hades speaks, his violet eyes crack open, bleary and drunken, and he can't help a tremulous smile. ]
For your eyes only.
[ he murmurs, dragging his wet knuckle across his lip, his breath gusting hard. he can't help but preen a little at the compliment, like the great purple peacock he is, but it can hardly last when he's being fucked so well. with a groan, his eyes squeeze closed again, his face turning against the pillow. ]
You feel so good -- harder --