[That Hades himself is able to remain as composed as he has while buried in the sweet, tight heat of being joined with his partner is a testament to his strength of will, if nothing else. His breath comes shorter as he watches his lover come undone beneath him, his now frenetic pace marked by a threatening creak of the bed beneath them each time he fucks into him, sharp, hard, unforgiving, and still Hythlodaeus wants more.
He always wants more, and Hades is more than happy to oblige— for even in his darkest hours, he has ever been devoted.]
Harder?
[He's goading, teasing him, but the word itself comes out breathless, his own gaze glazing over as he watches Hythlodaeus come apart piece by piece— the flush and sweat of his skin, that beautiful bite of his knuckles, and the sweet, sweet sounds he makes, muffled and perfect.
He gives him exactly what he asks for; the creaking beneath them continues as he sets a breakneck pace, matching it with force, the man beneath him all but bent and half as he, too, bends forward, feeling the strain of both their weight and clenching his jaw to ground himself in turn, leaving Hythlodaeus' hardened cock bobbing between them with each brutal thrust. Each push forward is met with a grunt, a sigh, a strangled noise of his own as he fights to keep his composure, even with the sweet, telltale pressure of release steadily building with him— but he's in no hurry, not until Hythlodaeus' collapses boneless beneath him and his legs go numb. Neither of them will be satisfied, otherwise.]
If you can walk before the day is out— [He struggles to get the words out now, panting hard,] I'll be insulted.
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He always wants more, and Hades is more than happy to oblige— for even in his darkest hours, he has ever been devoted.]
Harder?
[He's goading, teasing him, but the word itself comes out breathless, his own gaze glazing over as he watches Hythlodaeus come apart piece by piece— the flush and sweat of his skin, that beautiful bite of his knuckles, and the sweet, sweet sounds he makes, muffled and perfect.
He gives him exactly what he asks for; the creaking beneath them continues as he sets a breakneck pace, matching it with force, the man beneath him all but bent and half as he, too, bends forward, feeling the strain of both their weight and clenching his jaw to ground himself in turn, leaving Hythlodaeus' hardened cock bobbing between them with each brutal thrust. Each push forward is met with a grunt, a sigh, a strangled noise of his own as he fights to keep his composure, even with the sweet, telltale pressure of release steadily building with him— but he's in no hurry, not until Hythlodaeus' collapses boneless beneath him and his legs go numb. Neither of them will be satisfied, otherwise.]
If you can walk before the day is out— [He struggles to get the words out now, panting hard,] I'll be insulted.