[ as ever, hades is happy to oblige him - though he teases, he knows what they both want, he knows that hythlodaeus is all but insatiable, that it isn't good enough until he is pushed to the very brink of what he can take. sometimes further still.
but hades provides.
the sounds hythlodaeus makes are positively sinful, his cries sharp and needful, his body tense as a bowstring. a shame for their neighbors that the headboard is all but slamming the wall, but hythlodaeus can hardly bring himself to care, not when his mind is filled with hot, rolling fog, his body thrumming, electric. soon enough there is nothing left but raw sensation, the pound of hades' cock into his body, the jolt of pleasure every time he strikes that sweet, tender spot within him.
he won't hold out much longer. he can't. they've been teasing at this all morning, and no amount of knuckle-biting will hold back his pleasure soon enough. ]
Hades --
[ he calls, pleading and deep, his voice gone rough with pleasure, the word bracketed by sharp, gulping gasps. ]
Hades, I - I'm --
[ in the end, hythlodaeus does not even need a hand on himself to come. all at once his body tenses, sleek muscle rippling as he cries out, one hand snagging the bedpost, white-knuckled, the other grasping for hades hand at his hip, fingernails biting deep enough to leave red welts, if not deep enough to break skin. he's lost, lost in the sensation as he comes, thick and hot against his belly, his cock jerking, his face tight with absolute, simple, uncomplicated pleasure. a shudder runs through his body, gooseflesh rising on his skin, and hythlodaeus is unmade. ]
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but hades provides.
the sounds hythlodaeus makes are positively sinful, his cries sharp and needful, his body tense as a bowstring. a shame for their neighbors that the headboard is all but slamming the wall, but hythlodaeus can hardly bring himself to care, not when his mind is filled with hot, rolling fog, his body thrumming, electric. soon enough there is nothing left but raw sensation, the pound of hades' cock into his body, the jolt of pleasure every time he strikes that sweet, tender spot within him.
he won't hold out much longer. he can't. they've been teasing at this all morning, and no amount of knuckle-biting will hold back his pleasure soon enough. ]
Hades --
[ he calls, pleading and deep, his voice gone rough with pleasure, the word bracketed by sharp, gulping gasps. ]
Hades, I - I'm --
[ in the end, hythlodaeus does not even need a hand on himself to come. all at once his body tenses, sleek muscle rippling as he cries out, one hand snagging the bedpost, white-knuckled, the other grasping for hades hand at his hip, fingernails biting deep enough to leave red welts, if not deep enough to break skin. he's lost, lost in the sensation as he comes, thick and hot against his belly, his cock jerking, his face tight with absolute, simple, uncomplicated pleasure. a shudder runs through his body, gooseflesh rising on his skin, and hythlodaeus is unmade. ]