[The times Hades has seen him like this are beyond counting, and yet it is no less thrilling for it. Every shudder, every twitch, every ripple of muscle, every desperate plea— to watch the one he loves come so completely undone is a joy in and of itself. It is simple, pure, and it is always beautiful.
Even as the welts begin to raise, he pulls his hand free from Hythlodaeus' grasp only to grab seize it for himself, his own grip tight and unflinching, as though offering his partner a lifeline. The sight of him covered in his own essence is too much, and knowing his lover is sated, Hades allows his own self-control to crumble to pieces.
A ragged groan escapes him as he bends his head forward, pupils blown as his gaze becomes fixed on the evidence of his lover's release, and his rough pace becomes erratic as he chases his own, at last allowing pleasure to roll through him unhindered, no longer concerned with the fulfillment of Hythlodaeus' request, only the sense of completion that comes when the both of them are spent and collapsed, limbs entangled with one another.]
Hythlodaeus—
[His love, his whole heart in this strange new world. His breath is uneven, his voice strained, but at last he breaks, his furious pace stuttering towards a halt as he peaks at last. It is a rather more restrained display than Hythlodaeus' own, though the man sets an impossibly high bar for such things. Every muscle in his body pulls tight in the moments before he tips over that edge, bending over his lover's debauched form, a low, primal and utterly satisfied moan piercing the air between them as spends himself inside, his grip on both Hythlodaeus' hip and hand now hard enough to bruise as he thrusts his way through his release, bent on emptying himself completely.]
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Even as the welts begin to raise, he pulls his hand free from Hythlodaeus' grasp only to grab seize it for himself, his own grip tight and unflinching, as though offering his partner a lifeline. The sight of him covered in his own essence is too much, and knowing his lover is sated, Hades allows his own self-control to crumble to pieces.
A ragged groan escapes him as he bends his head forward, pupils blown as his gaze becomes fixed on the evidence of his lover's release, and his rough pace becomes erratic as he chases his own, at last allowing pleasure to roll through him unhindered, no longer concerned with the fulfillment of Hythlodaeus' request, only the sense of completion that comes when the both of them are spent and collapsed, limbs entangled with one another.]
Hythlodaeus—
[His love, his whole heart in this strange new world. His breath is uneven, his voice strained, but at last he breaks, his furious pace stuttering towards a halt as he peaks at last. It is a rather more restrained display than Hythlodaeus' own, though the man sets an impossibly high bar for such things. Every muscle in his body pulls tight in the moments before he tips over that edge, bending over his lover's debauched form, a low, primal and utterly satisfied moan piercing the air between them as spends himself inside, his grip on both Hythlodaeus' hip and hand now hard enough to bruise as he thrusts his way through his release, bent on emptying himself completely.]