[ hades may be more restrained, but he is nevertheless still beautiful to watch, his handsome face tight with impending bliss. they have done this so very many times that he knows when hades is ready, when he's about to come, and despite how broken hythlodaeus remains in this moment he still finds the wherewithal to open his eyes, to watch as hades finds his release.
it rushes, hot and thick into his body, the heat almost soothing for how well it lubricates the pound of hades' cock, and it certainly does well to amplify the aftershocks still rolling through his body. pleasure wells, ebbs and flows, pulsing through his beaten body with the thrumming of his pounding heart.
what could be better than this? this sweet bliss? this perfect, white-hot pleasure? this soul-deep connection between them? they fuck like needy young men, but beneath it all there is a deep and boundless love, a devotion far more gentle than the bruises and scrapes left on their bodies. in this moment hythlodaeus' heart swells with emotion that thickens at the back of his throat, and all at once his legs snap tight around hades' hips, his heavy arms lifting to circle around his shoulders. he pulls hades down, down against him in a tangled heap, his come slick between their bodies, hades' spent within him.
they're filthy, slick with sweat, the entire room smells of heat and sex, the sheets beneath them tangled and damp and all of it is perfect. ]
I love you..
[ he whispers, with his mouth dragging over hades' ear, his back arching away from the bed if only to be even closer to him, as close as he can possibly be. ]
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it rushes, hot and thick into his body, the heat almost soothing for how well it lubricates the pound of hades' cock, and it certainly does well to amplify the aftershocks still rolling through his body. pleasure wells, ebbs and flows, pulsing through his beaten body with the thrumming of his pounding heart.
what could be better than this? this sweet bliss? this perfect, white-hot pleasure? this soul-deep connection between them? they fuck like needy young men, but beneath it all there is a deep and boundless love, a devotion far more gentle than the bruises and scrapes left on their bodies. in this moment hythlodaeus' heart swells with emotion that thickens at the back of his throat, and all at once his legs snap tight around hades' hips, his heavy arms lifting to circle around his shoulders. he pulls hades down, down against him in a tangled heap, his come slick between their bodies, hades' spent within him.
they're filthy, slick with sweat, the entire room smells of heat and sex, the sheets beneath them tangled and damp and all of it is perfect. ]
I love you..
[ he whispers, with his mouth dragging over hades' ear, his back arching away from the bed if only to be even closer to him, as close as he can possibly be. ]
I love you..