[ for all hythlodaeus loves a good, rough fucking, he enjoys the sweet aftercare just as much, and especially after so very long, being touched by hades so tenderly.. it feels so perfect, and hythlodaeus finds he is leaning into it like a man starved. all those years on the moon, untouched and wandering, lost, dulled, had taken their toll, and like as not it will be a long time before he can bear to be apart from hades for too long, before he isn't drinking in every touched as if deathly parched.
so when hades steps into the shower behind him and presses near, hythlodaeus allows nearly all of his weight to sink back into hades' arms, his violet eyes fluttering closed when his lover peppers sweet kisses to his jaw and neck, where he is already so tender and sensitive. hythlodaeus shivers and hums, a smile curving his mouth, while hades attends to his braid. or what is left of it. ]
No. It's perfect.
[ he purrs, low and soft and fond, his chest constricting with sweet warmth. they have fallen back into this with such ease, as if no time has passed at all, as if everything is exactly as it was.
deeply inhaling the steaming air, hythlodaeus lifts his hands to card his fingers through his own hair once the braid is unwound, shaking it free until it tumbles wildly around his shoulders. a mess, indeed.. ]
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so when hades steps into the shower behind him and presses near, hythlodaeus allows nearly all of his weight to sink back into hades' arms, his violet eyes fluttering closed when his lover peppers sweet kisses to his jaw and neck, where he is already so tender and sensitive. hythlodaeus shivers and hums, a smile curving his mouth, while hades attends to his braid. or what is left of it. ]
No. It's perfect.
[ he purrs, low and soft and fond, his chest constricting with sweet warmth. they have fallen back into this with such ease, as if no time has passed at all, as if everything is exactly as it was.
deeply inhaling the steaming air, hythlodaeus lifts his hands to card his fingers through his own hair once the braid is unwound, shaking it free until it tumbles wildly around his shoulders. a mess, indeed.. ]