He lets out a dramatic sigh that fades out into a low laugh, rumbling through his chest as he tugs Hythlodaeus into another kiss, demanding another taste. Leave it to his partner to know precisely how to diffuse any tension— though in truth, this was an inevitability. If they were going to spend the bulk of this 'beautiful day' in bed, then they would certainly be making the most of it.]
Always so demanding.
[Some things really don't ever change. He slaps one hand against his partner's rear with intent, a teasing admonishment that immediately lends to him smoothing his touch over its curve.]
I don't know. You roused me from sleep before I was ready. I might be too tired.
[He can say that all he wants, but Hythlodaeus' attentions had already begun to draw the desired reaction from him some time ago, and there's no denying that.]
hythlodaeus can't help a merry laugh, as he leans in to nuzzle his nose alongside hades', sweet and affectionate. ]
Is that so?
[ he hmms under his breath, one hand slipping away from hades' jaw to slide down his abdomen, slim fingers tracing the shape of his cock, which, indeed, seems very much awake. or at least, waking up. good morning, little hades!! ]
You certainly do not feel very tired.. in fact, I daresay you are positively vigorous.
Though committed to his efforts to be difficult, he can't help but let out a soft groan as that sweetly familiar touch teasingly finds its way downwards to where his own body betrays him, his breath hitching softly.]
Vigorous may be something of an understatement.
[Perhaps at the moment, but certainly not for long, given that his cock had already been at half-mast and is quite clearly responding to his partner's continued attention. After so many long and miserably lonely years apart, one might think that he would set aside this game of lazily playing hard-to-get, but instead, it stands as a testament to just how at ease he feels here, Hythlodaeus sprawled on top of him and affectionately coaxing.
Amaurot is long gone, but this, these moments, still feel like home.]
If you're going to be so very insufferable about it, I suppose I might have no choice...
[He lets out a soft hmm of his own as he claims another kiss before he steadily begins to trail them towards his jaw, nudging Hythlodaeus' remaining hand aside as he works his way back towards his ear with measured deliberation.]
[ hades' constant game of emotional and physical cat and mouse is simply a part of their dynamic, it feels comfortable and familiar, and so hythlodaeus can hardly complain. when it matters, they spill what is in their hearts, and that is all that counts, really. the rest of the time they can play, and flirt, and tease, as is their wont. ]
Of course I am going to be insufferable about it.
[ hades will feel the smile that curves his mouth, even as he's turning his head to grant further access to his long neck. hythlodaeus is, of course, insufferable at every available opportunity, but hades is hardly any better, but he shall not complain when his lover's kisses trail so sweetly along his jaw.
already the heat is beginning to build, despite their rather intense session the night before - he never really could get enough of hades, and after thousands of years that certainly has not changed. hythlodaeus' slim fingers tease around the shape of hades' cock, dragging slowly from base to tip, smugly satisfied by the way he reacts so easily, played like a fiddle, though hythlodaeus is hardly unaffected. a smooth roll of his hips against hades' thigh earns a wave of heat and a soft, shuddering sigh. after so long, this still feels completely natural. ]
So, I think, you have little enough choice but to please me.
[He scoffs, even as he catches an earlobe between his teeth and gives it a tug, his grip on Hythlodaeus' ass tightening so that his fingers dig at him, a sharp contrast to his partner's own soft and teasing ministrations, though experience tells him he'll be met with the same in turn before long.]
Always demanding, always impatient.
[Childish, really, but that doesn't stop him from beginning to roughly kiss his way along the curve of his partner's neck, teeth sharply grazing against skin midway only for him to drag his tongue over that same spot before continuing downwards. It's getting much more difficult not to respond more bodily to Hythlodaeus' touch; his own hips roll upwards and he groans against the crook of his neck as his fingers teasingly drag against the tip, and the press of his partner's own hardening length against his thigh is full of promise.]
And what if I'm the one who wishes to be pleased?
[His words bear a sharp edge to them, murmured hotly against flushed skin, followed by a soft grunt and another open-mouthed kiss as he works his way towards Hythlodaeus' throat.]
[ hades' efforts earn a sharp intake of breath, an exhaled shuddered sigh - his throat has ever been sensitive, and hades has certainly not forgotten. the teasing touches of his fingers at last solidify into something more satisfying as they at last wrap around the heat of his cock, pulling in deep strokes from base to tip. ]
Then please you I shall..
[ for pleasing hades is, of course, always at the forefront of hythlodaeus' mind, however much he might endeavor to torment him. nothing could ever be more important than making him happy, most especially upon request.
and so hythlodaeus regrettably breaks from the attention to his throat, only to pull himself back more fully until he is sitting astride hades' lap, his hips rocking downward in a slow, measured roll. ever the peacock, hythlodaeus maintains eye contact while he arches his back, his hands now gliding open-palm over the strong ridges of hades' abdomen as he shakes his lilac hair freely over his shoulders. a smile, smug and knowing, curves his mouth, before he's opening one hand to drag his tongue flat against his palm, before dropping it to continue his work, stroking hades' cock to fullness. ]
What would the illustrious Emet-Selch have of me this beautiful morning?
[His concentrated efforts earn a low groan in response; for a moment, Hades' eyelids lower as his head tilts back, his adam's apple giving a sudden bob as he swallows hard. Something so simple has no right feeling as good as it does, but he responds readily, his cock growing eager in his partner's hand.
Something about Hythlodaeus' ability to hold and command his interest has always felt infinitely unfair.
He lifts his hooded gaze again just in time to see Hythlodaeus setting himself astride his hips; he watches him with intent, appreciative of his lover's inclination to play exhibitionist peacock despite what he might say otherwise. That measured roll of his hips earns another groan, louder this time, certainly a sound of approval, and Hades pulls his hands forward from where they had cupped at his rear, slowly moving them along the length of Hythlodaeus' thighs instead, one hand dipping lower to drag against the inside while still not quite managing to touch where he's certain his partner wants it most.
Naturally, he goes and ruins things by calling him that. The form of address gets a derisive snort in response. Must he?
He sighs, giving an exaggerated roll of his eyes, but his smile pulls wider now— certainly, Hythlodaeus has his cooperation as well as his attention.]
Perhaps remind me of what else that silver tongue of yours is capable of.
[ hythlodaeus certainly is something of a paradox, for all he is humble and self-deprecating he is also a preening peacock - but if he's honest, the validation excites him, and nothing matters more than pleasing hades. earning his attentions has ever been his greatest endeavor.
when he makes his request, hythlodaeus' smile sharpens at the edges, and he leans forward to press a soft kiss to hades' mouth before beginning his work. ]
As you wish..
[ slowly, measuredly, hythlodaeus begins to move down his body, dragging his mouth down hades' throat, scraping his teeth against the sharp ridge of his collarbone. down further, further, his tongue traces delicate patterns down hades' chest, teeth worrying at his nipple, then further, further still, down his abdomen, until hythlodaeus is low enough to glide his tongue along the dip of hades' hip, lavender hair dragging over his belly.
and then, maintaining eye-contact, he takes hades' cock in his hand and at last lowers his head to drag his tongue along the underside, from root to tip, before closing his warm, wet mouth around his lover's cock. ]
[He leans into that last kiss before they part, his own actions betraying his sharp words, the press of his lips soft and heartfelt and entirely at odds with the barbs he's offered in response to Hythlodaeus' admittedly unnecessary wheedling. They part, and his breath hitches with the promise of what's to come, golden eyes unflinching fixed on his partner, possessive and unwilling to miss even a moment.
Hythlodaeus' movements are almost agonizingly slow, building anticipation with each kiss and scrape. Every effort is rewarded, no matter how small; soft grunts and sighs of encouragement as Hades tangles his own long fingers into lavender hair, now falling loosely from its braid, his grip curling tight enough to tug as his lover moves steadily lower, marking his path with lips and tongue and teeth.]
You are perfect.
[The appraisal is near breathless, eye contact never broken for a moment as he props himself up on one arm to watch his partner with intent, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath of anticipation. The temptation to close his eyes as he feels the wicked drag of Hythlodaeus' tongue along his length is strong, but he manages to resist, swallowing instead, and he feels his mouth suddenly go dry with wanting as a shudder rolls through him from the base of his spine upwards.
He can neither say nor think anything further before he feels himself drawn into the warm, wet and perfect heat of his lover's mouth; he lets out a strained, half-choked moan of deepest pleasure as his grip in Hythlodaeus' hair pulls tighter and he has to resist the urge to roll his hips upwards and push deeper into his mouth. More will come— and of the two of them, he has always been the one gifted with patience.]
[ hythlodaeus rightly thrives on hades' attentions, and the weight of his lover's gaze only urges him to perform better, to earn that scrutiny and always find himself living up to hades' expectations.
he also cannot lie, this is certainly one of his favorite, ahem, recreational activities, for bringing his lover pleasure, in any form, is his greatest contribution to their star. his support does not end at the bedroom door. hades' rough moan and the tightening of his hand in lilac hair is all the encouragement hythlodaeus could ever need.
and so he sets about his work with glorious aplomb, his hands smoothing along the sensitive skin of hades' inner thighs, fingernails teasing at the seams of his hips, while his head bobs, pulling hades cock further and further into his mouth until he has him swallowed straight to the hilt, his tongue arching against the underside of hades' length. hythlodaeus remembers the taste of him entirely, remembers exactly what he likes, what pace, how much teasing is the right amount of teasing - none of it has escaped his memory. ]
[It is as if no time has passed at all, despite the fact that it has been countless lifetimes since they've had this opportunity— there are many things that time erodes, but love and all its trappings are not among them, not for them.
Truly, it is a marvelous thing to watch, the way Hythlodaeus enthusiastically sets about his task, and despite his desire not to miss a single moment of it, he cannot help but allow his head to drop back as an open and wanton moan escapes him, a low sound drawn out by his lover's clever tongue and attentive efforts. Even swallowed to his very hilt, his control slips; he rolls his hips once to press himself yet deeper, despite the fact that there's not much further to go, the tugging of hair pulling Hythlodaeus' head slightly to one side, his own breath now sharp and ragged.
There are worse ways to start the morning, he decides.]
[ there are certainly worse ways to start the morning, for hythlodaeus enjoys giving as much as receiving. more, in fact. the feel of hades' cock in his mouth, the tug of his hair, the way hades' hips arch, and the sounds he makes - sweet heavens, it's enough to make hythlodaeus' body feel tight all over, a jolt of pleasure striking between his thighs.
rolling his hips down against the bedsheets, hythlodaeus groans softly around his lover's cock, drawing back just enough to give more attention to the tip, tracing the ridge with his tongue, tasting the sweet salt there. his fingernails bite deep into the tender skin of hades' inner thighs, dragging slowly, leaving red welts in their wake. ]
You taste just like I remember..
[ his words murmured gusts along the underside of his cock as he drags his tongue there again, before closing his mouth fully around it once more, this time with far less gentle patience and far more gusto. ]
[He can feel that roll of the hips through the mattress as it shifts beneath them, knows that Hythlodaeus is enjoying the act itself just as much as he is— that has always been his way, to take deep satisfaction in being able to please others, and Hades has long learned to reward him in kind for just generosity.
His hold loosens only slightly, lavender hair slipping through his long fingers, and he lets out a guttural noise of approval as fingernails bite into his flesh and he feels the beginnings of the marks they leave. He takes a deep breath to steady himself, one that ends in another moan as Hythlodaeus offers his assessment.]
As if no time has passed.
[That is to say, he feels quite the same on his end, though the words themselves come short and clipped as he fights for breath. Hythlodaeus' mouth is on him again without hesitation, more insistent this time, and now he truly does struggle to keep himself still, letting out a soft grunt of appreciation as he rocks his hips upwards to steadily thrust into his lover's mouth, aching to press against the back of his throat.]
as if hades has to ask. those hips rock upward, and hythlodaeus only lowers his head further, as far as he possibly can, until he has swallowed hades to the hilt, pulling him easily in his throat. hythlodaeus has had millennia to perfect his act, to train out his gag reflex, and so he has no issue taking him in, his mouth and throat wet and warm.
when he lifts his head to breathe, hythlodaeus' face is flushed and warm, his pupils blown wide, his lips wet, reddened. ]
Remember when I would wake you up like this?
[ he says, his smile curling coyly before he's dipping to swallow him again, his left hand clinging hard to hades hip, while his right slips down between his own legs to take his own neglected cock in hand. ]
[Such moments were seared into his memory, endured throughout the ages— a million little things that reminded him of what he, personally, had been forced to leave behind, moments in time he would carry with him always.
He swallows thickly as he lifts his head in time to see Hythlodaeus reach to take himself in hand, and he lets out a soft tsk to chide him, only to be cut off as another generous swallow and tease of his tongue draw another full-bodied groan from him.
He collapses against the pillow, giving his lover's hair a sharp tug once more to guide him upwards.]
Come here.
[As perfect as this is, as tempted as he feels to let his partner work him to completion— or better yet, take matters into his own hands to speed things along— he would much rather touch him. They'd gone far too long without being able to do so. He's not going to pass up the opportunity now.]
[ content as he is to suck hades entirely, devastatingly dry, he certainly won't complain about the tug to his hair to yank him upwards, either. even that little growled command kindles excitement in hythlodaeus' belly. ]
So demanding..
[ he purrs, dipping to drag his tongue flat along hades' belly before he's climbing back up his body again, astride his lap, though this time he leans forward so that their bodies are flush, so he can bump his nose to hades' and kiss his mouth, slow and soft, the taste of his cock still clinging to hythlodaeus' lips. with a soft hum and another agonizingly slow rock of his hips, he drags his mouth over the crest of hades' cheek. ]
Then what would you have of me now, my love?
[ at least he didn't call him the esteemed emet-selch this time.. ]
[As Hythlodaeus straddles him, Hades himself leans up to meet that kiss, taking his face in both hands and letting his nails lightly dig into his partner's temple as he pulls him in deeper, tasting himself on his lover's lips and tongue and deepening the kiss until it becomes something fit to drown them both, until they have no choice but to break for breath. That slow roll of his hips is brutal in its temptation, but fortunately for the both of them, there is nothing to stop either of them seizing what they want.
Hades dips his head to press another kiss against Hythlodaeus' neck, this time with the sharp press of teeth, and he allows one hand to snake down between the two of them as he brings up one leg to rest against his companion's hip, lightly locking him in place as he, at last, skims his fingers along the length of his lover's cock, letting out a long, slow exhale of breath as a smile curls at one corner of his mouth, still pressed against flesh.]
Some semblance of equality, and nothing more.
[Even as he says so, his touch curls around the shaft of Hythlodaeus' eager cock and holds it flush against his own, still slick from the other man's enthusiastic attentions, and he begins to take the both of them in slow strokes all at once, letting out another bodily sigh of appreciation as he does so, the build of friction between them slow and sweet and steady.
They've been given the gift of time. He intends to enjoy it.]
[ a dangerous question indeed, and one that hythlodaeus does not want to answer, given the sudden sour look on his face.
but he can hardly stay angry for long, not when it has been so very long, not when he has hades here, flush against him, after twelve-thousand long years of isolation. this is all he has ever wanted, all he has ever loved. azem may be lost to them, but at the very least they are afforded this chance, this opportunity to simply.. live. ]
Hmm..
[ he hums, his brow knit thoughtfully while he rolls his options over in his mind, before his gaze flicks toward the nightstand, where still sits an unassuming little glass bottle half-filled with clear oil. it's difficult to want to move at all when hades is working them so expertly, and for several long moments hythlodaeus rocks his hips forward again, and again, his cock sliding against his lover's, against hades' palm. it would be easy enough to get off this way alone.
but he wants more, he always wants more.
at last he reaches for the bottle, flicking the cork off with his thumb and pouring a generous amount onto his fingers before he's sitting back upward again, still astride hades' hips. ]
I want you to watch me..
[ he says, his hooded eyes fixed to hades' face as his slick fingers glide over his own hip and behind himself, pressing carefully into his body. the intrusion is welcome but sudden, and hythlodaeus gasps, tensing, his cock twitching as his fingers sink in deeper, carefully, gently. he knows his own body, how to open himself up, how to curl his fingers just right to hit that sweet, sweet spot. ]
[Well, hardly the sort of demands he would expect Hythlodaeus to make at this hour despite the fact that they've not yet had breakfast, but one he is quite glad to be able to meet. That sour look of his is hardly lost on Hades; it doesn't last, but he knows full well what it means, remembers how very resistant Hythlodaeus often is to having his own needs taken into consideration.
Fortunately for the both of them, what they each want in this particular instance is more.
He groans his approval, rolling his own hips to match Hythlodaeus' own movements, keeping them both held firm in his grasp, each stroke steady, attentive, a way to further the build of heat and friction and stem the tide until they allow themselves that more they both crave. Indeed, it would be a simple enough task to finish this way, but he longs for something greater, a sense of joining and completion after countless lifetimes apart.
They have not regained everything they have lost, but that they have each other once more is enough. It is more than enough. A gift he had neither expected, nor does he believe himself to deserve, but he will not waste it. It is simply not in his nature.
He watches his partner intently, his aurum gaze now heavy with lust, pupils blown, and as requested, he does not look away— he drinks in every movement of Hytholdaeus' lithe form, every twitch and subtle shift of his expression, and feels something thick at the back of his throat as he feels the heat of desire bolt through his own belly at what this promises.]
Well, how can I not when you're so intent on putting on a show?
[ it takes only a handful of seconds before hythlodaeus is flushed and needy - it's quite easy to know how to touch oneself, after all, far easier than learning how to touch another. he knows what he likes, he knows what feels good, how to curl his fingers just so, how to prepare himself. ]
Well you did ask me what I wanted..
[ he says through rasping breaths, his heartbeat kicking into his throat, his entire body tightening around his bones. he groans, sliding his slick fingers deeper still with a sharp gasp. hades certainly can't have it both ways, when he explicitly asked hythlodaeus to take his pleasures into his own hands! though maybe he didn't expect it to be quite so literal. still, there is little enough that hythlodaeus loves more than pleasing hades, than being seen by him, receiving his attentions, and feeling worthy of it.
regardless, he wants more. he speaks through stilted breaths. ]
[He runs one hand smoothly down the length of Hythlodaeus' leg from his hip before shifting his angle and letting his touch trail up the inside of his thigh, towards his groin, and he proceeds to prop himself once more, his strokes slowing to a stop only so that he can take hold of both his hips and give him a sharp tug forward, forcing him into his lap as he shifts beneath him.]
That is a request I will gladly oblige.
[Not that he had asked, but it was a near enough thing— and even at this hour, he can feel his own patience beginning to wane. Seeing Hythlodaeus in such a state had made his blood run hot, as it always did, for no matter how much he feigns protest, there were very few things Hythlodaeus could do that he would not find incredibly tempting.
He threads his fingers into the slender man's hair and yanks him forward into a rough and searing kiss, hot and demanding in its own right, full of the greed he had made an effort to veil until now.]
Get on your back.
[A command, rather than a request, murmured harshly against his lips, a vain attempt at pretending he has any control in this relationship, but he suspects Hythlodaeus will comply regardless.]
[ the growled command makes his belly tighten with anticipation, and hythlodaeus smiles for him, worrying his lower lip between his teeth before he obliges without question. hythlodaeus absolutely has all of the control, but it excites him when hades gets greedy and possessive, so he will allow this change for now. next time, it will be different.
though he will certainly miss the view.
sliding off of hades' lap, hythlodaeus rolls into his back, his hair wild against the pillow, his eyelids lowered, his smile knowing. he can hardly stand not to be touching hades, so he slips his hand over his lover's chest and down his belly, his breath quick, lips still red and wet from his work, and hades' hard, brutal kisses. ]
Will this satisfy you?
[ he purrs, heat coiling in his gut. gods, he can hardly wait. ]
[They're hardly separated for long; the moment Hythlodaeus falls back against the pillow, he pushes himself to his knees and quickly insinuates himself between his lover's legs, running his hands down the smooth expanse of his chest, the ridges of his ribs and abdomen, then seizes him by the hips and gives him another sharp tug, pulling him forward, upward, so that they're flush against one another.]
As much as anything does, hm?
[After all this time, certainly he is expected to play the part of impossible-to-please, even if they both know it to be an utter farce. His heavily-lidded gaze and the knowing curl of his lips tell the truth as he looks over his partner's sprawled form, lingering on those swollen lips, his wild hair— he looks utterly debauched, and it is as though a bolt of lightning lances through him, already impossibly hard with wanting and now positively aching for what comes next.
He takes his own turn with the vial that Hythlodaeus had made such efficient use of, allowing it to pool in his own hand before he takes hold and begins to slick his own cock with slow, deliberate stroke, refusing to let eye contact falter for even a moment as he releases his hold on Hythlodaeus' hips, letting him slump back hard against the bed as he lowers a hand to tease at his entrance with one thumb.]
Until you're blind, you said. I hope you realize what you've asked for.
[ he says, breathless, as hades' eyes meet his own, maintaining eye contact while he slicks up his cock, while he snags hythlodaeus' hips and tugs them roughly forward. sweet heavens but he loves it, being manhandled, being rough. last night had been sweet and loving, but this? there's no need to be now that they have reconnected, and hades' harsh treatment earns him only sweet sounds and desperate anticipation. but he does not look away from those golden eyes, enraptured as he is by hades' handsome face, what he had thought he had lost forever.
but he does, in fact, know what he is asking for, and he knows hades well enough to know what he will give it. neither of them will be happy unless hythlodaeus needs a pillow to sit on for the rest of the day.
yet hades till teases him, his thumb slick against hythlodaeus' body, and he whines, twisting against the bedsheets, arching his back to press downward, wanting, needing. ]
[He has never had it in him to deny Hythlodaeus anything, for all he may protest. The man has had a hold on his heart for lifetimes beyond counting, and even more he had not been present for— and truly, there was nothing sweeter than these moments they spent together throughout the years, moments that were theirs alone. They have both gone far too long without, but they have no shortage of opportunity to make new memories, this very morning included.
Hades smiles down at him, and though there is adoration in his gaze, the turn of his mouth is sharp and knowing. That desperate plea of his goes straight to his cock, but teasing for any real length of time was not so much his inclination as it was Hythlodaeus' to begin with.]
As you wish.
[The wait is swiftly brought to an end. He ceases in toying at his partner's entrance and hooks an arm beneath his leg instead, hoisting it upwards to let it hang and provide himself with just the right angle for his designs. The press of his cock against that tight ring of muscle is full of both threat and promise, but he does not draw it out any further than it need be— he enters Hythlodaeus with a single sharp movement, a guttural sigh leaving him as he sinks in to the hilt and roughly pulls his lover flush against him once more.
He leaves him little time to adjust— mere moments— but he knows Hythlodaeus well enough to be certain that he'll need no more than that. The rhythm he starts is slow at first, steady, a deliberate build to something more, but gentle, it is not. Each thrust is sharp, forceful— not quite what Hythlodaeus had asked for, not yet, but his pace purposefully becomes more erratic as he builds speed, leaving his partner's cock untouched as he grips unkindly at his hips instead.
All the while, his gaze remains fixed on Hythlodaeus' face, those sinfully swollen lips, heat coiling deep within him and spurring each snap of his hips to become sharper, less forgiving.]
You should see yourself, Hythlodaeus.
[It's half sigh, half hiss— appreciative and wanton all at once.]
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He lets out a dramatic sigh that fades out into a low laugh, rumbling through his chest as he tugs Hythlodaeus into another kiss, demanding another taste. Leave it to his partner to know precisely how to diffuse any tension— though in truth, this was an inevitability. If they were going to spend the bulk of this 'beautiful day' in bed, then they would certainly be making the most of it.]
Always so demanding.
[Some things really don't ever change. He slaps one hand against his partner's rear with intent, a teasing admonishment that immediately lends to him smoothing his touch over its curve.]
I don't know. You roused me from sleep before I was ready. I might be too tired.
[He can say that all he wants, but Hythlodaeus' attentions had already begun to draw the desired reaction from him some time ago, and there's no denying that.]
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hythlodaeus can't help a merry laugh, as he leans in to nuzzle his nose alongside hades', sweet and affectionate. ]
Is that so?
[ he hmms under his breath, one hand slipping away from hades' jaw to slide down his abdomen, slim fingers tracing the shape of his cock, which, indeed, seems very much awake. or at least, waking up. good morning, little hades!! ]
You certainly do not feel very tired.. in fact, I daresay you are positively vigorous.
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Though committed to his efforts to be difficult, he can't help but let out a soft groan as that sweetly familiar touch teasingly finds its way downwards to where his own body betrays him, his breath hitching softly.]
Vigorous may be something of an understatement.
[Perhaps at the moment, but certainly not for long, given that his cock had already been at half-mast and is quite clearly responding to his partner's continued attention. After so many long and miserably lonely years apart, one might think that he would set aside this game of lazily playing hard-to-get, but instead, it stands as a testament to just how at ease he feels here, Hythlodaeus sprawled on top of him and affectionately coaxing.
Amaurot is long gone, but this, these moments, still feel like home.]
If you're going to be so very insufferable about it, I suppose I might have no choice...
[He lets out a soft hmm of his own as he claims another kiss before he steadily begins to trail them towards his jaw, nudging Hythlodaeus' remaining hand aside as he works his way back towards his ear with measured deliberation.]
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Of course I am going to be insufferable about it.
[ hades will feel the smile that curves his mouth, even as he's turning his head to grant further access to his long neck. hythlodaeus is, of course, insufferable at every available opportunity, but hades is hardly any better, but he shall not complain when his lover's kisses trail so sweetly along his jaw.
already the heat is beginning to build, despite their rather intense session the night before - he never really could get enough of hades, and after thousands of years that certainly has not changed. hythlodaeus' slim fingers tease around the shape of hades' cock, dragging slowly from base to tip, smugly satisfied by the way he reacts so easily, played like a fiddle, though hythlodaeus is hardly unaffected. a smooth roll of his hips against hades' thigh earns a wave of heat and a soft, shuddering sigh. after so long, this still feels completely natural. ]
So, I think, you have little enough choice but to please me.
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Always demanding, always impatient.
[Childish, really, but that doesn't stop him from beginning to roughly kiss his way along the curve of his partner's neck, teeth sharply grazing against skin midway only for him to drag his tongue over that same spot before continuing downwards. It's getting much more difficult not to respond more bodily to Hythlodaeus' touch; his own hips roll upwards and he groans against the crook of his neck as his fingers teasingly drag against the tip, and the press of his partner's own hardening length against his thigh is full of promise.]
And what if I'm the one who wishes to be pleased?
[His words bear a sharp edge to them, murmured hotly against flushed skin, followed by a soft grunt and another open-mouthed kiss as he works his way towards Hythlodaeus' throat.]
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Then please you I shall..
[ for pleasing hades is, of course, always at the forefront of hythlodaeus' mind, however much he might endeavor to torment him. nothing could ever be more important than making him happy, most especially upon request.
and so hythlodaeus regrettably breaks from the attention to his throat, only to pull himself back more fully until he is sitting astride hades' lap, his hips rocking downward in a slow, measured roll. ever the peacock, hythlodaeus maintains eye contact while he arches his back, his hands now gliding open-palm over the strong ridges of hades' abdomen as he shakes his lilac hair freely over his shoulders. a smile, smug and knowing, curves his mouth, before he's opening one hand to drag his tongue flat against his palm, before dropping it to continue his work, stroking hades' cock to fullness. ]
What would the illustrious Emet-Selch have of me this beautiful morning?
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Something about Hythlodaeus' ability to hold and command his interest has always felt infinitely unfair.
He lifts his hooded gaze again just in time to see Hythlodaeus setting himself astride his hips; he watches him with intent, appreciative of his lover's inclination to play exhibitionist peacock despite what he might say otherwise. That measured roll of his hips earns another groan, louder this time, certainly a sound of approval, and Hades pulls his hands forward from where they had cupped at his rear, slowly moving them along the length of Hythlodaeus' thighs instead, one hand dipping lower to drag against the inside while still not quite managing to touch where he's certain his partner wants it most.
Naturally, he goes and ruins things by calling him that. The form of address gets a derisive snort in response. Must he?
He sighs, giving an exaggerated roll of his eyes, but his smile pulls wider now— certainly, Hythlodaeus has his cooperation as well as his attention.]
Perhaps remind me of what else that silver tongue of yours is capable of.
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when he makes his request, hythlodaeus' smile sharpens at the edges, and he leans forward to press a soft kiss to hades' mouth before beginning his work. ]
As you wish..
[ slowly, measuredly, hythlodaeus begins to move down his body, dragging his mouth down hades' throat, scraping his teeth against the sharp ridge of his collarbone. down further, further, his tongue traces delicate patterns down hades' chest, teeth worrying at his nipple, then further, further still, down his abdomen, until hythlodaeus is low enough to glide his tongue along the dip of hades' hip, lavender hair dragging over his belly.
and then, maintaining eye-contact, he takes hades' cock in his hand and at last lowers his head to drag his tongue along the underside, from root to tip, before closing his warm, wet mouth around his lover's cock. ]
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Hythlodaeus' movements are almost agonizingly slow, building anticipation with each kiss and scrape. Every effort is rewarded, no matter how small; soft grunts and sighs of encouragement as Hades tangles his own long fingers into lavender hair, now falling loosely from its braid, his grip curling tight enough to tug as his lover moves steadily lower, marking his path with lips and tongue and teeth.]
You are perfect.
[The appraisal is near breathless, eye contact never broken for a moment as he props himself up on one arm to watch his partner with intent, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath of anticipation. The temptation to close his eyes as he feels the wicked drag of Hythlodaeus' tongue along his length is strong, but he manages to resist, swallowing instead, and he feels his mouth suddenly go dry with wanting as a shudder rolls through him from the base of his spine upwards.
He can neither say nor think anything further before he feels himself drawn into the warm, wet and perfect heat of his lover's mouth; he lets out a strained, half-choked moan of deepest pleasure as his grip in Hythlodaeus' hair pulls tighter and he has to resist the urge to roll his hips upwards and push deeper into his mouth. More will come— and of the two of them, he has always been the one gifted with patience.]
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he also cannot lie, this is certainly one of his favorite, ahem, recreational activities, for bringing his lover pleasure, in any form, is his greatest contribution to their star. his support does not end at the bedroom door. hades' rough moan and the tightening of his hand in lilac hair is all the encouragement hythlodaeus could ever need.
and so he sets about his work with glorious aplomb, his hands smoothing along the sensitive skin of hades' inner thighs, fingernails teasing at the seams of his hips, while his head bobs, pulling hades cock further and further into his mouth until he has him swallowed straight to the hilt, his tongue arching against the underside of hades' length. hythlodaeus remembers the taste of him entirely, remembers exactly what he likes, what pace, how much teasing is the right amount of teasing - none of it has escaped his memory. ]
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Truly, it is a marvelous thing to watch, the way Hythlodaeus enthusiastically sets about his task, and despite his desire not to miss a single moment of it, he cannot help but allow his head to drop back as an open and wanton moan escapes him, a low sound drawn out by his lover's clever tongue and attentive efforts. Even swallowed to his very hilt, his control slips; he rolls his hips once to press himself yet deeper, despite the fact that there's not much further to go, the tugging of hair pulling Hythlodaeus' head slightly to one side, his own breath now sharp and ragged.
There are worse ways to start the morning, he decides.]
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rolling his hips down against the bedsheets, hythlodaeus groans softly around his lover's cock, drawing back just enough to give more attention to the tip, tracing the ridge with his tongue, tasting the sweet salt there. his fingernails bite deep into the tender skin of hades' inner thighs, dragging slowly, leaving red welts in their wake. ]
You taste just like I remember..
[ his words murmured gusts along the underside of his cock as he drags his tongue there again, before closing his mouth fully around it once more, this time with far less gentle patience and far more gusto. ]
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His hold loosens only slightly, lavender hair slipping through his long fingers, and he lets out a guttural noise of approval as fingernails bite into his flesh and he feels the beginnings of the marks they leave. He takes a deep breath to steady himself, one that ends in another moan as Hythlodaeus offers his assessment.]
As if no time has passed.
[That is to say, he feels quite the same on his end, though the words themselves come short and clipped as he fights for breath. Hythlodaeus' mouth is on him again without hesitation, more insistent this time, and now he truly does struggle to keep himself still, letting out a soft grunt of appreciation as he rocks his hips upwards to steadily thrust into his lover's mouth, aching to press against the back of his throat.]
More.
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as if hades has to ask. those hips rock upward, and hythlodaeus only lowers his head further, as far as he possibly can, until he has swallowed hades to the hilt, pulling him easily in his throat. hythlodaeus has had millennia to perfect his act, to train out his gag reflex, and so he has no issue taking him in, his mouth and throat wet and warm.
when he lifts his head to breathe, hythlodaeus' face is flushed and warm, his pupils blown wide, his lips wet, reddened. ]
Remember when I would wake you up like this?
[ he says, his smile curling coyly before he's dipping to swallow him again, his left hand clinging hard to hades hip, while his right slips down between his own legs to take his own neglected cock in hand. ]
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How could I possibly forget?
[Such moments were seared into his memory, endured throughout the ages— a million little things that reminded him of what he, personally, had been forced to leave behind, moments in time he would carry with him always.
He swallows thickly as he lifts his head in time to see Hythlodaeus reach to take himself in hand, and he lets out a soft tsk to chide him, only to be cut off as another generous swallow and tease of his tongue draw another full-bodied groan from him.
He collapses against the pillow, giving his lover's hair a sharp tug once more to guide him upwards.]
Come here.
[As perfect as this is, as tempted as he feels to let his partner work him to completion— or better yet, take matters into his own hands to speed things along— he would much rather touch him. They'd gone far too long without being able to do so. He's not going to pass up the opportunity now.]
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So demanding..
[ he purrs, dipping to drag his tongue flat along hades' belly before he's climbing back up his body again, astride his lap, though this time he leans forward so that their bodies are flush, so he can bump his nose to hades' and kiss his mouth, slow and soft, the taste of his cock still clinging to hythlodaeus' lips. with a soft hum and another agonizingly slow rock of his hips, he drags his mouth over the crest of hades' cheek. ]
Then what would you have of me now, my love?
[ at least he didn't call him the esteemed emet-selch this time.. ]
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[As Hythlodaeus straddles him, Hades himself leans up to meet that kiss, taking his face in both hands and letting his nails lightly dig into his partner's temple as he pulls him in deeper, tasting himself on his lover's lips and tongue and deepening the kiss until it becomes something fit to drown them both, until they have no choice but to break for breath. That slow roll of his hips is brutal in its temptation, but fortunately for the both of them, there is nothing to stop either of them seizing what they want.
Hades dips his head to press another kiss against Hythlodaeus' neck, this time with the sharp press of teeth, and he allows one hand to snake down between the two of them as he brings up one leg to rest against his companion's hip, lightly locking him in place as he, at last, skims his fingers along the length of his lover's cock, letting out a long, slow exhale of breath as a smile curls at one corner of his mouth, still pressed against flesh.]
Some semblance of equality, and nothing more.
[Even as he says so, his touch curls around the shaft of Hythlodaeus' eager cock and holds it flush against his own, still slick from the other man's enthusiastic attentions, and he begins to take the both of them in slow strokes all at once, letting out another bodily sigh of appreciation as he does so, the build of friction between them slow and sweet and steady.
They've been given the gift of time. He intends to enjoy it.]
What is it that you want, hm?
[A dangerous question, he knows.]
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but he can hardly stay angry for long, not when it has been so very long, not when he has hades here, flush against him, after twelve-thousand long years of isolation. this is all he has ever wanted, all he has ever loved. azem may be lost to them, but at the very least they are afforded this chance, this opportunity to simply.. live. ]
Hmm..
[ he hums, his brow knit thoughtfully while he rolls his options over in his mind, before his gaze flicks toward the nightstand, where still sits an unassuming little glass bottle half-filled with clear oil. it's difficult to want to move at all when hades is working them so expertly, and for several long moments hythlodaeus rocks his hips forward again, and again, his cock sliding against his lover's, against hades' palm. it would be easy enough to get off this way alone.
but he wants more, he always wants more.
at last he reaches for the bottle, flicking the cork off with his thumb and pouring a generous amount onto his fingers before he's sitting back upward again, still astride hades' hips. ]
I want you to watch me..
[ he says, his hooded eyes fixed to hades' face as his slick fingers glide over his own hip and behind himself, pressing carefully into his body. the intrusion is welcome but sudden, and hythlodaeus gasps, tensing, his cock twitching as his fingers sink in deeper, carefully, gently. he knows his own body, how to open himself up, how to curl his fingers just right to hit that sweet, sweet spot. ]
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Fortunately for the both of them, what they each want in this particular instance is more.
He groans his approval, rolling his own hips to match Hythlodaeus' own movements, keeping them both held firm in his grasp, each stroke steady, attentive, a way to further the build of heat and friction and stem the tide until they allow themselves that more they both crave. Indeed, it would be a simple enough task to finish this way, but he longs for something greater, a sense of joining and completion after countless lifetimes apart.
They have not regained everything they have lost, but that they have each other once more is enough. It is more than enough. A gift he had neither expected, nor does he believe himself to deserve, but he will not waste it. It is simply not in his nature.
He watches his partner intently, his aurum gaze now heavy with lust, pupils blown, and as requested, he does not look away— he drinks in every movement of Hytholdaeus' lithe form, every twitch and subtle shift of his expression, and feels something thick at the back of his throat as he feels the heat of desire bolt through his own belly at what this promises.]
Well, how can I not when you're so intent on putting on a show?
[Peacock.]
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Well you did ask me what I wanted..
[ he says through rasping breaths, his heartbeat kicking into his throat, his entire body tightening around his bones. he groans, sliding his slick fingers deeper still with a sharp gasp. hades certainly can't have it both ways, when he explicitly asked hythlodaeus to take his pleasures into his own hands! though maybe he didn't expect it to be quite so literal. still, there is little enough that hythlodaeus loves more than pleasing hades, than being seen by him, receiving his attentions, and feeling worthy of it.
regardless, he wants more. he speaks through stilted breaths. ]
And now.. I want you to fuck me blind.
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That is a request I will gladly oblige.
[Not that he had asked, but it was a near enough thing— and even at this hour, he can feel his own patience beginning to wane. Seeing Hythlodaeus in such a state had made his blood run hot, as it always did, for no matter how much he feigns protest, there were very few things Hythlodaeus could do that he would not find incredibly tempting.
He threads his fingers into the slender man's hair and yanks him forward into a rough and searing kiss, hot and demanding in its own right, full of the greed he had made an effort to veil until now.]
Get on your back.
[A command, rather than a request, murmured harshly against his lips, a vain attempt at pretending he has any control in this relationship, but he suspects Hythlodaeus will comply regardless.]
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though he will certainly miss the view.
sliding off of hades' lap, hythlodaeus rolls into his back, his hair wild against the pillow, his eyelids lowered, his smile knowing. he can hardly stand not to be touching hades, so he slips his hand over his lover's chest and down his belly, his breath quick, lips still red and wet from his work, and hades' hard, brutal kisses. ]
Will this satisfy you?
[ he purrs, heat coiling in his gut. gods, he can hardly wait. ]
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As much as anything does, hm?
[After all this time, certainly he is expected to play the part of impossible-to-please, even if they both know it to be an utter farce. His heavily-lidded gaze and the knowing curl of his lips tell the truth as he looks over his partner's sprawled form, lingering on those swollen lips, his wild hair— he looks utterly debauched, and it is as though a bolt of lightning lances through him, already impossibly hard with wanting and now positively aching for what comes next.
He takes his own turn with the vial that Hythlodaeus had made such efficient use of, allowing it to pool in his own hand before he takes hold and begins to slick his own cock with slow, deliberate stroke, refusing to let eye contact falter for even a moment as he releases his hold on Hythlodaeus' hips, letting him slump back hard against the bed as he lowers a hand to tease at his entrance with one thumb.]
Until you're blind, you said. I hope you realize what you've asked for.
[Of course he does. He always does.]
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[ he says, breathless, as hades' eyes meet his own, maintaining eye contact while he slicks up his cock, while he snags hythlodaeus' hips and tugs them roughly forward. sweet heavens but he loves it, being manhandled, being rough. last night had been sweet and loving, but this? there's no need to be now that they have reconnected, and hades' harsh treatment earns him only sweet sounds and desperate anticipation. but he does not look away from those golden eyes, enraptured as he is by hades' handsome face, what he had thought he had lost forever.
but he does, in fact, know what he is asking for, and he knows hades well enough to know what he will give it. neither of them will be happy unless hythlodaeus needs a pillow to sit on for the rest of the day.
yet hades till teases him, his thumb slick against hythlodaeus' body, and he whines, twisting against the bedsheets, arching his back to press downward, wanting, needing. ]
Please --
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Hades smiles down at him, and though there is adoration in his gaze, the turn of his mouth is sharp and knowing. That desperate plea of his goes straight to his cock, but teasing for any real length of time was not so much his inclination as it was Hythlodaeus' to begin with.]
As you wish.
[The wait is swiftly brought to an end. He ceases in toying at his partner's entrance and hooks an arm beneath his leg instead, hoisting it upwards to let it hang and provide himself with just the right angle for his designs. The press of his cock against that tight ring of muscle is full of both threat and promise, but he does not draw it out any further than it need be— he enters Hythlodaeus with a single sharp movement, a guttural sigh leaving him as he sinks in to the hilt and roughly pulls his lover flush against him once more.
He leaves him little time to adjust— mere moments— but he knows Hythlodaeus well enough to be certain that he'll need no more than that. The rhythm he starts is slow at first, steady, a deliberate build to something more, but gentle, it is not. Each thrust is sharp, forceful— not quite what Hythlodaeus had asked for, not yet, but his pace purposefully becomes more erratic as he builds speed, leaving his partner's cock untouched as he grips unkindly at his hips instead.
All the while, his gaze remains fixed on Hythlodaeus' face, those sinfully swollen lips, heat coiling deep within him and spurring each snap of his hips to become sharper, less forgiving.]
You should see yourself, Hythlodaeus.
[It's half sigh, half hiss— appreciative and wanton all at once.]
What a picture you make...
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