[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.]
[ hades knows just what he wants, just how to provide, and thank the heavens he does not tease much further - after all that's happened, hythlodaeus surely cannot take it. he's so damned ready to be fucked.
and hades does not take his time. all at once he thrusts into hythlodaeus' body, and he arches with a sharp gasp, pain and pleasure lancing up his spine like a jolt of lightning. it aches, and burns, and it feels positively exquisite. hades gives him a few short moments to adjust which is, in fact, all he needs. hythlodaeus exhales slowly, relaxing his body until the pain ebbs and he's left only with the sweet, stretching feeling of being entirely filled.
and then hades begins to move. ]
Fuck --
[ he swears, the word a whisper on his lips as hythlodaeus raises his arms, one hand snagging the pillow and the other going for his mouth, biting down hard on his knuckles to ground himself. hades fucks into him harder, harder, hard enough to make the bed creak beneath their weight, and hythlodaeus can only arch his hips up to better receive him, each subsequent thrust earning a soft, muffled cry, his skin flushing hot, growing slick with a thin sheen of sweat.
when hades speaks, his violet eyes crack open, bleary and drunken, and he can't help a tremulous smile. ]
For your eyes only.
[ he murmurs, dragging his wet knuckle across his lip, his breath gusting hard. he can't help but preen a little at the compliment, like the great purple peacock he is, but it can hardly last when he's being fucked so well. with a groan, his eyes squeeze closed again, his face turning against the pillow. ]
[That Hades himself is able to remain as composed as he has while buried in the sweet, tight heat of being joined with his partner is a testament to his strength of will, if nothing else. His breath comes shorter as he watches his lover come undone beneath him, his now frenetic pace marked by a threatening creak of the bed beneath them each time he fucks into him, sharp, hard, unforgiving, and still Hythlodaeus wants more.
He always wants more, and Hades is more than happy to oblige— for even in his darkest hours, he has ever been devoted.]
Harder?
[He's goading, teasing him, but the word itself comes out breathless, his own gaze glazing over as he watches Hythlodaeus come apart piece by piece— the flush and sweat of his skin, that beautiful bite of his knuckles, and the sweet, sweet sounds he makes, muffled and perfect.
He gives him exactly what he asks for; the creaking beneath them continues as he sets a breakneck pace, matching it with force, the man beneath him all but bent and half as he, too, bends forward, feeling the strain of both their weight and clenching his jaw to ground himself in turn, leaving Hythlodaeus' hardened cock bobbing between them with each brutal thrust. Each push forward is met with a grunt, a sigh, a strangled noise of his own as he fights to keep his composure, even with the sweet, telltale pressure of release steadily building with him— but he's in no hurry, not until Hythlodaeus' collapses boneless beneath him and his legs go numb. Neither of them will be satisfied, otherwise.]
If you can walk before the day is out— [He struggles to get the words out now, panting hard,] I'll be insulted.
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[He all but collapses against Hythlodaeus' chest in the wake of his climax, raw and boneless and rung out, his fingers desperately weaving themselves into his lover's hair as Hythlodaeus pull him in close, tight. His eyes slam shut, his chest heaving, and he bows his head to drag his lips along the line of his partner's collarbone as he pants for breath.
The scent of the room is heady, thick; every part of him feels too heavy now that he has spent the last of himself. He remains buried inside of his partner as they become entangled, and as Hythlodaeus pulls his mouth over his ear, arches into him, presses impossibly closer, he finally finds his voice.]
I love you, too.
[His voice is raw and breathless, torn at the edges, but for once, he is sincere. There is not a hint of his usual jaded mockery, no cutting words, and he pulls himself together long enough to take Hythlodaeus' face in one hand, pressing their foreheads together before claiming his mouth in a deep kiss that borders on desperate, even with their needs now sated. It is more than that— more than the physical need, but need all the same.]
I missed you.
[Such words feel too small and too simple for the dept of what he feels, how incomplete his absence had left him.]
[ for the pleasurable, tender sweetness of the moment, those words break his heart. ]
I know.
[ his words come whispered against hades' lips, and hythlodaeus feels his chest constrict painfully. ]
Sometimes I wonder if I.. if I made the right choice..
[ he had felt such conviction in the moment, that offering himself to zodiark was the only way, the best thing he could possibly do for their people. compared with his peers, hythlodaeus is so very ordinary, with no power of any sort to wield in an attempt to forestall the final days. his life was the most valuable thing to have, and if half of them had to die in order for the rest to live.. why not him? what greater purpose could he possibly have served? he was not special. many more talented than he were sacrificed that day.
and yet without him, hades fractured, he became a monster comprised of twisted grief and pain and righteous fury, and if hythlodaeus had been there - perhaps.. perhaps things would have been..
hot tears creep into his eyes, and he sucks in a hard breath, sinking his fingers deep into hades' hair. he won't bring down the mood. he can't bring himself to say the words. ]
It does not matter. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.
[For a moment, he can say nothing— how can he rebuke that, tell Hythlodaeus he ought not dare to consider such a thing when he himself had, without quite meaning to, assigned him some responsibility for his own failings? It is, perhaps, worth thinking of what might have been different, had Hades not been left to shoulder his burden alone— but ultimately, it was pointless, and the responsibility was his.
He'd made his choices. It was, in fact, very likely that he would have made the very same choices if Hythlodaeus or Azem had remained at his side, because he had believed— believed that the cause was righteous, that the ends justified the means.
He exhales slowly against the crook of his lover's neck before summoning up the strength to shake his head, to tip his chin upwards to press a kiss against the smooth line of his jaw, even as he feels Hythlodaeus' grip tighten, a reflection of the desperation that Hades, himself, feels within him, desperation to remain in this moment, where the past and the future have no bearing, and it is only them.]
You did what your heart lead you to do, as you always have.
[What he believed to be right. In that, they were not so different, but Hythlodaeus had always been better than him. Loving. Generous.
He smiles faintly, bittersweet, and presses another kiss against his collarbone.]
For that, I am grateful.
[That he's here. That after everything, he's staying. Without him, there would be no Hades now, he thinks— only Emet-Selch, a mantle he finds himself eager to retire. If he is to have a place on this star at all, he knows that it is with Hythlodaeus.]
[ sweet hells, but hythlodaeus would have thought that he had gotten all of his tears out the previous night, when first they came together again after twelve-thousand long years. they had laughed, they had wept, they had made love, tangled in one another, and he had felt so much better for it.
yet now the emotion wells thick in his throat again, and he is so, so glad that hades cannot see his face right now, the way it flushes as his eyes fill further with tears, the way a shadow of pain twists his expression. he hates to feel this way, not because it is not warranted, but because he has always taken it upon himself to lift up those around him, to be hades' crutch, his rock, his port in a storm, his light when all else was darkness. how can he bring a smile to hades' face when he himself is wracked with pain? how can he hope to uplift him when he cannot even uplift himself? it was the only thing he was ever good at - being entertaining, making them smile, making them laugh.
and so he curses under his breath and turns his face into hades hair as his tears spill forward, blurring his vision, his breath hitching hard.
he did do what his heart led him to, but in so doing he left hades behind to bear a burden that one should never need carry at all, let alone by oneself. all those long, painful years.. hythlodaeus cannot help but feel partially responsible for them. azem had left their side already, and rather than stay to support his friend, his hades, the love of his life, he had offered himself to zodiark instead.
even now, can he say he regrets it? had he not done it, would they have lived to see this tomorrow? had it been the right thing, in the end?
he cannot know. hythlodaeus can see much, but he cannot see all. his voice is thick with barely contained emotion, and he closes his eyes, his arms around hades' shoulders tight as steel, the pleasure of their union still licking at his heels, his heart fit to burst. ]
[It would be like this for some time, he imagines— joy and grief coming in waves as they both struggle to come to terms with the past as well as their present, and whatever the future may hold for them. The night before had been filled with emotions beyond counting, feelings in every shade, but even then, he had doubted that it would be the end of tears for either of them. Even knowing the most important moments were those they were living now, there was too much pain for it to be otherwise.
Hythlodaeus' hold on him grows stronger still, and without pulling away, he eases onto his back and puts an arm around his companion's waist to pull him along with, their union finally breaking as Hades goes slack, and he gathers his lover against his chest, using his own strength and size trap him in an unyielding embrace as tears sting at his own eyes.
He will not let them fall again, not now.]
Nor will I leave yours.
[A low and rough-edged admission, his edges still numb from spending himself so completely— but just in case Hythlodaeus should forget, even for a moment, exactly who he's entangled with, Hades brushes lilac hair back from his face and wipes a tear from beneath his eye with one thumb, only to say:]
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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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and hades does not take his time. all at once he thrusts into hythlodaeus' body, and he arches with a sharp gasp, pain and pleasure lancing up his spine like a jolt of lightning. it aches, and burns, and it feels positively exquisite. hades gives him a few short moments to adjust which is, in fact, all he needs. hythlodaeus exhales slowly, relaxing his body until the pain ebbs and he's left only with the sweet, stretching feeling of being entirely filled.
and then hades begins to move. ]
Fuck --
[ he swears, the word a whisper on his lips as hythlodaeus raises his arms, one hand snagging the pillow and the other going for his mouth, biting down hard on his knuckles to ground himself. hades fucks into him harder, harder, hard enough to make the bed creak beneath their weight, and hythlodaeus can only arch his hips up to better receive him, each subsequent thrust earning a soft, muffled cry, his skin flushing hot, growing slick with a thin sheen of sweat.
when hades speaks, his violet eyes crack open, bleary and drunken, and he can't help a tremulous smile. ]
For your eyes only.
[ he murmurs, dragging his wet knuckle across his lip, his breath gusting hard. he can't help but preen a little at the compliment, like the great purple peacock he is, but it can hardly last when he's being fucked so well. with a groan, his eyes squeeze closed again, his face turning against the pillow. ]
You feel so good -- harder --
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He always wants more, and Hades is more than happy to oblige— for even in his darkest hours, he has ever been devoted.]
Harder?
[He's goading, teasing him, but the word itself comes out breathless, his own gaze glazing over as he watches Hythlodaeus come apart piece by piece— the flush and sweat of his skin, that beautiful bite of his knuckles, and the sweet, sweet sounds he makes, muffled and perfect.
He gives him exactly what he asks for; the creaking beneath them continues as he sets a breakneck pace, matching it with force, the man beneath him all but bent and half as he, too, bends forward, feeling the strain of both their weight and clenching his jaw to ground himself in turn, leaving Hythlodaeus' hardened cock bobbing between them with each brutal thrust. Each push forward is met with a grunt, a sigh, a strangled noise of his own as he fights to keep his composure, even with the sweet, telltale pressure of release steadily building with him— but he's in no hurry, not until Hythlodaeus' collapses boneless beneath him and his legs go numb. Neither of them will be satisfied, otherwise.]
If you can walk before the day is out— [He struggles to get the words out now, panting hard,] I'll be insulted.
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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. ]
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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.]
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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..
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The scent of the room is heady, thick; every part of him feels too heavy now that he has spent the last of himself. He remains buried inside of his partner as they become entangled, and as Hythlodaeus pulls his mouth over his ear, arches into him, presses impossibly closer, he finally finds his voice.]
I love you, too.
[His voice is raw and breathless, torn at the edges, but for once, he is sincere. There is not a hint of his usual jaded mockery, no cutting words, and he pulls himself together long enough to take Hythlodaeus' face in one hand, pressing their foreheads together before claiming his mouth in a deep kiss that borders on desperate, even with their needs now sated. It is more than that— more than the physical need, but need all the same.]
I missed you.
[Such words feel too small and too simple for the dept of what he feels, how incomplete his absence had left him.]
I lost myself without you.
[Don't leave me again.]
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I know.
[ his words come whispered against hades' lips, and hythlodaeus feels his chest constrict painfully. ]
Sometimes I wonder if I.. if I made the right choice..
[ he had felt such conviction in the moment, that offering himself to zodiark was the only way, the best thing he could possibly do for their people. compared with his peers, hythlodaeus is so very ordinary, with no power of any sort to wield in an attempt to forestall the final days. his life was the most valuable thing to have, and if half of them had to die in order for the rest to live.. why not him? what greater purpose could he possibly have served? he was not special. many more talented than he were sacrificed that day.
and yet without him, hades fractured, he became a monster comprised of twisted grief and pain and righteous fury, and if hythlodaeus had been there - perhaps.. perhaps things would have been..
hot tears creep into his eyes, and he sucks in a hard breath, sinking his fingers deep into hades' hair. he won't bring down the mood. he can't bring himself to say the words. ]
It does not matter. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.
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He'd made his choices. It was, in fact, very likely that he would have made the very same choices if Hythlodaeus or Azem had remained at his side, because he had believed— believed that the cause was righteous, that the ends justified the means.
He exhales slowly against the crook of his lover's neck before summoning up the strength to shake his head, to tip his chin upwards to press a kiss against the smooth line of his jaw, even as he feels Hythlodaeus' grip tighten, a reflection of the desperation that Hades, himself, feels within him, desperation to remain in this moment, where the past and the future have no bearing, and it is only them.]
You did what your heart lead you to do, as you always have.
[What he believed to be right. In that, they were not so different, but Hythlodaeus had always been better than him. Loving. Generous.
He smiles faintly, bittersweet, and presses another kiss against his collarbone.]
For that, I am grateful.
[That he's here. That after everything, he's staying. Without him, there would be no Hades now, he thinks— only Emet-Selch, a mantle he finds himself eager to retire. If he is to have a place on this star at all, he knows that it is with Hythlodaeus.]
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yet now the emotion wells thick in his throat again, and he is so, so glad that hades cannot see his face right now, the way it flushes as his eyes fill further with tears, the way a shadow of pain twists his expression. he hates to feel this way, not because it is not warranted, but because he has always taken it upon himself to lift up those around him, to be hades' crutch, his rock, his port in a storm, his light when all else was darkness. how can he bring a smile to hades' face when he himself is wracked with pain? how can he hope to uplift him when he cannot even uplift himself? it was the only thing he was ever good at - being entertaining, making them smile, making them laugh.
and so he curses under his breath and turns his face into hades hair as his tears spill forward, blurring his vision, his breath hitching hard.
he did do what his heart led him to, but in so doing he left hades behind to bear a burden that one should never need carry at all, let alone by oneself. all those long, painful years.. hythlodaeus cannot help but feel partially responsible for them. azem had left their side already, and rather than stay to support his friend, his hades, the love of his life, he had offered himself to zodiark instead.
even now, can he say he regrets it? had he not done it, would they have lived to see this tomorrow? had it been the right thing, in the end?
he cannot know. hythlodaeus can see much, but he cannot see all. his voice is thick with barely contained emotion, and he closes his eyes, his arms around hades' shoulders tight as steel, the pleasure of their union still licking at his heels, his heart fit to burst. ]
Never again will I leave your side.
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Hythlodaeus' hold on him grows stronger still, and without pulling away, he eases onto his back and puts an arm around his companion's waist to pull him along with, their union finally breaking as Hades goes slack, and he gathers his lover against his chest, using his own strength and size trap him in an unyielding embrace as tears sting at his own eyes.
He will not let them fall again, not now.]
Nor will I leave yours.
[A low and rough-edged admission, his edges still numb from spending himself so completely— but just in case Hythlodaeus should forget, even for a moment, exactly who he's entangled with, Hades brushes lilac hair back from his face and wipes a tear from beneath his eye with one thumb, only to say:]
Now, enough of that mewling. I'll not have it.
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