[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:]
[ of course hades would say such a thing, and hythlodaeus cannot help but laugh, the sound thick, half a sob, but he turns his face into his palm nonetheless. ]
Of course not.
[ yet still it aches, the regret in his breast, or the not-so-regret, as he still has not worked out how he feels. if he's honest, he's not sure that he ever will.
but they are here, together. venat has given them another chance, and they ought not to squander it. with a soft sniff, hythlodaeus lifts his chin and finds hades' mouth again, his cheeks still wet while they kiss, his hands lifting to his lover's face to hold him near even as they have moved, lying comfortably tangled in the warm, damp sheets. ]
Nevertheless, I have not gone blind, but I do think that perhaps walking may be problematic..
[Bittersweet though the moment is, he smiles against the curve of Hythlodaeus' lips as they kiss, his thumb moving to flick a few more stray tears from his cheeks before he takes hold of his face in turn and parts his lips, drinking in every bit of him that he is able.
They are here, together. In this moment, nothing matters more than that, their legs tangled in the rumpled bedclothes as they remain entwined, Hades carding his fingers though Hythlodaeus' mussed and wild hair in a silent, gentle show of affection and reassurance. They kiss slowly, deeply, the frenetic need of earlier having settled into a warm simmer between them.
Hythlodaeus' frank assessment, of course, earns a snort from him in reply, sparing him from his own sentimentality.]
Apologies for not robbing you of your sight. Better luck next time, perhaps.
[Because of course, there is always a next time.]
I suppose you'll have no choice but to remain here for the rest of the day, hm?
[A trial for them both— though he would very much like breakfast before Hythlodaeus makes any further demands of him.]
[ oh it is a good kiss, long and deep and filled with all the things they do not say, the things they do not need to say, the things hades struggles to say. hythlodaeus has ever been the more sentimental one in speech, but hades is just as loyal, just as devoted and loving, even if he prefers to show it and say it in different ways. hades is a rough individual, surly even on his best days, and so while he had always been wholly respected and loved by their peoples, he was a very private man, with very few friends. peers, yes, colleagues, many, and even some adoring fans. but friends?
hades reserves his love for a select few, which is why hythlodaeus has always striven to be worthy of it, to earn his place at hades' side. even still he is not sure he deserves it, he always will feel lesser, but these kisses.. these kisses make it all worth it. hythlodaeus hums a soft sound between them when their lips part, his tongue tasting hades' mouth, his eyes closed, hands resting against his lover's chest, thumbs tracing the ridge of his collarbone.
there is no rush. they have all the time in the world, now. ]
I suppose I shall.
[ he says, and though his eyes are still wet and red he is smiling warmly, resting his head on the pillow beside them to better keep looking into hades' handsome face, into the features he fell in love with so very, very long ago. gently, he brushes the damp hair from hades' forehead, all the while leaning his head into the gentle thread of his partner's fingers through his own hair. he's always loved a good head scratch. ]
Though I think perhaps at least a shower may be in order. And a change of sheets.
[ with his grin curling coyly, hythlodaeus swipes a finger through the mess on his belly. they're positively filthy. ]
[He shifts just enough to allow his partner to comfortably settle against the pillow, though Hades' own hold on him remains, warm and steadfast. He has ever been appreciative of Hythlodaeus' ability to fully understand his meaning, even when he cannot bring himself to say the words aloud— a problem he does not have anywhere near as often as he would have others believe, but now, when what is in his heart is so heavy and bittersweet, perhaps it is best that some of it remains unspoken in the interest of sparing them both more tears. It is hard enough, seeing his love's eyes rimmed with red as they are now.
He lets out a low chuckle as his fingers lazily trail along the curve of Hythlodaeus' ear, his gaze shifting downwards to where he remains painted with his own essence. Ah... yes.
They ought to do something about that.]
Permissible, I suppose. You'll need assistance, I presume?
[He's not really asking. He'll be there alongside him, regardless.]
Coffee, as well, once that's through. I insist.
[He cannot roll around in bed all day on an empty stomach, sir.]
[ because he is a filthy little ho, hythlodaeus suckles his fingertip clean, maintaining eye contact with hades all the while, naturally, before his smile curves coyly. his heart may still ache and his eyes may still burn, the joy and sorrow may indeed continue to come in waves, but for now he is feeling better. warmer. bittersweet. ]
Oh yes. I'll likely need help walking, after all.
[ he says, before leaning in to place one last sweet and lingering kiss on hades' lips, and at last pulling back to sit up and swing his legs over the floor.
.. he definitely winces. yeah. yeah, his ass sure hurts. ]
[Even here, in the warmth of the afterglow, Hades feels a jolt of vigor run through him as he watches that little display with intent— a shower and a change of sheets are indeed much-needed, but the momentary heat in his gaze is indication enough that he'll not need much convincing when it comes to an encore later in the day. Perhaps one that will be a bit kinder to Hythlodaeus' physical well-being, depending. The day is still quite young.
He lifts his chin to lean into that kiss, unwilling to let the opportunity pass him by for even a moment, and his hand trails along Hythlodaeus' arm to fall against his waist as he sits up, a fleeting frown of concern pulling at his lips and knitting his brows together before he quickly schools his expression into something more neutral and props himself up to sit beside him, swinging his own legs over the side of the bed and securing an arm around his middle.
There is, of course, a great deal of satisfaction to be had in watching Hythlodaeus struggle after such a coupling, and with that momentary concern having passed, he cannot help but let his mouth curl into a faint smile of satisfaction.]
[ despite the ache left behind from their enthusiastic fucking, hythlodaeus will absolutely yield to an encore. he always has, and he always will. kinder will, perhaps, be better, but whether he will accept that or not remains to be seen.. hades can always heal him, after all.
he could heal him right now, if he wanted to, but hythlodaeus knows quite well that hades is absolutely thriving on his pain right now. it is his just reward for giving hythlodaeus exactly what he asked for, and he can certainly not deny his lover his reward. besides, tender aftercare is an important facet of very rough sex, of which hythlodaeus is quite fond.
so he chuckles, and leans himself into hades side as they climb to their feet and oof, his hips ache and his legs feel like jelly, perhaps leaning on him is, in fact, a good idea. a breathless laugh escapes him. ]
No doubt you are very pleased with yourself right now. I am thoroughly ruined.
If I pretended to feel otherwise, you would see right through it.
[That self-satisfied smile of his pulls slightly to one side even as he secures his hold around Hythlodaeus' waist, reaching to take his wrist and guide his partner's arm over his shoulders. Pleased as he may be with the result of his hard work, he's not about to let his lover stumble his way to the shower all on his own, or risk his legs collapsing beneath him in the process.
Healing will, undoubtedly, play a part in their aftercare, but the deep sense of satisfaction as well as intimacy provided by the more 'practical' approaches cannot and should not be replaced.]
I am certainly just as pleased as you are, getting your way as you did.
[As he always does. Steadily, he helps to guide his partner towards the small washroom their lodgings had come equipped with, careful to go slowly as he monitors the unsteadiness of Hythlodaeus' progress.]
I'll admit, it almost seems a shame to clean you up after a display like that.
[ it is certainly a little more difficult to walk than hythlodaeus would have expected - it's been.. a long time, after all, since they made love with such gusto. still, there's something very satisfying about the ache that lingers in his hips and legs, evidence of their passions.
he chuckles, leaning in to start the water once they reach the washroom, testing the heat on his fingers. ]
Well, you are more than welcome to make a mess of me again, whenever you like. You know I am always amenable.
[ he's teasing, but also.. that libido, yo. straightening, he nuzzles his nose and mouth along hades' jaw, doting and sweet. ]
We've all day and all night, after all. And tomorrow. And the day next.
[He lets out a low, dry chuckle, turning the strong line of his jaw into that nuzzle before he bends to press a kiss against Hythlodaeus' forehead. Reaching out to test the heat of the water for himself, he gently urges Hythlodaeus to step forward into the spray with a hand at the small of his back, encouraging.]
That you most certainly are.
[He has not forgotten. Given the opportunity, Hythlodaeus would never allow him to do so, but even after thousands of years apart, there is much he remembers as though it has been only days. There were times when he had often cursed his own memory and the pain it brought with it, but this particular memory offers him the opportunity to smile at his partner's teasing, and he is grateful for that.
Once he has the opportunity, he steps smoothly into the shower behind him, pressing against his back and leaning in to press a soothing kiss against Hythlodaeus' jaw, followed by his neck, careful and attentive. They certainly do have plenty of time ahead of them, and for once, time no longer seems a dreadful and unending thing, but an opportunity.]
No doubt we'll find a way to fill those hours together.
[He begins to carefully undo what little remains of Hythlodaeus' braid— they'd made quite a mess of his hair, honestly.]
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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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Of course not.
[ yet still it aches, the regret in his breast, or the not-so-regret, as he still has not worked out how he feels. if he's honest, he's not sure that he ever will.
but they are here, together. venat has given them another chance, and they ought not to squander it. with a soft sniff, hythlodaeus lifts his chin and finds hades' mouth again, his cheeks still wet while they kiss, his hands lifting to his lover's face to hold him near even as they have moved, lying comfortably tangled in the warm, damp sheets. ]
Nevertheless, I have not gone blind, but I do think that perhaps walking may be problematic..
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They are here, together. In this moment, nothing matters more than that, their legs tangled in the rumpled bedclothes as they remain entwined, Hades carding his fingers though Hythlodaeus' mussed and wild hair in a silent, gentle show of affection and reassurance. They kiss slowly, deeply, the frenetic need of earlier having settled into a warm simmer between them.
Hythlodaeus' frank assessment, of course, earns a snort from him in reply, sparing him from his own sentimentality.]
Apologies for not robbing you of your sight. Better luck next time, perhaps.
[Because of course, there is always a next time.]
I suppose you'll have no choice but to remain here for the rest of the day, hm?
[A trial for them both— though he would very much like breakfast before Hythlodaeus makes any further demands of him.]
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hades reserves his love for a select few, which is why hythlodaeus has always striven to be worthy of it, to earn his place at hades' side. even still he is not sure he deserves it, he always will feel lesser, but these kisses.. these kisses make it all worth it. hythlodaeus hums a soft sound between them when their lips part, his tongue tasting hades' mouth, his eyes closed, hands resting against his lover's chest, thumbs tracing the ridge of his collarbone.
there is no rush. they have all the time in the world, now. ]
I suppose I shall.
[ he says, and though his eyes are still wet and red he is smiling warmly, resting his head on the pillow beside them to better keep looking into hades' handsome face, into the features he fell in love with so very, very long ago. gently, he brushes the damp hair from hades' forehead, all the while leaning his head into the gentle thread of his partner's fingers through his own hair. he's always loved a good head scratch. ]
Though I think perhaps at least a shower may be in order. And a change of sheets.
[ with his grin curling coyly, hythlodaeus swipes a finger through the mess on his belly. they're positively filthy. ]
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He lets out a low chuckle as his fingers lazily trail along the curve of Hythlodaeus' ear, his gaze shifting downwards to where he remains painted with his own essence. Ah... yes.
They ought to do something about that.]
Permissible, I suppose. You'll need assistance, I presume?
[He's not really asking. He'll be there alongside him, regardless.]
Coffee, as well, once that's through. I insist.
[He cannot roll around in bed all day on an empty stomach, sir.]
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Oh yes. I'll likely need help walking, after all.
[ he says, before leaning in to place one last sweet and lingering kiss on hades' lips, and at last pulling back to sit up and swing his legs over the floor.
.. he definitely winces. yeah. yeah, his ass sure hurts. ]
Coffee is also quite doable.
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He lifts his chin to lean into that kiss, unwilling to let the opportunity pass him by for even a moment, and his hand trails along Hythlodaeus' arm to fall against his waist as he sits up, a fleeting frown of concern pulling at his lips and knitting his brows together before he quickly schools his expression into something more neutral and props himself up to sit beside him, swinging his own legs over the side of the bed and securing an arm around his middle.
There is, of course, a great deal of satisfaction to be had in watching Hythlodaeus struggle after such a coupling, and with that momentary concern having passed, he cannot help but let his mouth curl into a faint smile of satisfaction.]
Here.
[Lean on him.]
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he could heal him right now, if he wanted to, but hythlodaeus knows quite well that hades is absolutely thriving on his pain right now. it is his just reward for giving hythlodaeus exactly what he asked for, and he can certainly not deny his lover his reward. besides, tender aftercare is an important facet of very rough sex, of which hythlodaeus is quite fond.
so he chuckles, and leans himself into hades side as they climb to their feet and oof, his hips ache and his legs feel like jelly, perhaps leaning on him is, in fact, a good idea. a breathless laugh escapes him. ]
No doubt you are very pleased with yourself right now. I am thoroughly ruined.
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[That self-satisfied smile of his pulls slightly to one side even as he secures his hold around Hythlodaeus' waist, reaching to take his wrist and guide his partner's arm over his shoulders. Pleased as he may be with the result of his hard work, he's not about to let his lover stumble his way to the shower all on his own, or risk his legs collapsing beneath him in the process.
Healing will, undoubtedly, play a part in their aftercare, but the deep sense of satisfaction as well as intimacy provided by the more 'practical' approaches cannot and should not be replaced.]
I am certainly just as pleased as you are, getting your way as you did.
[As he always does. Steadily, he helps to guide his partner towards the small washroom their lodgings had come equipped with, careful to go slowly as he monitors the unsteadiness of Hythlodaeus' progress.]
I'll admit, it almost seems a shame to clean you up after a display like that.
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he chuckles, leaning in to start the water once they reach the washroom, testing the heat on his fingers. ]
Well, you are more than welcome to make a mess of me again, whenever you like. You know I am always amenable.
[ he's teasing, but also.. that libido, yo. straightening, he nuzzles his nose and mouth along hades' jaw, doting and sweet. ]
We've all day and all night, after all. And tomorrow. And the day next.
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That you most certainly are.
[He has not forgotten. Given the opportunity, Hythlodaeus would never allow him to do so, but even after thousands of years apart, there is much he remembers as though it has been only days. There were times when he had often cursed his own memory and the pain it brought with it, but this particular memory offers him the opportunity to smile at his partner's teasing, and he is grateful for that.
Once he has the opportunity, he steps smoothly into the shower behind him, pressing against his back and leaning in to press a soothing kiss against Hythlodaeus' jaw, followed by his neck, careful and attentive. They certainly do have plenty of time ahead of them, and for once, time no longer seems a dreadful and unending thing, but an opportunity.]
No doubt we'll find a way to fill those hours together.
[He begins to carefully undo what little remains of Hythlodaeus' braid— they'd made quite a mess of his hair, honestly.]
Not too hot?
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