[ 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.]
[ for all hythlodaeus loves a good, rough fucking, he enjoys the sweet aftercare just as much, and especially after so very long, being touched by hades so tenderly.. it feels so perfect, and hythlodaeus finds he is leaning into it like a man starved. all those years on the moon, untouched and wandering, lost, dulled, had taken their toll, and like as not it will be a long time before he can bear to be apart from hades for too long, before he isn't drinking in every touched as if deathly parched.
so when hades steps into the shower behind him and presses near, hythlodaeus allows nearly all of his weight to sink back into hades' arms, his violet eyes fluttering closed when his lover peppers sweet kisses to his jaw and neck, where he is already so tender and sensitive. hythlodaeus shivers and hums, a smile curving his mouth, while hades attends to his braid. or what is left of it. ]
No. It's perfect.
[ he purrs, low and soft and fond, his chest constricting with sweet warmth. they have fallen back into this with such ease, as if no time has passed at all, as if everything is exactly as it was.
deeply inhaling the steaming air, hythlodaeus lifts his hands to card his fingers through his own hair once the braid is unwound, shaking it free until it tumbles wildly around his shoulders. a mess, indeed.. ]
[Even after so very long apart— an impossible stretch of years, even by their people's standards— it is startlingly easy to fall back into old practices, for the pieces to fit perfectly into place as they ought. With his lover's hair undone, Hades gently places a hand against his shoulder and presses another kiss to the top of his head before nudging it forward, an arm remaining firm around his middle so that Hythlodaeus can easily continue to lean back against him— that shiver, that purr, had hardly gone unnoticed, but Hades has ever been known for his own unfailing focus.]
Dip under. I'll wash it for you.
[He'll walk him through as much as he needs, though Hythlodaeus is, of course, a grown man capable of showering himself. That's not the point, and as much as he, too, could do with a thorough clean-up, his attention is wholly on his partner— and will remain so until they are through.]
Hand against the wall, or you're like to topple over.
[ for the moment hythlodaeus is happy to be led by the nose, for that is the nature of their aftercare, their sweet affections after a brutal, satisfying sessions. and so he does as asked, dipping beneath the spray of the warm water and running his fingers through his hair to dampen it.
when was the last time hades washed his hair for him?
hythlodaeus remembers quite clearly, in fact. their last night together. the world was falling apart around them, the star dying, and hythlodaeus was to give himself up, to make the greatest sacrifice possible in offering himself to zodiark to save their home, and what would remain of their people. azem had gone, turned their back on the entire unsavory operation, for which.. hythlodaeus could not entirely blame them, yet it left he and hades alone, bereft, and so they had spent the night wrapped up in one another, seeking pleasure and comfort and warmth while they still could.
before now, before these new days, it was like as not the last time that either of them was truly happy. ]
You needn't fuss.
[ he says gently, though he smiles and balances himself against the wall nonetheless, for his legs are still quite unsteady beneath him. ]
[Certainly not as long as they were together. He, too, remember the last time they were able to share moments like this, the memory itself constricting tightly around his heart as he closes his eyes to will it away, to remain in the past where it belongs. It was a raw memory, one that had stayed with him ever since, bittersweet and heartwrenching. It had been a night of desperately trying to comfort one another, as well as saying goodbye— a farewell they had been so certain would be final.
He doesn't want to think about that any longer.
Instead, he bows his head to press a kiss to the nape of Hythlodaeus' neck before he begins to work his fingers through his hair, tips gentle against his scalp in sharp contrast to how rough they had been with one another only a few short minutes before, gathering all that long, lavender hair in hand to carefully pull it to one side before reaching for one of the small bottles perched on the small shelf beneath the showerhead.]
You needn't pretend you don't enjoy this.
[Your smile gives you away, Hythlodaeus, though it was never a particularly well-kept secret.]
[ hythlodaeus, as always, laughs, the sound light and soft. ]
I was perhaps only taking a page out of your book.
[ hades pretends not to enjoy things all the time! professionally, one might even argue. ]
.. but you are right.
[ he enjoys it. he loves it. for all he may play at the preening peacock, hythlodaeus is incredibly humble, and it is really only from hades and azem that he ever craves attentions. they mean more to him than the entire world, and meaning something to them, meaning something to hades, is the warmest, sweetest feeling in the world. even that simple little kiss to the back of his neck earns a pleasant shiver. ]
[That earns a laugh from Hades in turn, soft and fond, a low rumble against the back of his neck.]
I don't believe it has quite the same effect coming from you.
[Not a slight by any stretch of the imagination, however. Hythlodaeus is far too good-natured to genuinely convince anyone of his being put out unless it was the real thing, Hades is convinced, and even that has always been exceedingly rare.
He begins to steadily work soap through damp, mussed hair, fingers moving with confidence as though it hasn't been countless lifetimes since he's had reason to do this— once again, not a single beat is missed, memories of millennia together far stronger than millennia apart. Once he's through, he gently encourages Hythlodaeus to bow his head further so that he might rinse clean, still pulled flush against his back.]
Perhaps best if we both stay true to who we are, hm?
[ once more that laugh makes his heart swell with warmth and pride, and though hades cannot see it, hythlodaeus' smile is bright as the midday sun. nothing pleases him more than earning such a thing. ]
Perhaps. Yet I have always been interested in a little roleplay.
[ he says, turning his head back enough to arch a pale brow in hades' direction, one corner of his mouth tugged up into a sharp smirk. honestly, they've been lovers for absolute eons, they probably have definitely tried roleplay and hythlodaeus was probably very much into it. there are few kinks he is not into.
nevertheless, he lifts his hands to run his fingers through his soapy hair, washing it away beneath the fall of water before he's turning in hades' arms and, firstly and most importantly, tipping his chin up for a long kiss, his arms lifting to drape lazily around his lover's broad shoulders. ]
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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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so when hades steps into the shower behind him and presses near, hythlodaeus allows nearly all of his weight to sink back into hades' arms, his violet eyes fluttering closed when his lover peppers sweet kisses to his jaw and neck, where he is already so tender and sensitive. hythlodaeus shivers and hums, a smile curving his mouth, while hades attends to his braid. or what is left of it. ]
No. It's perfect.
[ he purrs, low and soft and fond, his chest constricting with sweet warmth. they have fallen back into this with such ease, as if no time has passed at all, as if everything is exactly as it was.
deeply inhaling the steaming air, hythlodaeus lifts his hands to card his fingers through his own hair once the braid is unwound, shaking it free until it tumbles wildly around his shoulders. a mess, indeed.. ]
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Dip under. I'll wash it for you.
[He'll walk him through as much as he needs, though Hythlodaeus is, of course, a grown man capable of showering himself. That's not the point, and as much as he, too, could do with a thorough clean-up, his attention is wholly on his partner— and will remain so until they are through.]
Hand against the wall, or you're like to topple over.
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when was the last time hades washed his hair for him?
hythlodaeus remembers quite clearly, in fact. their last night together. the world was falling apart around them, the star dying, and hythlodaeus was to give himself up, to make the greatest sacrifice possible in offering himself to zodiark to save their home, and what would remain of their people. azem had gone, turned their back on the entire unsavory operation, for which.. hythlodaeus could not entirely blame them, yet it left he and hades alone, bereft, and so they had spent the night wrapped up in one another, seeking pleasure and comfort and warmth while they still could.
before now, before these new days, it was like as not the last time that either of them was truly happy. ]
You needn't fuss.
[ he says gently, though he smiles and balances himself against the wall nonetheless, for his legs are still quite unsteady beneath him. ]
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Have I ever done otherwise?
[Certainly not as long as they were together. He, too, remember the last time they were able to share moments like this, the memory itself constricting tightly around his heart as he closes his eyes to will it away, to remain in the past where it belongs. It was a raw memory, one that had stayed with him ever since, bittersweet and heartwrenching. It had been a night of desperately trying to comfort one another, as well as saying goodbye— a farewell they had been so certain would be final.
He doesn't want to think about that any longer.
Instead, he bows his head to press a kiss to the nape of Hythlodaeus' neck before he begins to work his fingers through his hair, tips gentle against his scalp in sharp contrast to how rough they had been with one another only a few short minutes before, gathering all that long, lavender hair in hand to carefully pull it to one side before reaching for one of the small bottles perched on the small shelf beneath the showerhead.]
You needn't pretend you don't enjoy this.
[Your smile gives you away, Hythlodaeus, though it was never a particularly well-kept secret.]
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I was perhaps only taking a page out of your book.
[ hades pretends not to enjoy things all the time! professionally, one might even argue. ]
.. but you are right.
[ he enjoys it. he loves it. for all he may play at the preening peacock, hythlodaeus is incredibly humble, and it is really only from hades and azem that he ever craves attentions. they mean more to him than the entire world, and meaning something to them, meaning something to hades, is the warmest, sweetest feeling in the world. even that simple little kiss to the back of his neck earns a pleasant shiver. ]
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I don't believe it has quite the same effect coming from you.
[Not a slight by any stretch of the imagination, however. Hythlodaeus is far too good-natured to genuinely convince anyone of his being put out unless it was the real thing, Hades is convinced, and even that has always been exceedingly rare.
He begins to steadily work soap through damp, mussed hair, fingers moving with confidence as though it hasn't been countless lifetimes since he's had reason to do this— once again, not a single beat is missed, memories of millennia together far stronger than millennia apart. Once he's through, he gently encourages Hythlodaeus to bow his head further so that he might rinse clean, still pulled flush against his back.]
Perhaps best if we both stay true to who we are, hm?
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Perhaps. Yet I have always been interested in a little roleplay.
[ he says, turning his head back enough to arch a pale brow in hades' direction, one corner of his mouth tugged up into a sharp smirk. honestly, they've been lovers for absolute eons, they probably have definitely tried roleplay and hythlodaeus was probably very much into it. there are few kinks he is not into.
nevertheless, he lifts his hands to run his fingers through his soapy hair, washing it away beneath the fall of water before he's turning in hades' arms and, firstly and most importantly, tipping his chin up for a long kiss, his arms lifting to drape lazily around his lover's broad shoulders. ]
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