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hythlodaeus

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[recreator]

[He lets his hands wander idly without any particular plan or intention as he presses into Hythlodaeus's back while he takes in the sight. All innocent, mostly, though it's clear from the light pressure of his fingers that Hades is seeking out the form beneath the clothes rather than the texture of the fabric itself. Like this, he can breath in the subtle, sweet scent of his hair even if he can't see his expression from this angle.]

And ruin the surprise? [He murmurs next to his ear, laying a kiss along the back of his neck.] I did mention that I had made suitable preparations, I think. Consider it my attempt at setting a romantic ambiance.

[His hold upon him loosens as Hythlodaeus turns and settles again facing him, and this time when his arms slip around his waist, he squeezes ever so gently.]

And you needn't find it so strange. Express yourself as you see fit, Idas. After all, you won't be needing these for terribly much longer if my hunch is correct.

[His eyelids droop again, watching him, as Idas toys with the feathery down of his hair, the flecks in his eyes shifting and sparking of their own accord.]

['Allowing'! And oh, his natural reaction is to grumble and make it seem as though he doesn't want this just as much as Idas does. After all, how often has he ever agreed to anything without putting up some manner of fuss? The man sighs, scowling back at those mirthful eyes, even as his breast fairly flutters with anticipation and the same sort of eagerness Idas must surely feel himself.]

For now, maybe. But don't think I won't take up the reins again should you let your attention waver.

[Not that it will. Not with the way Idas continues to humor him with light touches and tiny token kisses so that he finds himself wishing for them with more and more regularity. Having said as much, Hades reluctantly releases the other man, sauntering over to sit on the edge of the bed as if it had been his idea from the start, his arms folded in his lap as he looks up at his would-be lover expectantly. Will-be lover, rather.]

At your leisure.

[modestpurpose]

[Hythlodaeus hums softly. He's putting up a good front - this is hardly his first time bedding someone - but the pit of his stomach flutters with nervous anticipation as he can only hope that after so long a wait his performance is not in any way a disappointment.

Hades sits, suddenly appearing so prim and proper that it makes Hythlodaeus giggle, and he moves over to the other man to cup his jawline with both hands. He leans down to kiss him, first light and then pressing in more deeply as he urges his soon-to-be lover up along the bed and then onto his back, where he leans over him and slides one knee up between his thighs.

Their surroundings only become all the more striking under such conditions. He could fool himself that they were home again, that he had not waited so long after all, that...

He sits up to shrug a layer off. His light jacket (not wanting to deprive Hades of undressing him in turn) before his fingers set to work sliding open each button of the other man's shirt. Once the fabric parts he presses a warm and lingering kiss to the centre of Hades' chest and lingers there a moment to listen to his heart beating.

Surely the most beautiful sound he has ever heard... Yet that opinion still has time to be amended tonight.

His lips quickly find Hades' again, all that warming passion in the kiss while he gently pins one of the man's hands just above his head and slowly, almost experimentally rolls his thigh down against Hades' groin.]

Will you tell me what you like? [He asks softly, barely parting from him for the words.] Or am I to be granted the pleasure of trying things until I find out?

[Would Hades even have the patience for that? Would Hythlodaeus? He can already feel his skin burning under his clothes.]

[astralera]

[ Era doesn't look at him as he says her name for the first time — less out of any fear or anxiety and more because it lets the sound hit her horn more fully. Her memory of how her Hythlodaeus spoke her name has long since grown distant; faded, yet she still finds herself comparing the two sounds and finds that, somehow, she enjoys it from this Hythlodaeus slightly more. A Hythlodaeus who had only ever seen her as herself, not the fragment of his dear friend's sundered soul. Without that connection of nostalgia Era feels it to be slightly more meaningful.

She lets out a quick rush of breath as he touches her shoulder and squeezes it (gently, and not dissimilar to her family at home), startled by the unexpected action. It says a great deal of how comfortable she's grown in his presence that she let her guard drop so low.

After a moment she gives a small, wry chuckle. ]

Hello, my name is Era.

[ Era offers a polite bow of greeting, not wanting Hythlodaeus to take her delay in offering her name to be any sort of gift. ]

I am nine-fourteenths of Azem Hemera's sundered soul, plucked from the Aetherial Sea and given life by Hydaelyn eight years ago in an Eitherys parallel to yours.

[ She doesn't lift herself from her bow, but raises her head and gaze to look up at Hythlodaeus instead. ]

It's nice to meet you, former Chief of the Bureau of the Architect and hero of Eitherys.

[recreator]

[In what way could such a thing ever be a disappointment? Emet-Selch has bedded individuals he liked well enough and those he has actively hated, them and so many others who found themselves in his bed out of necessity and not for pleasure at all. A hollow thing, all according to plan; all for the Ardor. But he has never made love to Hythlodaeus - to Idas - before, and in his private opinion that makes all the difference. Such activities then become new and exciting in the face of genuine emotion, and it certainly gives him a worthy incentive to not throw a wrench into it all.]

[He's starting to get used to this - the feel of fingers against his jaw, the taste of his friend's lips - more forceful and confident this time as he's corralled further up the bed and then pressed into the mattress as if he belongs there. And truly, it isn't the worst of places to be. Already he can feel the growing interest between his legs, the heat rising low in his stomach as Idas leans over him, that knee hovering oh-so-dangerously close.]

[It's almost a relief when his shirt is negotiated open, when cool air caresses his exposed skin just moments before Idas settles in close. There isn't much of note to look at, he thinks, other than the jagged lines of a pale white starburst that extends from the bottom of his pectoral muscles to just above his navel. It isn't a scar really, simply an impressionof one. And if Hades shivers slightly, it has nothing to do with that and everything to do with the warm breath ghosting over his chest and the way his heart thunders like a storm raging in the distance.]

[Hades snorts quietly, and for his part he's behaving - mostly, laid out upon the bed as he is, his one free arm propped up beneath him so that he's afforded some manner of participation in the proceedings (or at least a decent view). He flexes the hand pinned above his head with a grunt of annoyance, his effort to free it half-hearted at best, though certainly better than nothing.]

[What he does see to is that the interruption is brief, his mouth reclaiming Idas with a slowly mounting hunger the moment his question is finished. After all, Idas isn't the only one falling victim to the flames, and he is not about to simply lay down and twiddle his thumbs - not that he could do so in the first place.]

And ruin all the fun? [He huffs, the only indication that he's affected at all present in the color that slowly creeps along his ears and neck.] I can't imagine you'd be so quick to turn down the challenge, let alone a more hands-on approach.

[The hint is there, if he wishes it, and if that isn't enough, Hades shifts so that his back is flat against the sheets, freeing his arm to rest a hand against Hythlodaeus's leg, nudging it slightly to one side and exactly one ilm forward in case he'd like to keep trying.]

[modestpurpose]

[Though he has confidence that this is what they both want, his certainty that he can do right by Hades - or be the kind of lover that he desires and perhaps expects - is not quite so strong. Still, that isn't going to stop him. Not when he has waited for so long to get himself into this position. He pushes those worries aside and focuses on their mutual enjoyment of this.]

You might soften your tone a fraction, you know. [He chides gently, fondly, as if he does not expect anything of the sort. Still, it might be nice if he did not have to pry it out of him.] Though you are right. I've been thinking about getting my hands on you all evening.

[Something that he had made entirely obvious in the words he had murmured so mischievously into Hades' ear.

He slides his leg that single ilm forwards along with that subtle, nudging direction, an amused smile on his face as he follows Hades' unspoken instruction. A sigh breathes out of him as he uses the new position to slowly roll down against the other man again, catching his mouth in another kiss as his fingertips trace the outline of the pale starbust mark on his chest.]

Trying things it is, then.

[Since he's going to be so stubborn about it. Hythlodaeus really shouldn't have expected anything else.

The rolling pressure of his thigh is replaced by his hand as he traces the shape of Hades' cock in his pants. His breathing shivers in excited anticipation. He doesn't want to rush but already feels that they are both wearing far, far too many clothes.]

But first... everything needs to come off. I trust you'll be obliging in that, at least?

[recreator]

Just this evening?

[Hades presses, his gaze following Hythlodaeus as he readjusts his position, watching to see how he responds to his words, weighing his sighs and his smiles against the requests he's seen fit to utter aloud. Or the words he'd whispered to him earlier - perhaps that's why his ears still feel warm.]

Some would call it "experimentation", you know.

[Better, he thinks, as he affords his friend a little more room to work, as he buries his fingers in Hythlodaeus's hair, shivering in response to that feather-light touch and choosing to focus instead on the warmth of his mouth and the building need trapped beneath far too many layers of fabric. It isn't until Hythlodaeus decides to take matters into his own hands - quite literally, in fact - that Hades' breathing genuinely stutters, his hips jerking upwards in a way that is mostly restrained but also clearly unplanned.]

[Hythlodaeus will find him half-hard already. Stubborn as he is, there is promise beneath that touch even as Hades insists on maintaining much of his usually grouchy facade.]

[Even so, he can count the few times he's heard of a better suggestion than this.]

Whilst I do agree, surely some manner of negotiation is in order. Perhaps a fraction of the sweet-talking you so desire, in exchange for the use of my arm? Even now the wretched thing is falling asleep, and what will we do later if I've an honest need of it, hm?

[He attempts to waggle it, allowing his fingers to flop about in unison as if to illustrate his point. After a moment, and with a mild shrug, Hades appears to grow more serious, toying with the loose ends of Hythlodaeus's hair with his other - unhindered and yet free.]

"I want to undress you" was the first thing you said, after all. Meaning it's a crucial step in what we wish to accomplish tonight.

[modestpurpose]

[Oh.

Oh, he likes that. He very much likes the way he feels Hades' body jolt under his hand, but he bites his lip and doesn't draw too much attention to it save to add another teasing roll of his palm.]

A little sweet talking for the use of an entire arm? That seems an entirely unbalanced trade. [Hythlodaeus smiles, mischievous, but Hades has a point. He did want very much to undress him and and he fully intends to follow through with that particular desire regardless of how sweetly the other man speaks to him.

With a puff of air that seems to speak of amused resignation, Hythlodaeus frees Hades' hand and pushes himself up, shifting position so he's lightly straddling the man's thighs. The brazenness of the position does give him cause to colour slightly but he's still smiling as traces a fingertip over Hades' pale chest, stroking it along the edge of the mark that spans down across his stomach.]

You are a lovely sight, you know. [He murmurs. There's something soft in it - warm and fond all at once - as his eyes shift over the image laid out before him. Hythlodaeus never really made a secret of the fact he found Hades to be handsome though all comments towards it were always made in some kind of jest, but he's sure he has never found the other to be quite so stunning as he looks right now.] But if you must know... no, not just this evening. Several other evenings as well, in fact. Mornings and afternoons, and the occasional night.

[No harm in fluffing his ego a little, is there.

Hythlodaeus' nimble fingers go to his belt, the button of his trousers, easily unbuckling and unbuttoning.]

I expect that the reality will be far more satisfying than anything my imagination might conjure up.

[modestpurpose]

[He isn't in any way expecting what she does next. It's true that not knowing her name has always brought with it a certain tone of awkwardness when it came to their interactions but Hythlodaeus has never held it against her, knowing that he couldn't possibly understand her situation. He has been lucky enough to be joined in this place by people who know him for himself and not only by the familiar shade of his soul and can't say how he would have felt had Emet-Selch arrived here and known him as a completely different person.

Hythlodaeus chuffs out a soft breath and his lips tilt in a wry half-smile when she addresses him by his job title (former, he supposes), only for him to blink and blurt out a soft, surprised laugh at the final words.]

Hero? Come now. I did nothing deserving of that kind of praise.

[He moves his hand from her shoulder to the top of her head, giving it a soft pat in a way he hopes comes across as the fondness it is and not condascending.]

There is one hero of Eitherys here, and she is standing right in front of me.

[astralera]

[ The pat on her head comes across just as he had hoped; a fond, reassuring weight that is anything but condescending. Era feels something warm unfurl in her chest and realizes she recognizes this feeling. Hythlodaeus's hand is larger and more slender than Thancred's, and the motion a bit more soft where his was firm; confident. But the way it fills her with that rare mixture of safe-warm-comfort-happy is near identical. Enough for her to let out a soft 'oh', as she instinctively leans up into the touch, seeking out more of it.

Family, she realizes. A brother.

It is almost enough to distract her from the way he dismisses himself. ]

...Perhaps it was different in your Etheirys, but mine would have been destroyed long before my friends and I could save it if not for you.

[ Despite her frown she still continues leaning into his hand — and if he tries to pull it away, she'll reach out and make him keep it there. ]

...and when I was drowning in the Aetherial Sea, I remember your hands pushing me back toward my loved ones' voices. [ Well. Him and Hades both, but she knows if she mentioned the esteemed Emet-Selch that Hythlodaeus would downplay himself again. ] So, if nothing else, Hythlodaeus will always be a hero to me.

[modestpurpose]

[Well, she's not going to be deterred, and far be it from him to argue with her about it. Instead he simply lets out a patient little huff and shakes his head with a smile, giving her hair one last gentle ruffle before he drops his hand away.]

I suppose I can accept that much.

[If he must. Besides, they're having such a nice time here, pushing against what she thinks of him just wouldn't do at all. She's hardly the only person who thinks far more of him than he would say of himself after all...]

I would very much like to test this bow somewhere with a little more space, but can I interest you in a drink before we go rushing off anywhere?

[recreator]

[Hades, too, refrains from drawing any attention to it, and yet a keen ear might pick up a slight quiver when the man next draws breath.]

...ha! You think it unbalanced? Honeyed words and a silver tongue do not come freely, and I highly suspect you will be changing your tune once I've had sufficient opportunity to make the most of our trade.

[Not that he possesses a chance to make good on that declaration at the moment. Before he can do much of anything at all, Hythlodaeus has moved to perch astride him, and Hades can think of few places he would rather the other man be. Oh, if he were to only shift closer to him, he would see about ridding Hythlodaeus of his garments immediately. Instead, his eyes hold a challenge, and Hades compromises by running his hands up Hythlodaeus's legs to rest atop his knees.]

...though I may be in the process of revising my own thoughts.

[Spoken lightly, with a dismissiveness that should make clear that said thoughts do not entail changing his mind by any means. He pets at him fondly, his gaze trained upon Hythlodaeus's face with bright interest - at least until said "ego-fluffing" begins to take place.]

Thus sayeth the wisteria blossom. Did we not agree to keep the teasing to a minimum? I can only accept so many compliments in a single sitting, you know.

[A quiet huff follows, Hades leaning his head to one side, still watching him. He makes no move to bar Hythlodaeus's path, nor to halt him with his words.]

Were you to ask me, I would tell you that nights are most conducive to dreaming.

[A half-hearted grumble follows, and although Hades doesn't seem nervous by any definition of the word, he does perhaps appear mildly embarrassed.]

And I would also remind you that appearance is not an indicator of performance.

[Not that he has anything at all to be worried about, truly. Little way to hide his arousal now.]

[modestpurpose]

[Always so grouchy, Hades...

And yet Hythlodaeus finds himself so incredibly buoyed by the familiarity of it. The situation they are in right now is a strange one in all respects and yet... the man continues to be so irrepressibly himself. All sharp words and grumbling that Hythlodaeus now, as he ever did, sees right through for the bluster that it is. He has always known just how far he can push his friend.

Though, he thinks he might be coming to the end of the other man's patience.]

Hah...

[It's his own performance that is a concern and his own arousal is not well-hidden either, having peaked even further at the very evident pressure of Hades' cock under his ass. Hythlodaeus swallows once, shaking his head in faint amusement as he continues to hold back the tide of his own nerves. This is not the time to allow it to get the better of him.]

I don't find myself with any concerns about your performance. [Do allow him to admire the aesthetics for a moment!] But...

[His gaze wavers for a moment. His fingertips linger at the lowermost point of the scar on Hades' chest before he looks up again, something faintly imploring in his expression.]

I confess to being somewhat out of practice myself, and I may have somewhat overshot my level of confidence. [The smile that comes next is small and semi-awkward.] I don't suppose you'd be opposed to thoroughly ravishing me.

[recreator]

Opposed?

[This isn't quite the sort of confession Hades was expecting, and it shows in the way his eyes widen in pure, uninhibited bafflement. An unguarded expression that makes plain he had assumed Hythlodaeus had some manner of plan in motion, and that things had been proceeding accordingly.]

[He doesn't seem angry, however. Nor disappointed. And it's only some seconds into his quiet staring that Hades's expression smooths out, his eyes slipping shut for a breath before he opens them again, his hands smoothing once more over Hythlodaeus's thighs. He shuffles his shoulders so that he's propped more becomingly against the pillows, ready to draw himself up into a half-reclining position if needed.]

[Finally, he nods.]

Very well, then. If you should first like to finish freeing me of these restrictive trappings, I shall take the lead - for now.

Though I will not promise a thorough ravishing just yet. After all, what sport is there in wearing you out from the onset when our dance has only begun?

[Hades reaches up, the back of his hand glancing gently against Hythlodaeus's cheek, his expression turning soft and reassuring.]

Relax, love. Simply let yourself feel and respond in the way that is most natural to you.

[modestpurpose]

[There had been a plan, at first, with Hythlodaeus so boldly ready to carry it out, but the reality of everything he wanted to do quickly outstripped his confidence in doing it and thus he had been led here, to needing those comforting words of encouragement and all but soaking them in as he meets those glowing golden eyes with his own gaze.

He tilts his head towards that soft brush against his cheek and allows himself to relax, releasing a tension he hadn't realised was gathering in his shoulders.]

... All right.

[If that is to be the way of it. Hythlodaeus smiles and leans down to catch the other man's lips in a warm and lingering kiss.]

When you put it like that, how can I do anything else?

[Another quick kiss follows, like a punctuation mark, and Hythlodaeus sets to work divesting Hades of his clothing. He takes his time, though not so much as to further test either of their patience, and plants the occasional kiss to the skin he lays bare.

The curve of his neck. A shoulder. His chest and stomach, trailing down to his navel where Hythlodaeus pauses to mark him with a gentle nip of teeth.

Shirt and shoes are pitched over the side of the bed. The trousers are next and Hythlodaeus' lips find the inside of Hades' thigh, a smile pressed into the warm skin and firm muscle before he sits up.

He looks at the other man as one would a thing of wonder.

Magnificent.

Hythlodaeus pulls his own shirt off to give some relief from the way his skin feels as if it's burning. Under it he is surprisingly broad-shouldered, lithe and all slender, compact muscle. An archer's build, without a doubt. He shakes his hair free of its braid in almost the same movement.]

You've been terribly obliging. I feel rather spoiled.

[The mischief-maker tilts his head and smiles. His lilac eyes shine.]

But if you would consider yourself sufficiently unrestrained... [Fingertips on Hades' chest again, tripping over his ribs and pausing to teasingly roll around a nipple.] I want you to touch me.

[recreator]

[He has been rather obliging, hasn't he? Downright placid by his own standards, as he tolerates the disrobing, the copious number of pauses Hythlodaeus takes to lean down and bestow his bared skin with affection...]

[In fact, it isn't until Hythlodaeus's attention turns into the barest scrape of teeth that Hades bites back a gasp, trembling as he yet attempts to keep himself in check. By the time his slacks are cast aside, well, it's all he can do not to squirm beneath the warm press of Hythlodaeus's mouth. He lays there too clear-headed to be feverish, yet smoldering all the same, his desire - everything - made so plain that perhaps it should feel obscene.]

[Yet he cannot think too much upon that, for he lifts his eyes in time to watch as Hythlodaeus removes his own shirt, as his braid shakes loose to cascade down his shoulders in waves.]

[Hythlodaeus has always been beautiful. Like this, however, he's certain the very sight could rend weaker hearts in twain. By the star, it's infuriating. Who, precisely, is the ravishing one now, hm?]

[Hades looks pointedly away, feeling his ears once again flushing hot. He would like very much to feign some manner of self-restraint, and yet his mutinous cock chooses this precise moment to twitch in interest. It doesn't help that those clever fingers should choose to wander again, their teasing finally causing that restraint to snap in the form of a muffled whine.]

[Hades glowers up at him, his pupils all but consumed by the fire-bright emotion flickering in his narrowed gaze, his chest heaves, and then Hades is grasping carefully but firmly at his friend's wrists, shifting his weight so that he might gain enough leverage to roll Hythlodaeus to one side next to him.]

Yes, because you've made absolutely certain of that, haven't you?

Honestly. [He huffs, his hands sweeping lightly over his lover's torso before going immediately to the next set of buttons barring his path, intent on divesting Hythlodaeus of what remains of his clothing.]

You'll be lucky if I can recall how to keep my hands to myself ever again.

[modestpurpose]

[In all his days he would have never thought himself so lucky as to see Hades in such a state. Oh, he had thought about it, many a time while imagining a day when the other man might show that kind of interest in him. Always somehow missing the obvious when it came to that.

He would not brush aside the fact that it is him and what he has been doing that has reduced Hades to this. In fact, he delights in the reality of it, lightly biting on his lower lip as he notes that twitch and considers doing something about it, only for the low whine that follows to send a shock of arousal through him so potent that it almost robs him of breath.

There is no resistance from him when he's taken hold of and moved. He giggles warmly, stretching out beneath Hades' attention while the other works to unfasten his clothing, and lets one arm rest by his head while the other toys with Hades' hair.]

You have only yourself to blame for being so diligent in firing my courage. [He says playfully, lifting his hips to make the removal of his trousers easier.] And if I should like you to have your hands on me as often as possible, what then?

[Gently, he curls his fingers against the back of his friend's ear, as if he might try to tug him into kiss him. He doesn't follow through with it, though, leaving Hades to make the decision of where he will go next.]

I would have you make every inch of me yours, as I have long desired.

[recreator]

[That delighted tittering earns the beginnings of a lopsided smile as Hades shifts over him, pleased to see his friend making himself comfortable already. It does wonders for his own confidence - not that he needs any further encouragement.]

"Diligent", he says. All I did was speak the truth. How you chose to interpret those words was hardly my doing.

As if I would leave you to fumble about in a cloud of uncertainty.

[He slides the pants off of him with Hythlodaeus's assistance, pausing to admire the effect he's had on him - more obvious than ever there beneath his undergarments. He feels breathless, but he continues, hooking his fingers into the waistband and peeling those off of him as well.]

Then we are in for a great deal of trouble. Fortunately my intentions for you are not limited to the pursuit of pleasure. We'll have plenty of moments in between to indulge in the sentimental journey together. Doing "couple" things, catching up, learning how to effectively irritate one another.

And. Our practice won't be changing. Unless, of course, you are up for the challenge of making music whilst half of your fingers are preoccupied.

[Hades's gaze returns to his face, and this time his smile is less restrained. He smooths Hythlodaeus's hair back behind his shoulders.]

Worry not. I'll leave you be so that you might catch your breath on occasion, so that you might have time to look back and think of our time together and daydream about me touching you again.

[Hades decides not to take the hint of those fingers behind his ear. But he does decide to use his mouth, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of Hythlodaeus's long neck before he shifts lower to nibble at the junction where neck meets shoulder- gentle at first, and then a bit more sharply as his fingers skate down the lines of his chest, and lower still to tease the underside of his arousal.]

[Hades murmurs against his skin, tracing his collarbone with his mouth.]

Shall I make it so that every mote of your aether yearns for me?

[modestpurpose]

[The lower half of Hythlodaeus' body is no less toned than the rest of him, the lithe muscles of his thighs shifting as he's finally laid entirely bare until Hades' gaze. It's his turn to blush now, the flush of colour working its way down his cheekbones from his ears, and he feels so giddy and excited that he can barely contain it.

The things that smile does to him should be against some kind of law. Hades is such a handsome man and even more so with such a look on his face - it's all Hythlodaeus can do to not flip them again and kiss him until he can barely breathe. Behaving himself takes an effort and he curls his fingers against the pillow by his head as his breathing trembles on an inhale.]

And here I thought I had known you long enough that I had already reached the pinnacle of knowledge in how to irritate you.

[That he could find ways to annoy Hades more than he is already capable of is an interesting thought, though one quickly swept away by the man's teeth nipping against his skin and that wickedly clever hand—]

Oh, please... [Hythlodaeus gasps, his hips twitching up to that teasing touch. His brow furrows, fingers clenched into fabric while the other grips against Hades' back.

He had not realised how tightly wound he already was until that one touch threatened to shatter him.]

Don't make me beg.

[recreator]

[Exquisite.]

[And herein lies a truth that belies Hythlodaeus's protests. One does not simply come by such a physique through no effort of his own. Bearing witness to him thus feels like a gift, and he suspects he will quite enjoy carrying out Hythlodaeus's instructions to make every ilm of him his own. Rather than pull away, Hades humors him by wrapping his fingers more securely around his length, allowing his thumb to brush with warm purpose over the head. He dips his head lower, tracing a path down the center of Hythlodaeus's chest to press a chaste kiss over his heart. Hades's lips turn upwards into a smirk, as he gazes up at him.]

Should I not? You did mention that you're somewhat out of practice. With that in mind, I can hardly be faulted for helping. And, I confess, I am having a great deal of "fun" now that the tables have been turned and I am the one who is teasing you.

[He shifts closer, his hand beginning to work in earnest - careful but deliberate. He presses another kiss to the center of his abdomen, the smug gleam in his eyes turning more serious.]

Would you have me bring you to your conclusion this way? Or perhaps you will hold out until I have taken you properly.

[modestpurpose]

[Hythlodaeus responds immediately and altogether instinctively, it seems, to the additional attention by arching his back slightly and pressing his shoulders into the bed. The trail of kisses feels like fire down the centre of his chest and he answers that damnably handsome smirk with a quiet whine.]

You're terrible. [He half-protests, then curling his toes as the stroking begins in earnest and he feels sparks fly across his nerves. It has been a while, even the twelve thousand years a shade notwithstanding, and he has wanted Hades so much for so long--]

Ngh-- [Is all he can manage for a moment. He takes a few steady breaths to gather up enough stray thoughts that he might say something at least halfway coherent. He reaches down to lightly pet Hades' hair.]

Why make such a difficult choice when I have stamina enough for both? [He twitches his hips up into the man's hand, puffing out a sharp breath. As it stands he doubts he would make it through the preparation in any case, and he thinks Hades deserves to enjoy himself to the fullest as well.] Please, my love. I need you.

[recreator]

I can be terrible...

[He agrees, allowing his voice to trail off into silence, lost beneath the sound of Hythlodaeus's protest and his attempts to steady his breathing. But he did agree that he wouldn't tease him too much and thus... does Hades change position again, retrieving - as promptly as he can - something that will make this more comfortable for them both. His hand retreats but a moment, and when it returns he uses it not only to work against Hythlodaeus, but to guide his own cock hot and heavy against his, providing Hythlodaeus with what he can only hope is more than ample friction. He leans down to lay another kiss over his heart, reverent despite his words.]

Such determination.

[Well then. He supposes they shall both see if Hythlodaeus can put his words to proof. He presses his lips against his bared chest once more as he shifts against him, speaking quietly - as if a private aside is truly necessary when they are the only two here, in this room.]

Let me hear you, then, my Idas. You will have as much of me as you require until I have wrung every onze of passion from your body. [He pauses to bite back a groan, willing the sensation not to take hold of him just yet.] Does that please you?

[If he's going to be greedy about it, he will certainly provide as much as Hythlodaeus can take - provided he doesn't exhaust himself first.]

[modestpurpose]

[Hythlodaeus' approval of the change in position is given clearly enough in how his breath catches again, in the softly whining moan that stirs up in the back of his throat, in how his fingertips dig bluntly against Hades' shoulder while his other hand curls into the sheets. He can barely take his eyes off the other man's but there's an odd sort of urgency in his gaze, as if he fears that should he break away even for a moment something might be lost.

Perhaps that he might be lost.]

Hades...

[He rocks himself up into the other man's grip, biting his own lip to hold in another sound as a shudder of pleasure runs through him from head to foot. As delightful as the idea of taking control of Hades had been he cannot help but find a delerious kind of satisfaction in this turn of events.]

I think-- Nnh... I think... there is little you could do that would not please me.

[Stars, but that extra heat and friction against his cock is almost maddening. He gulps in another breath that turns into a shivering, shaking moan, his hand curling so his fingernails dent into Hades' skin.

He whines the other man's name again, softly, and how funny it is that he could be so unused to this now. Hythlodaeus is no stranger to his own body nor to having other's hands and lips upon it, so how is it that Hades can make it all seem so very new? He gives the shoulder under his vice-grip a little tug, trying to pull his lover up for a kiss.]

Mmn--... you're so good, my Hades... [A quick breath puffs out of him.] Do be sure not to neglect your own pleasure, won't you..?

[recreator]

Truly?

[Hades has found their rhythm now, matching the earnest rocking of Hythlodaeus's hips with the motions of his hand and the slide of his own length accompanying his. He tries to lose himself within it, less focused on precision and calculations, and instead lets himself bask for a moment in this space where his beloved is repeating his name with slowly growing urgency. Where the digging of Hythlodaeus's fingers into his shoulder stokes the primal fire within him. Where such gentle, loving praise is very nearly enough to consume his sense of reason, make him descend upon the other man with ferocious ardor. If this is "good", then what words would Hythlodaeus use to describe such an act? Would he even be capable of words?]

[Hades groans deeply, his eyes simultaneously dark and dazzling with a kaleidoscope of color; he quickens his pace. And when the pressure at his shoulder at last becomes almost too much to bear, he impatiently surges forward to claim Hythlodaeus's mouth again, sloppy and nearly breathless.]

You were right. I can think of of none better suited-- to play that music for me.

[If it went something like this, he could listen to it a thousand, thousand times.]

[modestpurpose]

[Close to begging Hades to kiss him - please, before he loses control of his voice - Hythlodaeus' relief when his prompting is finally taken is barely short of tangible. He wraps his arm around Hades' shoulders as their lips all but crash together, parted and messy and leaving Hythlodaeus chasing after it when Hades pulls away to speak.

He will have less speaking, he thinks, though he has barely had the chance to pull his lover in for another kiss before his toes are curling, his body stiffening as a noisy groan spills out of him, and he has to break away to cry out softly as he vainly battles his impending orgasm.

The pleasure being lavished on him won't be denied. Hythlodaeus feels his body grow hot, everything reduced to the points of contact between he and Hades, and he moans again with a reedy whine of the other man's name as teeth dig against his shoulder and Hythlodaeus tries to muffle his moans as he climaxes.

His hips twitch and shake, pleasure fizzing along his nerves as he unabashedly makes a mess of himself. It feels like time stretches out, but finally he collapses limply against the bed and gasps in a few breaths.]

Oh—

[Hythlodaeus says, and that is all there is to say for a moment while he cards his fingers through Hades' hair.]

Oh, you are magnificent.

[recreator]

[Hythlodaeus is supremely breathtaking like this - both figuratively and quite literally, his desperation all but contagious. Impossible not to lean in closer when that arm clings around his shoulders, impossible not to grind all the more deeply against him, the tempo of those fingers growing faster, yet more erratic.]

[It's instinctual; all of the pomp and bluster fairly spent, so that when Hythlodaeus moves to drag him down into another kiss, Hades is prepared to acquiesce - and with fervor. And yet it is not meant to be, for no sooner do they collide again, than he feels the change in Hythlodaeus, the way he grows rigid beneath him, punctuated by a heated crescendo.]

[For a split second, he thinks, perhaps he will not finish like this. Perhaps he will simply find his pleasure in watching his lover reach a natural conclusion, spent and dishelved and achingly radiant. And yet he finds he is wrong. That stinging pain at his shoulder, the throaty cry Hythlodaeus tries to bury into his skin, and the warm seed spilling between his fingertips proves more than enough to cast him over the precipice after him. His body jerks, a low moan the only warning before Hades follows suit, making a mess of them both before slumping forward, his arm quivering in its valiant effort to keep him propped up, rather than collapsed into a heap.]

[Hades pants above him, and 'tis true, Hythlodaeus himself is a sight. Yet it's one he thinks he could easily grow used to, one which beneath it all makes clear thar someone is wholly pleased and content with himself.]

[Words fail him this time, little more than a croak as he bows his head into the attention, waiting until he feels Hythlodaeus grow soft in his grasp before pulling his hand away.]

This is only a prelude...as you will recall.

[He slumps further, hesitating to make use of his other hand to brush the stray wisps from Hythlodaeus's face and finally thinking better of it.]

You very much look the part of the world's most exquisite disaster. Though I can scarce describe the things that does to me...