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[Though hardly the most world-rocking orgasm Hythlodaeus has ever had, he's quite sure he would not have traded off the experience for anything. Having those familiar hands on him in such new ways and knowing that it was all for him, that Hades was focused so fully on pleasing him, fills an all-too-ancient want that he has carried since long before his sacrifice to Zodiark.

He hums softly, half agreement and half satisfaction, and he lets the afterglow of it all sink into him with not another care in his head.]

Lost for words, with all of your eloquence..? [Hythlodaeus chuckles and curls a lock of white hair around his fingers, pecking a light kiss to Hades' lips.] A sight I shall be committing to memory, I think.

[As sense slowly creeps back into his boneless limbs he stretches and sighs, curling one arm over his head while the other continues to toy with the other man's hair.]

But, if you will permit me... [Carefully, he pushes himself up onto his elbows, and he coaxes Hades to turn until he's on his back again.] I believe I can offer you some momentary reprieve to gather your senses. [There is a quiet, wry confidence in his eyes that had been harder to see before as he stretches himself out alongside his lover, hooking one leg loosely over him and planting a few kisses to his face.

Nimble fingers trace along the curve of his neck, the faint dent of the bite left in his shoulder, the sweep of a rib... Hythlodaeus hums again, entirely besotted, and his lips follow the trail of his fingertips over passion-warmed skin as he teases back and forth against a nipple with the pad of his thumb.

Allowing Hades to gather any kind of sense is clearly not what is on Hythlodaeus' mind at all.]

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[Hades seems too exhausted to answer, his only response in the twitch of his mouth. Neither a frown nor a smirk - yet one smoothed out soon enough by the brush of Hythlodaeus's lips, which seems consolation enough for him to forgive such smugness.]

[It becomes clear, however, that Hades won't be able to keep himself aloft forever. There's a mild grunt of protest, but when he is negotiated onto his back once more, Hades goes willingly, his breathing deep and irregular like broken waves as he comes back down to earth once more, letting his limbs stretch out where they will. His eyes still hold a vacant if dazzling hue, the blacks of his pupils entirely swallowed up by bright rings of color and a rustling beneath him indicates that he has lost control of the glamour that typically obscures his wings from view, although he seems too overwhelmed to pay them any mind.]

[For a time.]

[Only for a time.]

What reprieve?

[Hades at last puffs out, the inquiry ending on a whine as he tries in vain to squirm away from Hythlodaeus's clever fingers. It is much too soon for that! To think that even now he's denied a moment's rest...!]

[Yet he cannot be too sorry about it. Hythlodaeus seems incredibly smug in the moment, and if this persists, it can only bode well for the future. Oh, but if only he would allow him to gather his words. He still feels overheated and shivery and far too sensitive to bear this sort of attention, much less gather up more than the leftover dregs of a complaint with which to defend himself.]

Here I thought you were helping, but in truth you're being positively wicked. Insatiable creature... taking advantage when I'm vulnerable...

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[His eyes do look captivating like this, but Hythlodaeus does not mention them just in case Hades takes that as an indication to try and get them under control.]

Did you expect anything else of me, my love? [The tone of his voice is unmistakably mischievous as he nips his teeth lightly against Hades' chest before lifting his head, looking at him for a moment in his delightfully wrecked state. And Hythlodaeus was the one looking the part of an exquisite disaster..? Hades can have no idea how stunning he is.]

You know that I will stop if you ask. [He does not expect Hades to ask. At least, not to mean it if he does.

The rustling and appearance of those wings of his does not go unnoticed either. Hythlodaeus shifts, strokes his fingers over the shifting feathers and then smooths his palm over the delicate bone supporting the structure.]

These are lovely, too...

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[A shake of his head. Nay, he would expect no less after what they've revealed to one another. He makes no attempt to bid him "stop", although the scrape of teeth does have him letting out another hissing breath - though he doesn't so much as flinch this time.]

[Hythlodaeus will find that these particular wings are nothing at all like Hades's true form, these instead being all soft, downy feathers, free of any sharp angles or pointed edges. The color seems to shift in the light, purest black in shadow and a pearlescent gradient of golds and violets when the illusory sunbeams strike upon them just right. They quiver beneath Hythlodaeus's touch, and Hades sucks in another breath, trying (in vain) to drag himself a little further beyond arm's reach. His skin flushes pink. Just as sensitive as the rest of him, apparently.]

If you're going to admire me, at least be tidy about it.

[For they are still, indeed, a mess. Hades swipes an arm over his forehead, damp with perspiration, and tries again to collect himself. He would comment upon Hythlodaeus's newfound appetite, but there is something thrilling (if a touch scandalous) in the thought of Hythlodaeus wanting to place his mark upon him again and again.]

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Tidy about it? [Hythlodaeus laughs merrily as he half sits up, leaning his weight against the heel of his hand and looking down at the other man in open admiration.] It isn't a medical examination.

[Oh, Hades. His expression softens and he drops back to his elbow again, leaning in to capture another kiss while his free hand roams over that flushed and sweat-damp chest. They are indeed still a mess but he cares very little about that when he's planning to be even more of a mess before the evening is out.

He sees the signs of Hades trying to pull himself back together all too easily and smiles against his lips while that wickedly roaming hand slips teasingly between his legs, coming to rest against the tender skin of his inner thigh. There's nothing else but the promise of what he might do next as he lets the touch linger.]

I want to take you. [Hythlodaeus says then, quietly, leaning in to kiss against his shoulder.] May I?

[He cannot help but wonder how his name might sound cried out on Hades' lips. His body shivers with the thought of it, and though he does not plan to rush them to another climax too quickly... he cannot help his rapidly returning eagerness.]

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What, then? You like being sticky? [He drolls, raising an eyebrow up at him. He would add more. "I shall make note of it for our future forays into the unknown," or some such. Yet before he can fully form said quip, Hythlodaeus is up to his mischief again. The kiss is tolerated - Hades seeming all too willing to allow his lips to part at the first sign of intrusion. Though what he wasn't expecting is the roaming hand that delves straight between his legs - dangerous and altogether sooner than he anticipated. Hades shudders, "harumphing" in protest as he draws his knees together - which, unfortunately, avails him little.]

Already? [He inquires hoarsely, nudging against Hythlodaeus's chest in a half-hearted sort of manner, one which ends with his palm simply resting there over his beating heart.] Why the rush?

[It isn't as if he's going anywhere, though he will admit he quite likes the sound of such a request. If he resists long enough, what might Hythlodaeus do to convince him? Will he beg for the honor?]

[Hades tries to shift and make himself more comfortable - difficult with the pair of wings trapped beneath his shoulders. He must look restless with the way he flexes his shoulders and leans to one side, his thighs digging against that hand a little.]

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There's no rush at all. [Hythlodaeus assures him in a light tone, almost gentle with it as he takes in the sight of Hades squirming and shifting under him. It's... cute, he thinks fondly, giving the thigh under his palm an firm squeeze by way of admonishment for all this wriggling and protesting.] As for the stickiness... 't is hardly an obstacle, unless you have a pressing need to clean it up.

[His head tilts, and he smiles that mischievous smile of his.]

You should have no trouble with bringing forth a washcloth to tidy yourself to your satisfaction.

[Creation magic requiring clarity of thought and being somewhat of an exacting endeavour, Hythlodaeus knows well that his current activities are keeping Hades from being able to do just that very thing.

He does, though, briefly pass his gaze over the man's wings and a tiny frown of concern flickers over his face.]

Are you uncomfortable? Sit up if you must.

[He might like to get a better look at those wings if given the opportunity, in any case...]

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[Well, he's afforded some clarity for the moment, and chooses to occupy this opportunity with his trademark grousing. Not enough focus to do as Hythlodaeus suggests without risking a mistake, but enough to speak coherently, at least.]

Gangly things, always getting in the way. Is it any wonder that one of my first orders of business was finding a means to glamour them away? Works most of the time. Though less so when... distracted.

[Huffing, he settles for rolling over onto his side towards Hythlodaeus, and this time the press of his legs around that questing hand is likely not an oversight - enough to meet admonishment with admonishment, yet not enough to cause either Hythlodaeus's hand, nor himself, unreasonable discomfort.]

Make me an offer and I will think about it. Since you are in no rush, apparently, and already seem to be having a marvelous time tormenting me. Were you aware that your eyes crinkle when you are up to no good?

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[The movement prompts a little giggle as Hythlodaeus finds his hand comfortably caught between Hades' thighs and finally takes the hint to move it, placing his palm against the man's hip instead. His thumb strokes idly back and forth as if he might soothe away his grumpy lover's poor humour, such as it is.]

Do you need such a tell to see when I have a mind for mischief? [He challenges playfully as his hand slides up along the curve of Hades' hip and then lifts, his fingertips walking step by step against the other man's shoulder and then curling loosely into his hair as he pulls him in for another kiss.

The distraction of his lips on Hades' is used as an opportunity, of course, to press himself close and fit his body against his lover's, teasingly nudging his knee against the narrow gap between Hades' thighs. He is wicked, terrible, an insatiable little creature, and he knows it, but for all his teasing he isn't pushing things too far just yet.]

Make you an offer..? [He murmurs against Hades' lips, a small smile on his own as the kiss lingers.] Are you proposing a negotiation before you give any ground to my desires? [Another brief kiss brushes his lips between one breath and the next.] You do not seem to realise your current disadvantage.

[That is, that Hythlodaeus is miraculously more put together right now than Hades is managing to be, and that nimble hand of his is somehow managing to be everywhere. As he speaks the final word he trails his fingers down Hades' spine, between his shoulder blades and the places where wings meet skin, and he lightly bumps their foreheads together.]

And, I might say... you only have yourself to blame for my boldness.

[July Mingle / Text] [cw: eventually nsfw]

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Dearest love,

Your presence is requested at the third junction of the fern trail lest the remainder of mine afternoon be blotted out by the balmy haze of good drink and entirely forgettable company. Animals, mostly.

In short: You are cordially invited to woo me for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent to whatever manner of mischief you might be able to conjure up for us.

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My darling...

While I accept your invitation and will be at your side with all haste, I have one pressing question to ask.

Are you drunk?

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No. The animals are quite real. And I have imbibed just enough and not a drop of excess.

Though I may consider changing mine answer if it leads to a more favorable outcome.

Why?

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I was merely wondering how much catching up I would have to do to meet you.

Do you have enough additional libations for the task?

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There's plenty wine for the task, though given I will find myself drunk on your loveliness ere long, whether or not you will be able to "catch up" remains to be seen.

Your presence is more than enough, however.
I would not wish any companion in the world but you.

When you arrive, look up, and there will I be.

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Now this I simply must see.

[Hades is not difficult to locate with the shade of his aether shining like a beacon across Folkmore, and Hythlodaeus has no trouble at all in getting to him.

Look up, he'd said, and so he does with one arm shading his eyes from the sun, and then he giggles.]

Heh heh heh... oh, my. Hades, what are you up to?

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[And there he is. He looks none the worse for wear, actually, though his wings are splayed out, loose and relaxed, on either side of the branch he's perched upon. Hades leans back against the trunk of a particularly sturdy looking oak tree, a bottle of wine clutched to his chest and one leg swinging precariously back and forth over the edge. A crown of narcissus and asphodel adorns his head - though by its inexact placement, one might guess he did not place it there himself.]

[A delay whilst he collects himself, and then two bright golden eyes lock onto Hythlodaeus. He shrugs then, as if it's a chore just to explain himself - but he does so anyway.]

I'm lounging; what does it look like? The fae creatures kept pestering me with their scarcely concealed euphemisms and thus did I escape into these boughs for a moment of reprieve and rose-tinted reflection.

You are late, my love.

[He isn't, even if Hades seems to think so.]

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Late? And here I did not even know I was expected until moments ago.

[He can't recall the last time he saw Hades in such a state of relaxation! Hythlodaeus giggles again against the back of his hand and then plants that same hand to his hip, a smile clear on his face.

Is he wearing flowers in his hair? How utterly delightful.]

Am I expected to join you amidst the boughs? I have my doubts that branch will take the weight of us both.

[Though, admittedly... he's willing to give it a try.]

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Must it be said? Absent thine presence, a moment stretches on like years to one starved of your attentions. Let your laughter be a salve upon my weary soul, and your merriment a river running through the desert of my heart.

[Hades waves a hand in an unworried manner, inclining his head in such a way that makes it clear he expects Hythlodaeus to join him all the same. Besides, it isn't as if such a feat is strictly impossible.]

Difficult, perhaps, to join me as you are. Though if memory serves, you have several means at your disposal. I shall be curious to see which of these proves most effective.

[Sprawling back against the bark, Hades folds one leg over the other and examines the bottle more closely, as if by doing so it might at last relinquish its secrets.]

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[He closes his eyes for a moment as he allows the poetry in Hades' words to wash over him. One so rarely heard him speak thus, after all, and it was always a delight to hear it.]

Hmm. 't is to be a challenge, then.

[Hythlodaeus steps back, narrowing his eyes on his target as if trying to calculate the best way to ascend.

Then, all at once, his entire form seems to shrink and fold in on itself, a flurry of fabric and lilac shades, and in place of the man is a small white bird with a long, purple tail and a neat crest of purple feathers. The bird quickly ascends, landing easily on the branch in front of Hades, and then the man himself is present once again.

He stays still, then shifts, ensuring the sturdiness of the branch in supporting their combined weight before he chuckles and shifts forwards almost like a prowling cat. One hand clasps over Hades' thigh as he leans in to kiss him, tasting the wine on his lips.]

There, my love. Are you satisfied?

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Hardly a challenge.

[For if it were truly one, he'd have made certain to choose something a touch more difficult. Instead, he's left to watch as Hythlodaeus transforms into some exotic little songbird and immediately flitters upwards to alight on the branch before him with practiced ease.]

[For Hades's part, he still doesn't seem to doubt the sturdiness of the branch. After all, should it snap in twain, there's surely enough time to catch himself before he lands. It might even be exciting.]

[Hades shifts the bottle so that Hythlodaeus can't take it from him right away, but he remains open to the kiss, tilting his head up just enough and sliding his free hand around Hythlodaeus's waist to hold him there lest he fall or, heavens forfend, decide to fly back down into the bushes, visible but frustratingly out of reach.]

And no, I am not satisfied; not yet. But I suspect I will be, ere long.

[Oh, but he does look as criminally beautiful as ever.]

You don't mean to spend the entire afternoon on your knees, I should hope. It looks dreadfully uncomfortable.

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Of course I don't, for when do you not have a mind for mischief? I was only wondering if you knew.

[He could share that he finds a certain charm in these expressions, but he will leave such sentimentalities unspoken, something for Hythlodaeus to pick apart at his leisure. Another impatient huff soon follows, though whether he likes it or no, Hades yet refrains from ordering Hythlodaeus to stop. The touches are playful, benign... mostly benign. And Hades has little to add when Hythlodaeus pulls him in for yet another kiss. He's still a little breathless, really - marked by the clumsy way he pulls back once or twice for air - yet when he returns, it is always with a sweetness that feels intentional - as if he is making a concerted effort to set his usual temper aside for his lover's sake.]

[Or would, if Hythlodaeus didn't continue to test it. Hades finds himself set upon again, a mild protest muffled against their joined lips, though this time he decides to be a little wicked back, making a point to shift forward just enough so that he brushes himself pointedly against the intrusion of that knee. He's hardly as insatiable as his partner in this, but that doesn't mean he can't be coaxed to readiness again - with enough patience and persuasion.]

[It won't take much.]

[Hythlodaeus is warm, all soft skin and firm build. And really, who's to stop him if he allows his own hands to drift around his waist and up along the muscles of his back and shoulders. 'Tis only fair when Hythlodaeus himself is practically molded against him, as close as he can get. He shivers again, gasping as those fingers slip into the far-too-sensitive region where flesh becomes feathers, his wings fluttering quite against his will, stirring the air and causing shadows to scurry along the walls.]

[At last he breaks away again, panting silently. His eyes narrowed as he stares into that winsome face. 'Twill be difficult to negotiate at all - like this.]

I am not in the habit of blaming myself for a mutually desirable outcome.
[Another thin beating of wings, and this time he attempts to stretch his shoulders into it without moving their faces apart by even an ilm.] But fine. Show me how you would do it, and then we shall see.

["Show me how you would take me," he does not clarify, but he continues watching him, as if to see what he plans to do next.]

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[Hmm, and so they return to this... but by now Hythlodaeus feels far more prepared to take the other man up on his offer. Show him how he would do it, then? It is far more an invitation than it would appear, with Hythlodaeus planning on much more than a mere demonstration, and he smiles winsomely once again as he sits up a little.]

As you insist.

[Creation magic has never been entirely his forte but he can at least manage to procure the small bottle that appears in his hand with a small swirl of aether and pieced-together concentration. After all, 'tis hardly difficult to call to mind what he desires to appear in his instance.

With it tucked in hand he gently nudges the other man's legs apart and shifts to place himself between them, lowering his head to nip a small kiss to the inside of one of his thighs. It may end up being more than Hades has the patience for, but he did ask, and while the bottle's contents gradually warm against Hythlodaeus' palm he turns his attention to his partner's cock, lightly lapping his tongue along the length before taking the head into his mouth.

His eyes shine as he looks up, as if he's challenging Hades to not react. Show him how he would take him? Oh, but he plans to take him apart.]

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Hmm? And here I had a mind that you might enjoy having me on my knees.

[He teases, smiles, and leans in for another kiss with the security that Hades' arm around him brings. Having no attention to pull himself out of reach by mishap or otherwise, he leans in to the other man's touch and plays with a lock of his hair with one hand while the other keeps his balance.]

I do like this new accessory. [Hythlodaeus comments, nodding his head upwards towards the crown circling Hades' head.]

I dare say it quite suits you.

[To see his edges so softened... It's cute.]

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What? This old thing?

[Hades snorts softly, and makes a show of rolling his eyes upwards since both of his hands are presently occupied - and will be for some time, he imagines. He has little desire to let the bottle go, and even less to displace the other from where it is still tucked warmly into the dip at the base of Hythlodaeus's spine.]

The creatures were quite insistent that everyone should wear one. Some cultural affair or other. You may have it if you like.

[It doesn't suit him at all, but Hythlodaeus seems soft and amused by it, and he doesn't mind watching such an expression on his face for a few moments longer.]

And perhaps I would. But right now it is still far too early.

[He tugs gently at Hythlodaeus for emphasis. He's more than welcome to move closer if he has a care to. While his arms are occupied, his lap is vacant, and there's more than enough room.]

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[Hades could argue that he isn't insisting anything, but that winsome smile has him holding his tongue, eager to see what Hythlodaeus will choose to do next, though he tries his best not to show it. His breathing has evened out considerably, his face still mildly flushed with the remnants of satisfaction.]

[And so he watches and waits while Hythlodaeus weaves together loose strands of either into something small and tangible. He need not even ask what that tiny bottle contains for he can well imagine that they will find a use for it in short order.]

[Humoring him somewhat, Hades yields to the gentle direction. 'Tis been a great while since he last allowed himself to be so vulnerable, yet he tilts his knees further apart, spreading his thighs to allow Hythlodaeus just enough room to settle comfortably between them. His eyes are still bright pinpoints in the fading light, his body propped forward so that he can see over the slope of his own chest to Hythlodaeus leaning low over him.]

[The nip earns another strained hiss, soft but audible in the silence, yet before he can form a coherent objection, Hythlodaeus has made his move. He shouldn't be surprised, not really, however he wasn't expecting Hythlodaeus to immediately begin pleasuring him with his mouth. A few tantalizing swipes of the tongue is one thing, but before he knows it the head of his cock has vanished between his lover's soft, full lips, and Hythlodaeus is staring up at him in open, mirthful challenge.]

[It's not much of a challenge. Hades' fingertips dig in beneath him, twisting the bedsheets harshly as he struggles not to jolt right out of his own skin.]

[Oh, he might be able to endure the teasing explorations of a hand, or a naked body pressed against his own, but there is little which could have prepared him for the nigh perfect warmth of Hythlodaeus's mouth closing in around his cock. And this is only the beginning. If Hythlodaeus has his way, he realizes, he'll be nothing but mindless, desperate heap begging for more - and enjoying every moment of it, no doubt.]

[While he'd like to think himself far more controlled than this, there's no hiding the pitiful, plaintive whine that escapes him or the way he has to drag in another breath. A good thing his fingers are occupied, elsewise he's certain he'd be tangling them into Hythlodaeus's hair and coaxing him further down so he might revel in that delicious heat.]