[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.]
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Date: 2024-07-03 02:59 am (UTC)...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.]