[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.
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Date: 2024-07-05 04:23 am (UTC)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.