[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.
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Date: 2024-07-08 12:24 am (UTC)[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.