[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.]
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Date: 2024-07-30 12:00 am (UTC)[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.]