[Hythlodaeus is supremely breathtaking like this - both figuratively and quite literally, his desperation all but contagious. Impossible not to lean in closer when that arm clings around his shoulders, impossible not to grind all the more deeply against him, the tempo of those fingers growing faster, yet more erratic.]
[It's instinctual; all of the pomp and bluster fairly spent, so that when Hythlodaeus moves to drag him down into another kiss, Hades is prepared to acquiesce - and with fervor. And yet it is not meant to be, for no sooner do they collide again, than he feels the change in Hythlodaeus, the way he grows rigid beneath him, punctuated by a heated crescendo.]
[For a split second, he thinks, perhaps he will not finish like this. Perhaps he will simply find his pleasure in watching his lover reach a natural conclusion, spent and dishelved and achingly radiant. And yet he finds he is wrong. That stinging pain at his shoulder, the throaty cry Hythlodaeus tries to bury into his skin, and the warm seed spilling between his fingertips proves more than enough to cast him over the precipice after him. His body jerks, a low moan the only warning before Hades follows suit, making a mess of them both before slumping forward, his arm quivering in its valiant effort to keep him propped up, rather than collapsed into a heap.]
[Hades pants above him, and 'tis true, Hythlodaeus himself is a sight. Yet it's one he thinks he could easily grow used to, one which beneath it all makes clear thar someone is wholly pleased and content with himself.]
[Words fail him this time, little more than a croak as he bows his head into the attention, waiting until he feels Hythlodaeus grow soft in his grasp before pulling his hand away.]
This is only a prelude...as you will recall.
[He slumps further, hesitating to make use of his other hand to brush the stray wisps from Hythlodaeus's face and finally thinking better of it.]
You very much look the part of the world's most exquisite disaster. Though I can scarce describe the things that does to me...
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Date: 2024-07-30 03:38 am (UTC)[It's instinctual; all of the pomp and bluster fairly spent, so that when Hythlodaeus moves to drag him down into another kiss, Hades is prepared to acquiesce - and with fervor. And yet it is not meant to be, for no sooner do they collide again, than he feels the change in Hythlodaeus, the way he grows rigid beneath him, punctuated by a heated crescendo.]
[For a split second, he thinks, perhaps he will not finish like this. Perhaps he will simply find his pleasure in watching his lover reach a natural conclusion, spent and dishelved and achingly radiant. And yet he finds he is wrong. That stinging pain at his shoulder, the throaty cry Hythlodaeus tries to bury into his skin, and the warm seed spilling between his fingertips proves more than enough to cast him over the precipice after him. His body jerks, a low moan the only warning before Hades follows suit, making a mess of them both before slumping forward, his arm quivering in its valiant effort to keep him propped up, rather than collapsed into a heap.]
[Hades pants above him, and 'tis true, Hythlodaeus himself is a sight. Yet it's one he thinks he could easily grow used to, one which beneath it all makes clear thar someone is wholly pleased and content with himself.]
[Words fail him this time, little more than a croak as he bows his head into the attention, waiting until he feels Hythlodaeus grow soft in his grasp before pulling his hand away.]
This is only a prelude...as you will recall.
[He slumps further, hesitating to make use of his other hand to brush the stray wisps from Hythlodaeus's face and finally thinking better of it.]
You very much look the part of the world's most exquisite disaster. Though I can scarce describe the things that does to me...