What, then? You like being sticky? [He drolls, raising an eyebrow up at him. He would add more. "I shall make note of it for our future forays into the unknown," or some such. Yet before he can fully form said quip, Hythlodaeus is up to his mischief again. The kiss is tolerated - Hades seeming all too willing to allow his lips to part at the first sign of intrusion. Though what he wasn't expecting is the roaming hand that delves straight between his legs - dangerous and altogether sooner than he anticipated. Hades shudders, "harumphing" in protest as he draws his knees together - which, unfortunately, avails him little.]
Already? [He inquires hoarsely, nudging against Hythlodaeus's chest in a half-hearted sort of manner, one which ends with his palm simply resting there over his beating heart.] Why the rush?
[It isn't as if he's going anywhere, though he will admit he quite likes the sound of such a request. If he resists long enough, what might Hythlodaeus do to convince him? Will he beg for the honor?]
[Hades tries to shift and make himself more comfortable - difficult with the pair of wings trapped beneath his shoulders. He must look restless with the way he flexes his shoulders and leans to one side, his thighs digging against that hand a little.]
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Date: 2024-07-31 12:09 am (UTC)Already? [He inquires hoarsely, nudging against Hythlodaeus's chest in a half-hearted sort of manner, one which ends with his palm simply resting there over his beating heart.] Why the rush?
[It isn't as if he's going anywhere, though he will admit he quite likes the sound of such a request. If he resists long enough, what might Hythlodaeus do to convince him? Will he beg for the honor?]
[Hades tries to shift and make himself more comfortable - difficult with the pair of wings trapped beneath his shoulders. He must look restless with the way he flexes his shoulders and leans to one side, his thighs digging against that hand a little.]