Of course I don't, for when do you not have a mind for mischief? I was only wondering if you knew.
[He could share that he finds a certain charm in these expressions, but he will leave such sentimentalities unspoken, something for Hythlodaeus to pick apart at his leisure. Another impatient huff soon follows, though whether he likes it or no, Hades yet refrains from ordering Hythlodaeus to stop. The touches are playful, benign... mostly benign. And Hades has little to add when Hythlodaeus pulls him in for yet another kiss. He's still a little breathless, really - marked by the clumsy way he pulls back once or twice for air - yet when he returns, it is always with a sweetness that feels intentional - as if he is making a concerted effort to set his usual temper aside for his lover's sake.]
[Or would, if Hythlodaeus didn't continue to test it. Hades finds himself set upon again, a mild protest muffled against their joined lips, though this time he decides to be a little wicked back, making a point to shift forward just enough so that he brushes himself pointedly against the intrusion of that knee. He's hardly as insatiable as his partner in this, but that doesn't mean he can't be coaxed to readiness again - with enough patience and persuasion.]
[It won't take much.]
[Hythlodaeus is warm, all soft skin and firm build. And really, who's to stop him if he allows his own hands to drift around his waist and up along the muscles of his back and shoulders. 'Tis only fair when Hythlodaeus himself is practically molded against him, as close as he can get. He shivers again, gasping as those fingers slip into the far-too-sensitive region where flesh becomes feathers, his wings fluttering quite against his will, stirring the air and causing shadows to scurry along the walls.]
[At last he breaks away again, panting silently. His eyes narrowed as he stares into that winsome face. 'Twill be difficult to negotiate at all - like this.]
I am not in the habit of blaming myself for a mutually desirable outcome. [Another thin beating of wings, and this time he attempts to stretch his shoulders into it without moving their faces apart by even an ilm.] But fine. Show me how you would do it, and then we shall see.
["Show me how you would take me," he does not clarify, but he continues watching him, as if to see what he plans to do next.]
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Date: 2024-09-07 05:24 pm (UTC)[He could share that he finds a certain charm in these expressions, but he will leave such sentimentalities unspoken, something for Hythlodaeus to pick apart at his leisure. Another impatient huff soon follows, though whether he likes it or no, Hades yet refrains from ordering Hythlodaeus to stop. The touches are playful, benign... mostly benign. And Hades has little to add when Hythlodaeus pulls him in for yet another kiss. He's still a little breathless, really - marked by the clumsy way he pulls back once or twice for air - yet when he returns, it is always with a sweetness that feels intentional - as if he is making a concerted effort to set his usual temper aside for his lover's sake.]
[Or would, if Hythlodaeus didn't continue to test it. Hades finds himself set upon again, a mild protest muffled against their joined lips, though this time he decides to be a little wicked back, making a point to shift forward just enough so that he brushes himself pointedly against the intrusion of that knee. He's hardly as insatiable as his partner in this, but that doesn't mean he can't be coaxed to readiness again - with enough patience and persuasion.]
[It won't take much.]
[Hythlodaeus is warm, all soft skin and firm build. And really, who's to stop him if he allows his own hands to drift around his waist and up along the muscles of his back and shoulders. 'Tis only fair when Hythlodaeus himself is practically molded against him, as close as he can get. He shivers again, gasping as those fingers slip into the far-too-sensitive region where flesh becomes feathers, his wings fluttering quite against his will, stirring the air and causing shadows to scurry along the walls.]
[At last he breaks away again, panting silently. His eyes narrowed as he stares into that winsome face. 'Twill be difficult to negotiate at all - like this.]
I am not in the habit of blaming myself for a mutually desirable outcome.
[Another thin beating of wings, and this time he attempts to stretch his shoulders into it without moving their faces apart by even an ilm.] But fine. Show me how you would do it, and then we shall see.
["Show me how you would take me," he does not clarify, but he continues watching him, as if to see what he plans to do next.]