[A short, if clear acknowledgment. Of course Emet-Selch knows what he's implying, as his thoughts had drifted in the very same direction. While he'll likely wish he had finished his plate, the pasta (tastefully prepared as it is), is starting to look far less appetizing than the man sitting across from him.]
[Emet-Selch studies the dish thoughtfully.]
I find I could get used to it - this brazen audacity of yours. Still, I'm inclined to agree. We've much ground to cover, and while one can only hope such talk is not nearly as exhaustive as your promised demonstration, I would prefer not to leave you with any unanswered questions tonight.
As for the preparations themselves, I am confident you will find them more than adequate.
[A wave of his hand as he meets that mischievous smile with one of his own.]
And if not, then I suppose we'll just have to improvise, won't we?
[Hythlodaeus is doing - he thinks - a very good job of acting like he's got all the patience in the world for this runaround. In truth, he would drag Emet-Selch out of the door by his shirt if he didn't think the man would immediately scold him quite severely for making a scene. Besides, the mischievous teasing is fun in its own way, and even more so when his companion actually responds to it in kind.
Well then. He didn't think Hades had it in him.]
I suppose we shall. I find myself quite looking forward to it.
[Understatement of the eon. Hythlodaeus' patience lasts through the rest of their meal but does not extend to dessert, which the two of them have boxed up to go before one of them ends up saying something far too out of turn for a public setting.
He's almost giddy with anticipation when they arrive back at Emet-Selch's door and he does not wait long after entering the house before he's setting the bag containing their boxed treats down by his feet and curling his slender fingers into the other man's collar. He catches his lip slightly between his teeth as he gives the fabric a light but meaningful tug.]
Hades.
[Hythlodaeus looks up at the man from under his eyelashes.]
Still hungry are we? And this after we've just spent the last bell dining together.
[The quip is unnecessary, truly. A force of habit to fill the silence left in the wake of Hythlodaeus's...demand. For what else can he call such a firm assertion, one which leaves no room for misinterpretation? Hades's eyes are nearly blinding in the dim light of his living area. Here, there is no one else around to see, no one else around to hear, and little need to keep up any manner of appearance - save perhaps for his own pride.]
[Pride which, at the moment, is nearly drowned out by the way his own blood quickens in his veins, by just what those words do to him - and how much.]
[Hades takes a step forward, his hand sliding up the back of Hythlodaeus's spine as he meets that gaze, as he leans down - the what? scarcely an ilm or two between them - to kiss him again properly. He doesn't quite give in to the tug, however. Perhaps he's testing his luck - or gauging Hythlodaeus's desperation.]
[Still, the time for waiting is over, and so Hades speaks frankly, his breath still warm against Hythlodaeus's mouth.]
Tell me how you want me.
We should at least set the stage for the rest of the evening, should we not?
[He is sure that Hades is still trying to tease him, and how cruel he is to do something like that, but Hythlodaeus decides to go along with it.
He's hardly so shy that he's going to falter now. That kiss is answered hungrily, leaned up into as he keeps his grip on the other man's collar, and he just about manages not to whine when Hades draws away from him.
'Tell me how you want me.', he says, and Hythlodaeus' brain locks down for a moment. How is he supposed to answer that question? He has so many fantasies he scarcely has the words to describe them.]
I want to undress you. [Hythlodaeus tells him after a few moments of thought. His hands trail down the other man's chest with idle slowness.] And take my time to explore every inch of your skin.
[He inhales. His breathing shakes.]
I want you to touch me until all I can think about is you. I don't want to have a single thought in my head save for your name. [A button slides open under his thumb. He looks up at Hades again, meeting his eyes.] I want you to take me and I don't want you to tease too much. Not this time. I want to be yours, Hades, in every way you would mark me as such.
[That same hand moves up again, sliding into Hades' hair, gently combing through it.]
And I want you to be mine. I want to carve my love for you into your skin until it aches. [He's almost whispering, his eyes soft but earnest, meaning every word.]
I want you to make love to me like you've waited twelve thousand years to do it.
[Hades scarcely knows what to do for a moment, met as he is with such earnest honesty. He should be used to it by now, perhaps, and yet it still surprises him - startles him - when he has gone so long without, spent so much time mourning the loss of a soft laugh and a gentle hand.]
[Honest answers beget honest answers. There's no place for grumbling or teasing here, no room for misunderstanding. Idas has laid his heart bare. How then can he respond with anything less?]
[Hades exhales slowly, as if all of the tension and bluster is being evicted. He doesn't so much move, and yet he presses forward, ever so slightly, into that touch, lifting an arm to wind his fingers around the hand now combing through his hair - but doesn't stop its trajectory.]
What other way is there, love? Doubt you the span of years, or the breadth of my affection? 'Tis the only way I would know how to please you, and yet I could not tell you what such a thing would look like even if you asked me to.
[Hades meets his eyes.]
I would have you laid out beneath me with your hair tumbling across the pillows, your face cast in shadow so that I might drown myself in the color of your eyes. I would have you over me, leant forward so I may watch your delight and your ecstasy.
You speak of the flesh, and yet it is an ephemeral, borrowed thing. Yet if I were to mark you, I would engrave my love upon your very soul, so that you would never again have reason to doubt.
[He plucks the hand gently from his hair, presses his lips to the back of Hythlodaeus's hand before pressing it between his own. His gaze drifts, briefly, towards the door of his bedroom suite - still slightly ajar, with a warm, inviting golden glow spilling through the cracks.]
So go on. Explore to your heart's content. And perhaps in so doing you will see fit to lead me into sweet delirium, or drive me to the edge of tears. Mayhaps both at the same time.
[Up until the very last moment, he isn't entirely certain of how his words will be received. He is certain that Hades won't mock him, no, nothing like that, but as for what he will say...
And of course it is beyond anything he could have hoped to hear. He listens, enraptured once again by the other man's voice, while he speaks his heart with such eloquence and openness as Hythlodaeus has never quite heard from his lips. His heart swells close to cracking with it, brimming with emotion, the hand so gently clasped subtly trembling between warm palms.
Hades' attention drifts and his own goes with it, the barest of glances cast over his shoulder to that doorway before he's drawn back to the other man's face again. He pulls Hades' hands against his chest where his heart beats frantic and solid against his ribs and his still-free one slips nimble fingers around the back of his companion's neck to draw him in for another deep, warm kiss.]
I love you. [He's teased it. Hinted it. Now he puts it into plain words.] With all my heart and soul. With every mote of my being.
[Then he smiles, lowering their hands between them and snagging Hades' fingers as he steps back. Steps towards that inviting open door.]
Come. [Hythlodaeus tilts his head as his expression turns coy and soft all at once.] Let me show by actions what can never be adequately expressed in words.
[He can feel it. The way his fingers tremor, the wild rhythm beneath the palms of his hands where Hythlodaeus left them to feel. So much fire and excitement... He senses, too, the way his aether swells in anticipation, proven yet again as he's drawn into an ardent, affectionate kiss. The sort one reads about in books but never quite expects to experience himself.]
[Had his limbs not just been arranged in such a way, Hades would surely pull him in deeper still, instigate some of the desires Hythlodaeus had laid out for him. And yet it seems this discussion isn't over just yet. Hythlodaeus may as well be speaking music in place of words.]
[Hades is left to stare a moment, his fingers shifting against the loose fabric of Hythlodaeus's shirt, his eyelids drooping half-closed as he allows the notes to sweep over him again before - at last - he chuckles quietly, a single syllable both deep and fond.] I can feel it.
How fortunate I was planning to give you mine own heart. Yours seems fit to jump right out of your chest.
[He allows himself to be led towards his own bedroom, strange as it is. 'And a little early for that,' he thinks. His lips quirk briefly, and then his usual seriousness returns. Hythlodaeus had said that he shouldn't tease him too much. Which means he's still allowed to indulge in their usual games just enough.]
I would not have said your choice of words were inadequate. Still, if you believe you can do better, I'm not about to deny you your performance - assuming there will be some opportunity for audience participation...?
Do mind the bed, however.
[Hythlodaeus will discover what he means as soon as they pass the threshold. The bed itself is an expansive affair with clawed legs that stick out a few ilms too far, yet well-appointed with a tasteful array of pillows and soft cotton sheets. The rest of the room is unlike the remainder of the apartment. The furniture here is distinctly Amaurotine in design - similar but not quite the same as those from Hades's flat back in Achora Heights. The glow which had been streaming through reveals itself in the form of an expansive picture window, but what should be the grounds at Satori Hills and the Epiphany skyline instead show glimpses of another city altogether with its familiar spires and orderly lanes lined with wisteria trees. The scene melds almost artfully with the pots of purple flowers and draping ivy that occupy the balcony outside. For a mercy, perhaps, there are no signs of people - either real or illusory - simply this rose-tinted backdrop from their past.]
[He lets his fingers slide from Hythlodaeus's grasp, shifting to wrap his arms loosely around his companion's waist as he draws him back in before he can drift too far ahead.]
[As far as Hythlodaeus is concerned, having been bereft of any form of physical contact - much less intimacy of a romantic sort - for twelve thousand years, he's being outrageously patient. He doesn't want to rush, he wants to savour every moment that he can, but his thoughts scatter the moment he lightly tugs Hades through that door and turns around.
And he knows this room. That view. His breath catches in his throat as he takes it all in with wide eyes.]
Oh...
[Caught in Hades' arms he stands transfixed, and just for a moment seems lost. Of course Hades would have something like this, sentimental as he is, but the most idle consideration had not prepared Hythlodaeus for the reality of seeing his home spread out before him.
He shakes it off, drawing his mind back to the present and the warm firmness of the body behind him. He tilts his head back against Emet-Selch's shoulder and presses a kiss against his cheek.]
You might have warned me. [Little more than a gentle reproach as he carefully turns in the other man's arms and drapes his own about his shoulders, playing with a lock of his pale hair.] How strange to be attired thus in such surroundings...
[They would have never. Hythlodaeus feels almost out of place in the light colours and layered fabric of his preferred clothing and he lightly toys with the collar of Hades' shirt as a smile returns to his expression.]
Yet there is no view so stunning as the one before me. [He says then, leaning in to brush a barely-there kiss to his lips.] Given the performance is mine, I trust you will be allowing me to lead..?
[Oh, how his eyes twinkle as he says that.]
Sit down for me, my love. Allow me the indulgence of taking care of you.
[He lets his hands wander idly without any particular plan or intention as he presses into Hythlodaeus's back while he takes in the sight. All innocent, mostly, though it's clear from the light pressure of his fingers that Hades is seeking out the form beneath the clothes rather than the texture of the fabric itself. Like this, he can breath in the subtle, sweet scent of his hair even if he can't see his expression from this angle.]
And ruin the surprise? [He murmurs next to his ear, laying a kiss along the back of his neck.] I did mention that I had made suitable preparations, I think. Consider it my attempt at setting a romantic ambiance.
[His hold upon him loosens as Hythlodaeus turns and settles again facing him, and this time when his arms slip around his waist, he squeezes ever so gently.]
And you needn't find it so strange. Express yourself as you see fit, Idas. After all, you won't be needing these for terribly much longer if my hunch is correct.
[His eyelids droop again, watching him, as Idas toys with the feathery down of his hair, the flecks in his eyes shifting and sparking of their own accord.]
['Allowing'! And oh, his natural reaction is to grumble and make it seem as though he doesn't want this just as much as Idas does. After all, how often has he ever agreed to anything without putting up some manner of fuss? The man sighs, scowling back at those mirthful eyes, even as his breast fairly flutters with anticipation and the same sort of eagerness Idas must surely feel himself.]
For now, maybe. But don't think I won't take up the reins again should you let your attention waver.
[Not that it will. Not with the way Idas continues to humor him with light touches and tiny token kisses so that he finds himself wishing for them with more and more regularity. Having said as much, Hades reluctantly releases the other man, sauntering over to sit on the edge of the bed as if it had been his idea from the start, his arms folded in his lap as he looks up at his would-be lover expectantly. Will-be lover, rather.]
[Hythlodaeus hums softly. He's putting up a good front - this is hardly his first time bedding someone - but the pit of his stomach flutters with nervous anticipation as he can only hope that after so long a wait his performance is not in any way a disappointment.
Hades sits, suddenly appearing so prim and proper that it makes Hythlodaeus giggle, and he moves over to the other man to cup his jawline with both hands. He leans down to kiss him, first light and then pressing in more deeply as he urges his soon-to-be lover up along the bed and then onto his back, where he leans over him and slides one knee up between his thighs.
Their surroundings only become all the more striking under such conditions. He could fool himself that they were home again, that he had not waited so long after all, that...
He sits up to shrug a layer off. His light jacket (not wanting to deprive Hades of undressing him in turn) before his fingers set to work sliding open each button of the other man's shirt. Once the fabric parts he presses a warm and lingering kiss to the centre of Hades' chest and lingers there a moment to listen to his heart beating.
Surely the most beautiful sound he has ever heard... Yet that opinion still has time to be amended tonight.
His lips quickly find Hades' again, all that warming passion in the kiss while he gently pins one of the man's hands just above his head and slowly, almost experimentally rolls his thigh down against Hades' groin.]
Will you tell me what you like? [He asks softly, barely parting from him for the words.] Or am I to be granted the pleasure of trying things until I find out?
[Would Hades even have the patience for that? Would Hythlodaeus? He can already feel his skin burning under his clothes.]
[In what way could such a thing ever be a disappointment? Emet-Selch has bedded individuals he liked well enough and those he has actively hated, them and so many others who found themselves in his bed out of necessity and not for pleasure at all. A hollow thing, all according to plan; all for the Ardor. But he has never made love to Hythlodaeus - to Idas - before, and in his private opinion that makes all the difference. Such activities then become new and exciting in the face of genuine emotion, and it certainly gives him a worthy incentive to not throw a wrench into it all.]
[He's starting to get used to this - the feel of fingers against his jaw, the taste of his friend's lips - more forceful and confident this time as he's corralled further up the bed and then pressed into the mattress as if he belongs there. And truly, it isn't the worst of places to be. Already he can feel the growing interest between his legs, the heat rising low in his stomach as Idas leans over him, that knee hovering oh-so-dangerously close.]
[It's almost a relief when his shirt is negotiated open, when cool air caresses his exposed skin just moments before Idas settles in close. There isn't much of note to look at, he thinks, other than the jagged lines of a pale white starburst that extends from the bottom of his pectoral muscles to just above his navel. It isn't a scar really, simply an impressionof one. And if Hades shivers slightly, it has nothing to do with that and everything to do with the warm breath ghosting over his chest and the way his heart thunders like a storm raging in the distance.]
[Hades snorts quietly, and for his part he's behaving - mostly, laid out upon the bed as he is, his one free arm propped up beneath him so that he's afforded some manner of participation in the proceedings (or at least a decent view). He flexes the hand pinned above his head with a grunt of annoyance, his effort to free it half-hearted at best, though certainly better than nothing.]
[What he does see to is that the interruption is brief, his mouth reclaiming Idas with a slowly mounting hunger the moment his question is finished. After all, Idas isn't the only one falling victim to the flames, and he is not about to simply lay down and twiddle his thumbs - not that he could do so in the first place.]
And ruin all the fun? [He huffs, the only indication that he's affected at all present in the color that slowly creeps along his ears and neck.] I can't imagine you'd be so quick to turn down the challenge, let alone a more hands-on approach.
[The hint is there, if he wishes it, and if that isn't enough, Hades shifts so that his back is flat against the sheets, freeing his arm to rest a hand against Hythlodaeus's leg, nudging it slightly to one side and exactly one ilm forward in case he'd like to keep trying.]
[Though he has confidence that this is what they both want, his certainty that he can do right by Hades - or be the kind of lover that he desires and perhaps expects - is not quite so strong. Still, that isn't going to stop him. Not when he has waited for so long to get himself into this position. He pushes those worries aside and focuses on their mutual enjoyment of this.]
You might soften your tone a fraction, you know. [He chides gently, fondly, as if he does not expect anything of the sort. Still, it might be nice if he did not have to pry it out of him.] Though you are right. I've been thinking about getting my hands on you all evening.
[Something that he had made entirely obvious in the words he had murmured so mischievously into Hades' ear.
He slides his leg that single ilm forwards along with that subtle, nudging direction, an amused smile on his face as he follows Hades' unspoken instruction. A sigh breathes out of him as he uses the new position to slowly roll down against the other man again, catching his mouth in another kiss as his fingertips trace the outline of the pale starbust mark on his chest.]
Trying things it is, then.
[Since he's going to be so stubborn about it. Hythlodaeus really shouldn't have expected anything else.
The rolling pressure of his thigh is replaced by his hand as he traces the shape of Hades' cock in his pants. His breathing shivers in excited anticipation. He doesn't want to rush but already feels that they are both wearing far, far too many clothes.]
But first... everything needs to come off. I trust you'll be obliging in that, at least?
[Hades presses, his gaze following Hythlodaeus as he readjusts his position, watching to see how he responds to his words, weighing his sighs and his smiles against the requests he's seen fit to utter aloud. Or the words he'd whispered to him earlier - perhaps that's why his ears still feel warm.]
Some would call it "experimentation", you know.
[Better, he thinks, as he affords his friend a little more room to work, as he buries his fingers in Hythlodaeus's hair, shivering in response to that feather-light touch and choosing to focus instead on the warmth of his mouth and the building need trapped beneath far too many layers of fabric. It isn't until Hythlodaeus decides to take matters into his own hands - quite literally, in fact - that Hades' breathing genuinely stutters, his hips jerking upwards in a way that is mostly restrained but also clearly unplanned.]
[Hythlodaeus will find him half-hard already. Stubborn as he is, there is promise beneath that touch even as Hades insists on maintaining much of his usually grouchy facade.]
[Even so, he can count the few times he's heard of a better suggestion than this.]
Whilst I do agree, surely some manner of negotiation is in order. Perhaps a fraction of the sweet-talking you so desire, in exchange for the use of my arm? Even now the wretched thing is falling asleep, and what will we do later if I've an honest need of it, hm?
[He attempts to waggle it, allowing his fingers to flop about in unison as if to illustrate his point. After a moment, and with a mild shrug, Hades appears to grow more serious, toying with the loose ends of Hythlodaeus's hair with his other - unhindered and yet free.]
"I want to undress you" was the first thing you said, after all. Meaning it's a crucial step in what we wish to accomplish tonight.
Oh, he likes that. He very much likes the way he feels Hades' body jolt under his hand, but he bites his lip and doesn't draw too much attention to it save to add another teasing roll of his palm.]
A little sweet talking for the use of an entire arm? That seems an entirely unbalanced trade. [Hythlodaeus smiles, mischievous, but Hades has a point. He did want very much to undress him and and he fully intends to follow through with that particular desire regardless of how sweetly the other man speaks to him.
With a puff of air that seems to speak of amused resignation, Hythlodaeus frees Hades' hand and pushes himself up, shifting position so he's lightly straddling the man's thighs. The brazenness of the position does give him cause to colour slightly but he's still smiling as traces a fingertip over Hades' pale chest, stroking it along the edge of the mark that spans down across his stomach.]
You are a lovely sight, you know. [He murmurs. There's something soft in it - warm and fond all at once - as his eyes shift over the image laid out before him. Hythlodaeus never really made a secret of the fact he found Hades to be handsome though all comments towards it were always made in some kind of jest, but he's sure he has never found the other to be quite so stunning as he looks right now.] But if you must know... no, not just this evening. Several other evenings as well, in fact. Mornings and afternoons, and the occasional night.
[No harm in fluffing his ego a little, is there.
Hythlodaeus' nimble fingers go to his belt, the button of his trousers, easily unbuckling and unbuttoning.]
I expect that the reality will be far more satisfying than anything my imagination might conjure up.
[Hades, too, refrains from drawing any attention to it, and yet a keen ear might pick up a slight quiver when the man next draws breath.]
...ha! You think it unbalanced? Honeyed words and a silver tongue do not come freely, and I highly suspect you will be changing your tune once I've had sufficient opportunity to make the most of our trade.
[Not that he possesses a chance to make good on that declaration at the moment. Before he can do much of anything at all, Hythlodaeus has moved to perch astride him, and Hades can think of few places he would rather the other man be. Oh, if he were to only shift closer to him, he would see about ridding Hythlodaeus of his garments immediately. Instead, his eyes hold a challenge, and Hades compromises by running his hands up Hythlodaeus's legs to rest atop his knees.]
...though I may be in the process of revising my own thoughts.
[Spoken lightly, with a dismissiveness that should make clear that said thoughts do not entail changing his mind by any means. He pets at him fondly, his gaze trained upon Hythlodaeus's face with bright interest - at least until said "ego-fluffing" begins to take place.]
Thus sayeth the wisteria blossom. Did we not agree to keep the teasing to a minimum? I can only accept so many compliments in a single sitting, you know.
[A quiet huff follows, Hades leaning his head to one side, still watching him. He makes no move to bar Hythlodaeus's path, nor to halt him with his words.]
Were you to ask me, I would tell you that nights are most conducive to dreaming.
[A half-hearted grumble follows, and although Hades doesn't seem nervous by any definition of the word, he does perhaps appear mildly embarrassed.]
And I would also remind you that appearance is not an indicator of performance.
[Not that he has anything at all to be worried about, truly. Little way to hide his arousal now.]
And yet Hythlodaeus finds himself so incredibly buoyed by the familiarity of it. The situation they are in right now is a strange one in all respects and yet... the man continues to be so irrepressibly himself. All sharp words and grumbling that Hythlodaeus now, as he ever did, sees right through for the bluster that it is. He has always known just how far he can push his friend.
Though, he thinks he might be coming to the end of the other man's patience.]
Hah...
[It's his own performance that is a concern and his own arousal is not well-hidden either, having peaked even further at the very evident pressure of Hades' cock under his ass. Hythlodaeus swallows once, shaking his head in faint amusement as he continues to hold back the tide of his own nerves. This is not the time to allow it to get the better of him.]
I don't find myself with any concerns about your performance. [Do allow him to admire the aesthetics for a moment!] But...
[His gaze wavers for a moment. His fingertips linger at the lowermost point of the scar on Hades' chest before he looks up again, something faintly imploring in his expression.]
I confess to being somewhat out of practice myself, and I may have somewhat overshot my level of confidence. [The smile that comes next is small and semi-awkward.] I don't suppose you'd be opposed to thoroughly ravishing me.
[This isn't quite the sort of confession Hades was expecting, and it shows in the way his eyes widen in pure, uninhibited bafflement. An unguarded expression that makes plain he had assumed Hythlodaeus had some manner of plan in motion, and that things had been proceeding accordingly.]
[He doesn't seem angry, however. Nor disappointed. And it's only some seconds into his quiet staring that Hades's expression smooths out, his eyes slipping shut for a breath before he opens them again, his hands smoothing once more over Hythlodaeus's thighs. He shuffles his shoulders so that he's propped more becomingly against the pillows, ready to draw himself up into a half-reclining position if needed.]
[Finally, he nods.]
Very well, then. If you should first like to finish freeing me of these restrictive trappings, I shall take the lead - for now.
Though I will not promise a thorough ravishing just yet. After all, what sport is there in wearing you out from the onset when our dance has only begun?
[Hades reaches up, the back of his hand glancing gently against Hythlodaeus's cheek, his expression turning soft and reassuring.]
Relax, love. Simply let yourself feel and respond in the way that is most natural to you.
[There had been a plan, at first, with Hythlodaeus so boldly ready to carry it out, but the reality of everything he wanted to do quickly outstripped his confidence in doing it and thus he had been led here, to needing those comforting words of encouragement and all but soaking them in as he meets those glowing golden eyes with his own gaze.
He tilts his head towards that soft brush against his cheek and allows himself to relax, releasing a tension he hadn't realised was gathering in his shoulders.]
... All right.
[If that is to be the way of it. Hythlodaeus smiles and leans down to catch the other man's lips in a warm and lingering kiss.]
When you put it like that, how can I do anything else?
[Another quick kiss follows, like a punctuation mark, and Hythlodaeus sets to work divesting Hades of his clothing. He takes his time, though not so much as to further test either of their patience, and plants the occasional kiss to the skin he lays bare.
The curve of his neck. A shoulder. His chest and stomach, trailing down to his navel where Hythlodaeus pauses to mark him with a gentle nip of teeth.
Shirt and shoes are pitched over the side of the bed. The trousers are next and Hythlodaeus' lips find the inside of Hades' thigh, a smile pressed into the warm skin and firm muscle before he sits up.
He looks at the other man as one would a thing of wonder.
Magnificent.
Hythlodaeus pulls his own shirt off to give some relief from the way his skin feels as if it's burning. Under it he is surprisingly broad-shouldered, lithe and all slender, compact muscle. An archer's build, without a doubt. He shakes his hair free of its braid in almost the same movement.]
You've been terribly obliging. I feel rather spoiled.
[The mischief-maker tilts his head and smiles. His lilac eyes shine.]
But if you would consider yourself sufficiently unrestrained... [Fingertips on Hades' chest again, tripping over his ribs and pausing to teasingly roll around a nipple.] I want you to touch me.
[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.
[In all his days he would have never thought himself so lucky as to see Hades in such a state. Oh, he had thought about it, many a time while imagining a day when the other man might show that kind of interest in him. Always somehow missing the obvious when it came to that.
He would not brush aside the fact that it is him and what he has been doing that has reduced Hades to this. In fact, he delights in the reality of it, lightly biting on his lower lip as he notes that twitch and considers doing something about it, only for the low whine that follows to send a shock of arousal through him so potent that it almost robs him of breath.
There is no resistance from him when he's taken hold of and moved. He giggles warmly, stretching out beneath Hades' attention while the other works to unfasten his clothing, and lets one arm rest by his head while the other toys with Hades' hair.]
You have only yourself to blame for being so diligent in firing my courage. [He says playfully, lifting his hips to make the removal of his trousers easier.] And if I should like you to have your hands on me as often as possible, what then?
[Gently, he curls his fingers against the back of his friend's ear, as if he might try to tug him into kiss him. He doesn't follow through with it, though, leaving Hades to make the decision of where he will go next.]
I would have you make every inch of me yours, as I have long desired.
[That delighted tittering earns the beginnings of a lopsided smile as Hades shifts over him, pleased to see his friend making himself comfortable already. It does wonders for his own confidence - not that he needs any further encouragement.]
"Diligent", he says. All I did was speak the truth. How you chose to interpret those words was hardly my doing.
As if I would leave you to fumble about in a cloud of uncertainty.
[He slides the pants off of him with Hythlodaeus's assistance, pausing to admire the effect he's had on him - more obvious than ever there beneath his undergarments. He feels breathless, but he continues, hooking his fingers into the waistband and peeling those off of him as well.]
Then we are in for a great deal of trouble. Fortunately my intentions for you are not limited to the pursuit of pleasure. We'll have plenty of moments in between to indulge in the sentimental journey together. Doing "couple" things, catching up, learning how to effectively irritate one another.
And. Our practice won't be changing. Unless, of course, you are up for the challenge of making music whilst half of your fingers are preoccupied.
[Hades's gaze returns to his face, and this time his smile is less restrained. He smooths Hythlodaeus's hair back behind his shoulders.]
Worry not. I'll leave you be so that you might catch your breath on occasion, so that you might have time to look back and think of our time together and daydream about me touching you again.
[Hades decides not to take the hint of those fingers behind his ear. But he does decide to use his mouth, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of Hythlodaeus's long neck before he shifts lower to nibble at the junction where neck meets shoulder- gentle at first, and then a bit more sharply as his fingers skate down the lines of his chest, and lower still to tease the underside of his arousal.]
[Hades murmurs against his skin, tracing his collarbone with his mouth.]
Shall I make it so that every mote of your aether yearns for me?
[The lower half of Hythlodaeus' body is no less toned than the rest of him, the lithe muscles of his thighs shifting as he's finally laid entirely bare until Hades' gaze. It's his turn to blush now, the flush of colour working its way down his cheekbones from his ears, and he feels so giddy and excited that he can barely contain it.
The things that smile does to him should be against some kind of law. Hades is such a handsome man and even more so with such a look on his face - it's all Hythlodaeus can do to not flip them again and kiss him until he can barely breathe. Behaving himself takes an effort and he curls his fingers against the pillow by his head as his breathing trembles on an inhale.]
And here I thought I had known you long enough that I had already reached the pinnacle of knowledge in how to irritate you.
[That he could find ways to annoy Hades more than he is already capable of is an interesting thought, though one quickly swept away by the man's teeth nipping against his skin and that wickedly clever hand—]
Oh, please... [Hythlodaeus gasps, his hips twitching up to that teasing touch. His brow furrows, fingers clenched into fabric while the other grips against Hades' back.
He had not realised how tightly wound he already was until that one touch threatened to shatter him.]
[And herein lies a truth that belies Hythlodaeus's protests. One does not simply come by such a physique through no effort of his own. Bearing witness to him thus feels like a gift, and he suspects he will quite enjoy carrying out Hythlodaeus's instructions to make every ilm of him his own. Rather than pull away, Hades humors him by wrapping his fingers more securely around his length, allowing his thumb to brush with warm purpose over the head. He dips his head lower, tracing a path down the center of Hythlodaeus's chest to press a chaste kiss over his heart. Hades's lips turn upwards into a smirk, as he gazes up at him.]
Should I not? You did mention that you're somewhat out of practice. With that in mind, I can hardly be faulted for helping. And, I confess, I am having a great deal of "fun" now that the tables have been turned and I am the one who is teasing you.
[He shifts closer, his hand beginning to work in earnest - careful but deliberate. He presses another kiss to the center of his abdomen, the smug gleam in his eyes turning more serious.]
Would you have me bring you to your conclusion this way? Or perhaps you will hold out until I have taken you properly.
[Hythlodaeus responds immediately and altogether instinctively, it seems, to the additional attention by arching his back slightly and pressing his shoulders into the bed. The trail of kisses feels like fire down the centre of his chest and he answers that damnably handsome smirk with a quiet whine.]
You're terrible. [He half-protests, then curling his toes as the stroking begins in earnest and he feels sparks fly across his nerves. It has been a while, even the twelve thousand years a shade notwithstanding, and he has wanted Hades so much for so long--]
Ngh-- [Is all he can manage for a moment. He takes a few steady breaths to gather up enough stray thoughts that he might say something at least halfway coherent. He reaches down to lightly pet Hades' hair.]
Why make such a difficult choice when I have stamina enough for both? [He twitches his hips up into the man's hand, puffing out a sharp breath. As it stands he doubts he would make it through the preparation in any case, and he thinks Hades deserves to enjoy himself to the fullest as well.] Please, my love. I need you.
[He agrees, allowing his voice to trail off into silence, lost beneath the sound of Hythlodaeus's protest and his attempts to steady his breathing. But he did agree that he wouldn't tease him too much and thus... does Hades change position again, retrieving - as promptly as he can - something that will make this more comfortable for them both. His hand retreats but a moment, and when it returns he uses it not only to work against Hythlodaeus, but to guide his own cock hot and heavy against his, providing Hythlodaeus with what he can only hope is more than ample friction. He leans down to lay another kiss over his heart, reverent despite his words.]
Such determination.
[Well then. He supposes they shall both see if Hythlodaeus can put his words to proof. He presses his lips against his bared chest once more as he shifts against him, speaking quietly - as if a private aside is truly necessary when they are the only two here, in this room.]
Let me hear you, then, my Idas. You will have as much of me as you require until I have wrung every onze of passion from your body. [He pauses to bite back a groan, willing the sensation not to take hold of him just yet.] Does that please you?
[If he's going to be greedy about it, he will certainly provide as much as Hythlodaeus can take - provided he doesn't exhaust himself first.]
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Date: 2024-05-28 06:57 pm (UTC)[A short, if clear acknowledgment. Of course Emet-Selch knows what he's implying, as his thoughts had drifted in the very same direction. While he'll likely wish he had finished his plate, the pasta (tastefully prepared as it is), is starting to look far less appetizing than the man sitting across from him.]
[Emet-Selch studies the dish thoughtfully.]
I find I could get used to it - this brazen audacity of yours. Still, I'm inclined to agree. We've much ground to cover, and while one can only hope such talk is not nearly as exhaustive as your promised demonstration, I would prefer not to leave you with any unanswered questions tonight.
As for the preparations themselves, I am confident you will find them more than adequate.
[A wave of his hand as he meets that mischievous smile with one of his own.]
And if not, then I suppose we'll just have to improvise, won't we?
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Date: 2024-05-28 10:34 pm (UTC)Well then. He didn't think Hades had it in him.]
I suppose we shall. I find myself quite looking forward to it.
[Understatement of the eon. Hythlodaeus' patience lasts through the rest of their meal but does not extend to dessert, which the two of them have boxed up to go before one of them ends up saying something far too out of turn for a public setting.
He's almost giddy with anticipation when they arrive back at Emet-Selch's door and he does not wait long after entering the house before he's setting the bag containing their boxed treats down by his feet and curling his slender fingers into the other man's collar. He catches his lip slightly between his teeth as he gives the fabric a light but meaningful tug.]
Hades.
[Hythlodaeus looks up at the man from under his eyelashes.]
I have waited long enough.
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Date: 2024-05-29 03:39 am (UTC)[The quip is unnecessary, truly. A force of habit to fill the silence left in the wake of Hythlodaeus's...demand. For what else can he call such a firm assertion, one which leaves no room for misinterpretation? Hades's eyes are nearly blinding in the dim light of his living area. Here, there is no one else around to see, no one else around to hear, and little need to keep up any manner of appearance - save perhaps for his own pride.]
[Pride which, at the moment, is nearly drowned out by the way his own blood quickens in his veins, by just what those words do to him - and how much.]
[Hades takes a step forward, his hand sliding up the back of Hythlodaeus's spine as he meets that gaze, as he leans down - the what? scarcely an ilm or two between them - to kiss him again properly. He doesn't quite give in to the tug, however. Perhaps he's testing his luck - or gauging Hythlodaeus's desperation.]
[Still, the time for waiting is over, and so Hades speaks frankly, his breath still warm against Hythlodaeus's mouth.]
Tell me how you want me.
We should at least set the stage for the rest of the evening, should we not?
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Date: 2024-05-29 04:01 am (UTC)He's hardly so shy that he's going to falter now. That kiss is answered hungrily, leaned up into as he keeps his grip on the other man's collar, and he just about manages not to whine when Hades draws away from him.
'Tell me how you want me.', he says, and Hythlodaeus' brain locks down for a moment. How is he supposed to answer that question? He has so many fantasies he scarcely has the words to describe them.]
I want to undress you. [Hythlodaeus tells him after a few moments of thought. His hands trail down the other man's chest with idle slowness.] And take my time to explore every inch of your skin.
[He inhales. His breathing shakes.]
I want you to touch me until all I can think about is you. I don't want to have a single thought in my head save for your name. [A button slides open under his thumb. He looks up at Hades again, meeting his eyes.] I want you to take me and I don't want you to tease too much. Not this time. I want to be yours, Hades, in every way you would mark me as such.
[That same hand moves up again, sliding into Hades' hair, gently combing through it.]
And I want you to be mine. I want to carve my love for you into your skin until it aches. [He's almost whispering, his eyes soft but earnest, meaning every word.]
I want you to make love to me like you've waited twelve thousand years to do it.
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Date: 2024-05-30 01:52 pm (UTC)[Honest answers beget honest answers. There's no place for grumbling or teasing here, no room for misunderstanding. Idas has laid his heart bare. How then can he respond with anything less?]
[Hades exhales slowly, as if all of the tension and bluster is being evicted. He doesn't so much move, and yet he presses forward, ever so slightly, into that touch, lifting an arm to wind his fingers around the hand now combing through his hair - but doesn't stop its trajectory.]
What other way is there, love? Doubt you the span of years, or the breadth of my affection? 'Tis the only way I would know how to please you, and yet I could not tell you what such a thing would look like even if you asked me to.
[Hades meets his eyes.]
I would have you laid out beneath me with your hair tumbling across the pillows, your face cast in shadow so that I might drown myself in the color of your eyes. I would have you over me, leant forward so I may watch your delight and your ecstasy.
You speak of the flesh, and yet it is an ephemeral, borrowed thing. Yet if I were to mark you, I would engrave my love upon your very soul, so that you would never again have reason to doubt.
[He plucks the hand gently from his hair, presses his lips to the back of Hythlodaeus's hand before pressing it between his own. His gaze drifts, briefly, towards the door of his bedroom suite - still slightly ajar, with a warm, inviting golden glow spilling through the cracks.]
So go on. Explore to your heart's content. And perhaps in so doing you will see fit to lead me into sweet delirium, or drive me to the edge of tears. Mayhaps both at the same time.
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Date: 2024-05-30 08:13 pm (UTC)And of course it is beyond anything he could have hoped to hear. He listens, enraptured once again by the other man's voice, while he speaks his heart with such eloquence and openness as Hythlodaeus has never quite heard from his lips. His heart swells close to cracking with it, brimming with emotion, the hand so gently clasped subtly trembling between warm palms.
Hades' attention drifts and his own goes with it, the barest of glances cast over his shoulder to that doorway before he's drawn back to the other man's face again. He pulls Hades' hands against his chest where his heart beats frantic and solid against his ribs and his still-free one slips nimble fingers around the back of his companion's neck to draw him in for another deep, warm kiss.]
I love you. [He's teased it. Hinted it. Now he puts it into plain words.] With all my heart and soul. With every mote of my being.
[Then he smiles, lowering their hands between them and snagging Hades' fingers as he steps back. Steps towards that inviting open door.]
Come. [Hythlodaeus tilts his head as his expression turns coy and soft all at once.] Let me show by actions what can never be adequately expressed in words.
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Date: 2024-05-31 02:23 am (UTC)[Had his limbs not just been arranged in such a way, Hades would surely pull him in deeper still, instigate some of the desires Hythlodaeus had laid out for him. And yet it seems this discussion isn't over just yet. Hythlodaeus may as well be speaking music in place of words.]
[Hades is left to stare a moment, his fingers shifting against the loose fabric of Hythlodaeus's shirt, his eyelids drooping half-closed as he allows the notes to sweep over him again before - at last - he chuckles quietly, a single syllable both deep and fond.] I can feel it.
How fortunate I was planning to give you mine own heart. Yours seems fit to jump right out of your chest.
[He allows himself to be led towards his own bedroom, strange as it is. 'And a little early for that,' he thinks. His lips quirk briefly, and then his usual seriousness returns. Hythlodaeus had said that he shouldn't tease him too much. Which means he's still allowed to indulge in their usual games just enough.]
I would not have said your choice of words were inadequate. Still, if you believe you can do better, I'm not about to deny you your performance - assuming there will be some opportunity for audience participation...?
Do mind the bed, however.
[Hythlodaeus will discover what he means as soon as they pass the threshold. The bed itself is an expansive affair with clawed legs that stick out a few ilms too far, yet well-appointed with a tasteful array of pillows and soft cotton sheets. The rest of the room is unlike the remainder of the apartment. The furniture here is distinctly Amaurotine in design - similar but not quite the same as those from Hades's flat back in Achora Heights. The glow which had been streaming through reveals itself in the form of an expansive picture window, but what should be the grounds at Satori Hills and the Epiphany skyline instead show glimpses of another city altogether with its familiar spires and orderly lanes lined with wisteria trees. The scene melds almost artfully with the pots of purple flowers and draping ivy that occupy the balcony outside. For a mercy, perhaps, there are no signs of people - either real or illusory - simply this rose-tinted backdrop from their past.]
[He lets his fingers slide from Hythlodaeus's grasp, shifting to wrap his arms loosely around his companion's waist as he draws him back in before he can drift too far ahead.]
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Date: 2024-05-31 03:38 am (UTC)And he knows this room. That view. His breath catches in his throat as he takes it all in with wide eyes.]
Oh...
[Caught in Hades' arms he stands transfixed, and just for a moment seems lost. Of course Hades would have something like this, sentimental as he is, but the most idle consideration had not prepared Hythlodaeus for the reality of seeing his home spread out before him.
He shakes it off, drawing his mind back to the present and the warm firmness of the body behind him. He tilts his head back against Emet-Selch's shoulder and presses a kiss against his cheek.]
You might have warned me. [Little more than a gentle reproach as he carefully turns in the other man's arms and drapes his own about his shoulders, playing with a lock of his pale hair.] How strange to be attired thus in such surroundings...
[They would have never. Hythlodaeus feels almost out of place in the light colours and layered fabric of his preferred clothing and he lightly toys with the collar of Hades' shirt as a smile returns to his expression.]
Yet there is no view so stunning as the one before me. [He says then, leaning in to brush a barely-there kiss to his lips.] Given the performance is mine, I trust you will be allowing me to lead..?
[Oh, how his eyes twinkle as he says that.]
Sit down for me, my love. Allow me the indulgence of taking care of you.
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Date: 2024-05-31 01:40 pm (UTC)And ruin the surprise? [He murmurs next to his ear, laying a kiss along the back of his neck.] I did mention that I had made suitable preparations, I think. Consider it my attempt at setting a romantic ambiance.
[His hold upon him loosens as Hythlodaeus turns and settles again facing him, and this time when his arms slip around his waist, he squeezes ever so gently.]
And you needn't find it so strange. Express yourself as you see fit, Idas. After all, you won't be needing these for terribly much longer if my hunch is correct.
[His eyelids droop again, watching him, as Idas toys with the feathery down of his hair, the flecks in his eyes shifting and sparking of their own accord.]
['Allowing'! And oh, his natural reaction is to grumble and make it seem as though he doesn't want this just as much as Idas does. After all, how often has he ever agreed to anything without putting up some manner of fuss? The man sighs, scowling back at those mirthful eyes, even as his breast fairly flutters with anticipation and the same sort of eagerness Idas must surely feel himself.]
For now, maybe. But don't think I won't take up the reins again should you let your attention waver.
[Not that it will. Not with the way Idas continues to humor him with light touches and tiny token kisses so that he finds himself wishing for them with more and more regularity. Having said as much, Hades reluctantly releases the other man, sauntering over to sit on the edge of the bed as if it had been his idea from the start, his arms folded in his lap as he looks up at his would-be lover expectantly. Will-be lover, rather.]
At your leisure.
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Date: 2024-05-31 01:59 pm (UTC)Hades sits, suddenly appearing so prim and proper that it makes Hythlodaeus giggle, and he moves over to the other man to cup his jawline with both hands. He leans down to kiss him, first light and then pressing in more deeply as he urges his soon-to-be lover up along the bed and then onto his back, where he leans over him and slides one knee up between his thighs.
Their surroundings only become all the more striking under such conditions. He could fool himself that they were home again, that he had not waited so long after all, that...
He sits up to shrug a layer off. His light jacket (not wanting to deprive Hades of undressing him in turn) before his fingers set to work sliding open each button of the other man's shirt. Once the fabric parts he presses a warm and lingering kiss to the centre of Hades' chest and lingers there a moment to listen to his heart beating.
Surely the most beautiful sound he has ever heard... Yet that opinion still has time to be amended tonight.
His lips quickly find Hades' again, all that warming passion in the kiss while he gently pins one of the man's hands just above his head and slowly, almost experimentally rolls his thigh down against Hades' groin.]
Will you tell me what you like? [He asks softly, barely parting from him for the words.] Or am I to be granted the pleasure of trying things until I find out?
[Would Hades even have the patience for that? Would Hythlodaeus? He can already feel his skin burning under his clothes.]
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Date: 2024-06-05 04:07 am (UTC)[He's starting to get used to this - the feel of fingers against his jaw, the taste of his friend's lips - more forceful and confident this time as he's corralled further up the bed and then pressed into the mattress as if he belongs there. And truly, it isn't the worst of places to be. Already he can feel the growing interest between his legs, the heat rising low in his stomach as Idas leans over him, that knee hovering oh-so-dangerously close.]
[It's almost a relief when his shirt is negotiated open, when cool air caresses his exposed skin just moments before Idas settles in close. There isn't much of note to look at, he thinks, other than the jagged lines of a pale white starburst that extends from the bottom of his pectoral muscles to just above his navel. It isn't a scar really, simply an impressionof one. And if Hades shivers slightly, it has nothing to do with that and everything to do with the warm breath ghosting over his chest and the way his heart thunders like a storm raging in the distance.]
[Hades snorts quietly, and for his part he's behaving - mostly, laid out upon the bed as he is, his one free arm propped up beneath him so that he's afforded some manner of participation in the proceedings (or at least a decent view). He flexes the hand pinned above his head with a grunt of annoyance, his effort to free it half-hearted at best, though certainly better than nothing.]
[What he does see to is that the interruption is brief, his mouth reclaiming Idas with a slowly mounting hunger the moment his question is finished. After all, Idas isn't the only one falling victim to the flames, and he is not about to simply lay down and twiddle his thumbs - not that he could do so in the first place.]
And ruin all the fun? [He huffs, the only indication that he's affected at all present in the color that slowly creeps along his ears and neck.] I can't imagine you'd be so quick to turn down the challenge, let alone a more hands-on approach.
[The hint is there, if he wishes it, and if that isn't enough, Hades shifts so that his back is flat against the sheets, freeing his arm to rest a hand against Hythlodaeus's leg, nudging it slightly to one side and exactly one ilm forward in case he'd like to keep trying.]
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Date: 2024-06-06 10:21 pm (UTC)You might soften your tone a fraction, you know. [He chides gently, fondly, as if he does not expect anything of the sort. Still, it might be nice if he did not have to pry it out of him.] Though you are right. I've been thinking about getting my hands on you all evening.
[Something that he had made entirely obvious in the words he had murmured so mischievously into Hades' ear.
He slides his leg that single ilm forwards along with that subtle, nudging direction, an amused smile on his face as he follows Hades' unspoken instruction. A sigh breathes out of him as he uses the new position to slowly roll down against the other man again, catching his mouth in another kiss as his fingertips trace the outline of the pale starbust mark on his chest.]
Trying things it is, then.
[Since he's going to be so stubborn about it. Hythlodaeus really shouldn't have expected anything else.
The rolling pressure of his thigh is replaced by his hand as he traces the shape of Hades' cock in his pants. His breathing shivers in excited anticipation. He doesn't want to rush but already feels that they are both wearing far, far too many clothes.]
But first... everything needs to come off. I trust you'll be obliging in that, at least?
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Date: 2024-06-11 03:03 am (UTC)[Hades presses, his gaze following Hythlodaeus as he readjusts his position, watching to see how he responds to his words, weighing his sighs and his smiles against the requests he's seen fit to utter aloud. Or the words he'd whispered to him earlier - perhaps that's why his ears still feel warm.]
Some would call it "experimentation", you know.
[Better, he thinks, as he affords his friend a little more room to work, as he buries his fingers in Hythlodaeus's hair, shivering in response to that feather-light touch and choosing to focus instead on the warmth of his mouth and the building need trapped beneath far too many layers of fabric. It isn't until Hythlodaeus decides to take matters into his own hands - quite literally, in fact - that Hades' breathing genuinely stutters, his hips jerking upwards in a way that is mostly restrained but also clearly unplanned.]
[Hythlodaeus will find him half-hard already. Stubborn as he is, there is promise beneath that touch even as Hades insists on maintaining much of his usually grouchy facade.]
[Even so, he can count the few times he's heard of a better suggestion than this.]
Whilst I do agree, surely some manner of negotiation is in order. Perhaps a fraction of the sweet-talking you so desire, in exchange for the use of my arm? Even now the wretched thing is falling asleep, and what will we do later if I've an honest need of it, hm?
[He attempts to waggle it, allowing his fingers to flop about in unison as if to illustrate his point. After a moment, and with a mild shrug, Hades appears to grow more serious, toying with the loose ends of Hythlodaeus's hair with his other - unhindered and yet free.]
"I want to undress you" was the first thing you said, after all. Meaning it's a crucial step in what we wish to accomplish tonight.
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Date: 2024-06-11 10:51 am (UTC)Oh, he likes that. He very much likes the way he feels Hades' body jolt under his hand, but he bites his lip and doesn't draw too much attention to it save to add another teasing roll of his palm.]
A little sweet talking for the use of an entire arm? That seems an entirely unbalanced trade. [Hythlodaeus smiles, mischievous, but Hades has a point. He did want very much to undress him and and he fully intends to follow through with that particular desire regardless of how sweetly the other man speaks to him.
With a puff of air that seems to speak of amused resignation, Hythlodaeus frees Hades' hand and pushes himself up, shifting position so he's lightly straddling the man's thighs. The brazenness of the position does give him cause to colour slightly but he's still smiling as traces a fingertip over Hades' pale chest, stroking it along the edge of the mark that spans down across his stomach.]
You are a lovely sight, you know. [He murmurs. There's something soft in it - warm and fond all at once - as his eyes shift over the image laid out before him. Hythlodaeus never really made a secret of the fact he found Hades to be handsome though all comments towards it were always made in some kind of jest, but he's sure he has never found the other to be quite so stunning as he looks right now.] But if you must know... no, not just this evening. Several other evenings as well, in fact. Mornings and afternoons, and the occasional night.
[No harm in fluffing his ego a little, is there.
Hythlodaeus' nimble fingers go to his belt, the button of his trousers, easily unbuckling and unbuttoning.]
I expect that the reality will be far more satisfying than anything my imagination might conjure up.
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Date: 2024-07-03 02:59 am (UTC)...ha! You think it unbalanced? Honeyed words and a silver tongue do not come freely, and I highly suspect you will be changing your tune once I've had sufficient opportunity to make the most of our trade.
[Not that he possesses a chance to make good on that declaration at the moment. Before he can do much of anything at all, Hythlodaeus has moved to perch astride him, and Hades can think of few places he would rather the other man be. Oh, if he were to only shift closer to him, he would see about ridding Hythlodaeus of his garments immediately. Instead, his eyes hold a challenge, and Hades compromises by running his hands up Hythlodaeus's legs to rest atop his knees.]
...though I may be in the process of revising my own thoughts.
[Spoken lightly, with a dismissiveness that should make clear that said thoughts do not entail changing his mind by any means. He pets at him fondly, his gaze trained upon Hythlodaeus's face with bright interest - at least until said "ego-fluffing" begins to take place.]
Thus sayeth the wisteria blossom. Did we not agree to keep the teasing to a minimum? I can only accept so many compliments in a single sitting, you know.
[A quiet huff follows, Hades leaning his head to one side, still watching him. He makes no move to bar Hythlodaeus's path, nor to halt him with his words.]
Were you to ask me, I would tell you that nights are most conducive to dreaming.
[A half-hearted grumble follows, and although Hades doesn't seem nervous by any definition of the word, he does perhaps appear mildly embarrassed.]
And I would also remind you that appearance is not an indicator of performance.
[Not that he has anything at all to be worried about, truly. Little way to hide his arousal now.]
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Date: 2024-07-03 05:48 pm (UTC)And yet Hythlodaeus finds himself so incredibly buoyed by the familiarity of it. The situation they are in right now is a strange one in all respects and yet... the man continues to be so irrepressibly himself. All sharp words and grumbling that Hythlodaeus now, as he ever did, sees right through for the bluster that it is. He has always known just how far he can push his friend.
Though, he thinks he might be coming to the end of the other man's patience.]
Hah...
[It's his own performance that is a concern and his own arousal is not well-hidden either, having peaked even further at the very evident pressure of Hades' cock under his ass. Hythlodaeus swallows once, shaking his head in faint amusement as he continues to hold back the tide of his own nerves. This is not the time to allow it to get the better of him.]
I don't find myself with any concerns about your performance. [Do allow him to admire the aesthetics for a moment!] But...
[His gaze wavers for a moment. His fingertips linger at the lowermost point of the scar on Hades' chest before he looks up again, something faintly imploring in his expression.]
I confess to being somewhat out of practice myself, and I may have somewhat overshot my level of confidence. [The smile that comes next is small and semi-awkward.] I don't suppose you'd be opposed to thoroughly ravishing me.
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Date: 2024-07-05 03:34 am (UTC)[This isn't quite the sort of confession Hades was expecting, and it shows in the way his eyes widen in pure, uninhibited bafflement. An unguarded expression that makes plain he had assumed Hythlodaeus had some manner of plan in motion, and that things had been proceeding accordingly.]
[He doesn't seem angry, however. Nor disappointed. And it's only some seconds into his quiet staring that Hades's expression smooths out, his eyes slipping shut for a breath before he opens them again, his hands smoothing once more over Hythlodaeus's thighs. He shuffles his shoulders so that he's propped more becomingly against the pillows, ready to draw himself up into a half-reclining position if needed.]
[Finally, he nods.]
Very well, then. If you should first like to finish freeing me of these restrictive trappings, I shall take the lead - for now.
Though I will not promise a thorough ravishing just yet. After all, what sport is there in wearing you out from the onset when our dance has only begun?
[Hades reaches up, the back of his hand glancing gently against Hythlodaeus's cheek, his expression turning soft and reassuring.]
Relax, love. Simply let yourself feel and respond in the way that is most natural to you.
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Date: 2024-07-05 04:23 am (UTC)He tilts his head towards that soft brush against his cheek and allows himself to relax, releasing a tension he hadn't realised was gathering in his shoulders.]
... All right.
[If that is to be the way of it. Hythlodaeus smiles and leans down to catch the other man's lips in a warm and lingering kiss.]
When you put it like that, how can I do anything else?
[Another quick kiss follows, like a punctuation mark, and Hythlodaeus sets to work divesting Hades of his clothing. He takes his time, though not so much as to further test either of their patience, and plants the occasional kiss to the skin he lays bare.
The curve of his neck. A shoulder. His chest and stomach, trailing down to his navel where Hythlodaeus pauses to mark him with a gentle nip of teeth.
Shirt and shoes are pitched over the side of the bed. The trousers are next and Hythlodaeus' lips find the inside of Hades' thigh, a smile pressed into the warm skin and firm muscle before he sits up.
He looks at the other man as one would a thing of wonder.
Magnificent.
Hythlodaeus pulls his own shirt off to give some relief from the way his skin feels as if it's burning. Under it he is surprisingly broad-shouldered, lithe and all slender, compact muscle. An archer's build, without a doubt. He shakes his hair free of its braid in almost the same movement.]
You've been terribly obliging. I feel rather spoiled.
[The mischief-maker tilts his head and smiles. His lilac eyes shine.]
But if you would consider yourself sufficiently unrestrained... [Fingertips on Hades' chest again, tripping over his ribs and pausing to teasingly roll around a nipple.] I want you to touch me.
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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.
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Date: 2024-07-08 12:55 am (UTC)He would not brush aside the fact that it is him and what he has been doing that has reduced Hades to this. In fact, he delights in the reality of it, lightly biting on his lower lip as he notes that twitch and considers doing something about it, only for the low whine that follows to send a shock of arousal through him so potent that it almost robs him of breath.
There is no resistance from him when he's taken hold of and moved. He giggles warmly, stretching out beneath Hades' attention while the other works to unfasten his clothing, and lets one arm rest by his head while the other toys with Hades' hair.]
You have only yourself to blame for being so diligent in firing my courage. [He says playfully, lifting his hips to make the removal of his trousers easier.] And if I should like you to have your hands on me as often as possible, what then?
[Gently, he curls his fingers against the back of his friend's ear, as if he might try to tug him into kiss him. He doesn't follow through with it, though, leaving Hades to make the decision of where he will go next.]
I would have you make every inch of me yours, as I have long desired.
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Date: 2024-07-08 03:00 am (UTC)"Diligent", he says. All I did was speak the truth. How you chose to interpret those words was hardly my doing.
As if I would leave you to fumble about in a cloud of uncertainty.
[He slides the pants off of him with Hythlodaeus's assistance, pausing to admire the effect he's had on him - more obvious than ever there beneath his undergarments. He feels breathless, but he continues, hooking his fingers into the waistband and peeling those off of him as well.]
Then we are in for a great deal of trouble. Fortunately my intentions for you are not limited to the pursuit of pleasure. We'll have plenty of moments in between to indulge in the sentimental journey together. Doing "couple" things, catching up, learning how to effectively irritate one another.
And. Our practice won't be changing. Unless, of course, you are up for the challenge of making music whilst half of your fingers are preoccupied.
[Hades's gaze returns to his face, and this time his smile is less restrained. He smooths Hythlodaeus's hair back behind his shoulders.]
Worry not. I'll leave you be so that you might catch your breath on occasion, so that you might have time to look back and think of our time together and daydream about me touching you again.
[Hades decides not to take the hint of those fingers behind his ear. But he does decide to use his mouth, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of Hythlodaeus's long neck before he shifts lower to nibble at the junction where neck meets shoulder- gentle at first, and then a bit more sharply as his fingers skate down the lines of his chest, and lower still to tease the underside of his arousal.]
[Hades murmurs against his skin, tracing his collarbone with his mouth.]
Shall I make it so that every mote of your aether yearns for me?
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Date: 2024-07-08 03:16 am (UTC)The things that smile does to him should be against some kind of law. Hades is such a handsome man and even more so with such a look on his face - it's all Hythlodaeus can do to not flip them again and kiss him until he can barely breathe. Behaving himself takes an effort and he curls his fingers against the pillow by his head as his breathing trembles on an inhale.]
And here I thought I had known you long enough that I had already reached the pinnacle of knowledge in how to irritate you.
[That he could find ways to annoy Hades more than he is already capable of is an interesting thought, though one quickly swept away by the man's teeth nipping against his skin and that wickedly clever hand—]
Oh, please... [Hythlodaeus gasps, his hips twitching up to that teasing touch. His brow furrows, fingers clenched into fabric while the other grips against Hades' back.
He had not realised how tightly wound he already was until that one touch threatened to shatter him.]
Don't make me beg.
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Date: 2024-07-09 01:54 am (UTC)[And herein lies a truth that belies Hythlodaeus's protests. One does not simply come by such a physique through no effort of his own. Bearing witness to him thus feels like a gift, and he suspects he will quite enjoy carrying out Hythlodaeus's instructions to make every ilm of him his own. Rather than pull away, Hades humors him by wrapping his fingers more securely around his length, allowing his thumb to brush with warm purpose over the head. He dips his head lower, tracing a path down the center of Hythlodaeus's chest to press a chaste kiss over his heart. Hades's lips turn upwards into a smirk, as he gazes up at him.]
Should I not? You did mention that you're somewhat out of practice. With that in mind, I can hardly be faulted for helping. And, I confess, I am having a great deal of "fun" now that the tables have been turned and I am the one who is teasing you.
[He shifts closer, his hand beginning to work in earnest - careful but deliberate. He presses another kiss to the center of his abdomen, the smug gleam in his eyes turning more serious.]
Would you have me bring you to your conclusion this way? Or perhaps you will hold out until I have taken you properly.
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Date: 2024-07-09 11:06 pm (UTC)You're terrible. [He half-protests, then curling his toes as the stroking begins in earnest and he feels sparks fly across his nerves. It has been a while, even the twelve thousand years a shade notwithstanding, and he has wanted Hades so much for so long--]
Ngh-- [Is all he can manage for a moment. He takes a few steady breaths to gather up enough stray thoughts that he might say something at least halfway coherent. He reaches down to lightly pet Hades' hair.]
Why make such a difficult choice when I have stamina enough for both? [He twitches his hips up into the man's hand, puffing out a sharp breath. As it stands he doubts he would make it through the preparation in any case, and he thinks Hades deserves to enjoy himself to the fullest as well.] Please, my love. I need you.
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Date: 2024-07-28 07:14 pm (UTC)[He agrees, allowing his voice to trail off into silence, lost beneath the sound of Hythlodaeus's protest and his attempts to steady his breathing. But he did agree that he wouldn't tease him too much and thus... does Hades change position again, retrieving - as promptly as he can - something that will make this more comfortable for them both. His hand retreats but a moment, and when it returns he uses it not only to work against Hythlodaeus, but to guide his own cock hot and heavy against his, providing Hythlodaeus with what he can only hope is more than ample friction. He leans down to lay another kiss over his heart, reverent despite his words.]
Such determination.
[Well then. He supposes they shall both see if Hythlodaeus can put his words to proof. He presses his lips against his bared chest once more as he shifts against him, speaking quietly - as if a private aside is truly necessary when they are the only two here, in this room.]
Let me hear you, then, my Idas. You will have as much of me as you require until I have wrung every onze of passion from your body. [He pauses to bite back a groan, willing the sensation not to take hold of him just yet.] Does that please you?
[If he's going to be greedy about it, he will certainly provide as much as Hythlodaeus can take - provided he doesn't exhaust himself first.]
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