[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.]
[Hythlodaeus' approval of the change in position is given clearly enough in how his breath catches again, in the softly whining moan that stirs up in the back of his throat, in how his fingertips dig bluntly against Hades' shoulder while his other hand curls into the sheets. He can barely take his eyes off the other man's but there's an odd sort of urgency in his gaze, as if he fears that should he break away even for a moment something might be lost.
Perhaps that he might be lost.]
Hades...
[He rocks himself up into the other man's grip, biting his own lip to hold in another sound as a shudder of pleasure runs through him from head to foot. As delightful as the idea of taking control of Hades had been he cannot help but find a delerious kind of satisfaction in this turn of events.]
I think-- Nnh... I think... there is little you could do that would not please me.
[Stars, but that extra heat and friction against his cock is almost maddening. He gulps in another breath that turns into a shivering, shaking moan, his hand curling so his fingernails dent into Hades' skin.
He whines the other man's name again, softly, and how funny it is that he could be so unused to this now. Hythlodaeus is no stranger to his own body nor to having other's hands and lips upon it, so how is it that Hades can make it all seem so very new? He gives the shoulder under his vice-grip a little tug, trying to pull his lover up for a kiss.]
Mmn--... you're so good, my Hades... [A quick breath puffs out of him.] Do be sure not to neglect your own pleasure, won't you..?
[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.]
[Close to begging Hades to kiss him - please, before he loses control of his voice - Hythlodaeus' relief when his prompting is finally taken is barely short of tangible. He wraps his arm around Hades' shoulders as their lips all but crash together, parted and messy and leaving Hythlodaeus chasing after it when Hades pulls away to speak.
He will have less speaking, he thinks, though he has barely had the chance to pull his lover in for another kiss before his toes are curling, his body stiffening as a noisy groan spills out of him, and he has to break away to cry out softly as he vainly battles his impending orgasm.
The pleasure being lavished on him won't be denied. Hythlodaeus feels his body grow hot, everything reduced to the points of contact between he and Hades, and he moans again with a reedy whine of the other man's name as teeth dig against his shoulder and Hythlodaeus tries to muffle his moans as he climaxes.
His hips twitch and shake, pleasure fizzing along his nerves as he unabashedly makes a mess of himself. It feels like time stretches out, but finally he collapses limply against the bed and gasps in a few breaths.]
Oh—
[Hythlodaeus says, and that is all there is to say for a moment while he cards his fingers through Hades' hair.]
[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...
[Though hardly the most world-rocking orgasm Hythlodaeus has ever had, he's quite sure he would not have traded off the experience for anything. Having those familiar hands on him in such new ways and knowing that it was all for him, that Hades was focused so fully on pleasing him, fills an all-too-ancient want that he has carried since long before his sacrifice to Zodiark.
He hums softly, half agreement and half satisfaction, and he lets the afterglow of it all sink into him with not another care in his head.]
Lost for words, with all of your eloquence..? [Hythlodaeus chuckles and curls a lock of white hair around his fingers, pecking a light kiss to Hades' lips.] A sight I shall be committing to memory, I think.
[As sense slowly creeps back into his boneless limbs he stretches and sighs, curling one arm over his head while the other continues to toy with the other man's hair.]
But, if you will permit me... [Carefully, he pushes himself up onto his elbows, and he coaxes Hades to turn until he's on his back again.] I believe I can offer you some momentary reprieve to gather your senses. [There is a quiet, wry confidence in his eyes that had been harder to see before as he stretches himself out alongside his lover, hooking one leg loosely over him and planting a few kisses to his face.
Nimble fingers trace along the curve of his neck, the faint dent of the bite left in his shoulder, the sweep of a rib... Hythlodaeus hums again, entirely besotted, and his lips follow the trail of his fingertips over passion-warmed skin as he teases back and forth against a nipple with the pad of his thumb.
Allowing Hades to gather any kind of sense is clearly not what is on Hythlodaeus' mind at all.]
[Hades seems too exhausted to answer, his only response in the twitch of his mouth. Neither a frown nor a smirk - yet one smoothed out soon enough by the brush of Hythlodaeus's lips, which seems consolation enough for him to forgive such smugness.]
[It becomes clear, however, that Hades won't be able to keep himself aloft forever. There's a mild grunt of protest, but when he is negotiated onto his back once more, Hades goes willingly, his breathing deep and irregular like broken waves as he comes back down to earth once more, letting his limbs stretch out where they will. His eyes still hold a vacant if dazzling hue, the blacks of his pupils entirely swallowed up by bright rings of color and a rustling beneath him indicates that he has lost control of the glamour that typically obscures his wings from view, although he seems too overwhelmed to pay them any mind.]
[For a time.]
[Only for a time.]
What reprieve?
[Hades at last puffs out, the inquiry ending on a whine as he tries in vain to squirm away from Hythlodaeus's clever fingers. It is much too soon for that! To think that even now he's denied a moment's rest...!]
[Yet he cannot be too sorry about it. Hythlodaeus seems incredibly smug in the moment, and if this persists, it can only bode well for the future. Oh, but if only he would allow him to gather his words. He still feels overheated and shivery and far too sensitive to bear this sort of attention, much less gather up more than the leftover dregs of a complaint with which to defend himself.]
Here I thought you were helping, but in truth you're being positively wicked. Insatiable creature... taking advantage when I'm vulnerable...
[His eyes do look captivating like this, but Hythlodaeus does not mention them just in case Hades takes that as an indication to try and get them under control.]
Did you expect anything else of me, my love? [The tone of his voice is unmistakably mischievous as he nips his teeth lightly against Hades' chest before lifting his head, looking at him for a moment in his delightfully wrecked state. And Hythlodaeus was the one looking the part of an exquisite disaster..? Hades can have no idea how stunning he is.]
You know that I will stop if you ask. [He does not expect Hades to ask. At least, not to mean it if he does.
The rustling and appearance of those wings of his does not go unnoticed either. Hythlodaeus shifts, strokes his fingers over the shifting feathers and then smooths his palm over the delicate bone supporting the structure.]
[A shake of his head. Nay, he would expect no less after what they've revealed to one another. He makes no attempt to bid him "stop", although the scrape of teeth does have him letting out another hissing breath - though he doesn't so much as flinch this time.]
[Hythlodaeus will find that these particular wings are nothing at all like Hades's true form, these instead being all soft, downy feathers, free of any sharp angles or pointed edges. The color seems to shift in the light, purest black in shadow and a pearlescent gradient of golds and violets when the illusory sunbeams strike upon them just right. They quiver beneath Hythlodaeus's touch, and Hades sucks in another breath, trying (in vain) to drag himself a little further beyond arm's reach. His skin flushes pink. Just as sensitive as the rest of him, apparently.]
If you're going to admire me, at least be tidy about it.
[For they are still, indeed, a mess. Hades swipes an arm over his forehead, damp with perspiration, and tries again to collect himself. He would comment upon Hythlodaeus's newfound appetite, but there is something thrilling (if a touch scandalous) in the thought of Hythlodaeus wanting to place his mark upon him again and again.]
Tidy about it? [Hythlodaeus laughs merrily as he half sits up, leaning his weight against the heel of his hand and looking down at the other man in open admiration.] It isn't a medical examination.
[Oh, Hades. His expression softens and he drops back to his elbow again, leaning in to capture another kiss while his free hand roams over that flushed and sweat-damp chest. They are indeed still a mess but he cares very little about that when he's planning to be even more of a mess before the evening is out.
He sees the signs of Hades trying to pull himself back together all too easily and smiles against his lips while that wickedly roaming hand slips teasingly between his legs, coming to rest against the tender skin of his inner thigh. There's nothing else but the promise of what he might do next as he lets the touch linger.]
I want to take you. [Hythlodaeus says then, quietly, leaning in to kiss against his shoulder.] May I?
[He cannot help but wonder how his name might sound cried out on Hades' lips. His body shivers with the thought of it, and though he does not plan to rush them to another climax too quickly... he cannot help his rapidly returning eagerness.]
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.]
There's no rush at all. [Hythlodaeus assures him in a light tone, almost gentle with it as he takes in the sight of Hades squirming and shifting under him. It's... cute, he thinks fondly, giving the thigh under his palm an firm squeeze by way of admonishment for all this wriggling and protesting.] As for the stickiness... 't is hardly an obstacle, unless you have a pressing need to clean it up.
[His head tilts, and he smiles that mischievous smile of his.]
You should have no trouble with bringing forth a washcloth to tidy yourself to your satisfaction.
[Creation magic requiring clarity of thought and being somewhat of an exacting endeavour, Hythlodaeus knows well that his current activities are keeping Hades from being able to do just that very thing.
He does, though, briefly pass his gaze over the man's wings and a tiny frown of concern flickers over his face.]
Are you uncomfortable? Sit up if you must.
[He might like to get a better look at those wings if given the opportunity, in any case...]
[Well, he's afforded some clarity for the moment, and chooses to occupy this opportunity with his trademark grousing. Not enough focus to do as Hythlodaeus suggests without risking a mistake, but enough to speak coherently, at least.]
Gangly things, always getting in the way. Is it any wonder that one of my first orders of business was finding a means to glamour them away? Works most of the time. Though less so when... distracted.
[Huffing, he settles for rolling over onto his side towards Hythlodaeus, and this time the press of his legs around that questing hand is likely not an oversight - enough to meet admonishment with admonishment, yet not enough to cause either Hythlodaeus's hand, nor himself, unreasonable discomfort.]
Make me an offer and I will think about it. Since you are in no rush, apparently, and already seem to be having a marvelous time tormenting me. Were you aware that your eyes crinkle when you are up to no good?
[The movement prompts a little giggle as Hythlodaeus finds his hand comfortably caught between Hades' thighs and finally takes the hint to move it, placing his palm against the man's hip instead. His thumb strokes idly back and forth as if he might soothe away his grumpy lover's poor humour, such as it is.]
Do you need such a tell to see when I have a mind for mischief? [He challenges playfully as his hand slides up along the curve of Hades' hip and then lifts, his fingertips walking step by step against the other man's shoulder and then curling loosely into his hair as he pulls him in for another kiss.
The distraction of his lips on Hades' is used as an opportunity, of course, to press himself close and fit his body against his lover's, teasingly nudging his knee against the narrow gap between Hades' thighs. He is wicked, terrible, an insatiable little creature, and he knows it, but for all his teasing he isn't pushing things too far just yet.]
Make you an offer..? [He murmurs against Hades' lips, a small smile on his own as the kiss lingers.] Are you proposing a negotiation before you give any ground to my desires? [Another brief kiss brushes his lips between one breath and the next.] You do not seem to realise your current disadvantage.
[That is, that Hythlodaeus is miraculously more put together right now than Hades is managing to be, and that nimble hand of his is somehow managing to be everywhere. As he speaks the final word he trails his fingers down Hades' spine, between his shoulder blades and the places where wings meet skin, and he lightly bumps their foreheads together.]
And, I might say... you only have yourself to blame for my boldness.
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.]
[Hmm, and so they return to this... but by now Hythlodaeus feels far more prepared to take the other man up on his offer. Show him how he would do it, then? It is far more an invitation than it would appear, with Hythlodaeus planning on much more than a mere demonstration, and he smiles winsomely once again as he sits up a little.]
As you insist.
[Creation magic has never been entirely his forte but he can at least manage to procure the small bottle that appears in his hand with a small swirl of aether and pieced-together concentration. After all, 'tis hardly difficult to call to mind what he desires to appear in his instance.
With it tucked in hand he gently nudges the other man's legs apart and shifts to place himself between them, lowering his head to nip a small kiss to the inside of one of his thighs. It may end up being more than Hades has the patience for, but he did ask, and while the bottle's contents gradually warm against Hythlodaeus' palm he turns his attention to his partner's cock, lightly lapping his tongue along the length before taking the head into his mouth.
His eyes shine as he looks up, as if he's challenging Hades to not react. Show him how he would take him? Oh, but he plans to take him apart.]
[Hades could argue that he isn't insisting anything, but that winsome smile has him holding his tongue, eager to see what Hythlodaeus will choose to do next, though he tries his best not to show it. His breathing has evened out considerably, his face still mildly flushed with the remnants of satisfaction.]
[And so he watches and waits while Hythlodaeus weaves together loose strands of either into something small and tangible. He need not even ask what that tiny bottle contains for he can well imagine that they will find a use for it in short order.]
[Humoring him somewhat, Hades yields to the gentle direction. 'Tis been a great while since he last allowed himself to be so vulnerable, yet he tilts his knees further apart, spreading his thighs to allow Hythlodaeus just enough room to settle comfortably between them. His eyes are still bright pinpoints in the fading light, his body propped forward so that he can see over the slope of his own chest to Hythlodaeus leaning low over him.]
[The nip earns another strained hiss, soft but audible in the silence, yet before he can form a coherent objection, Hythlodaeus has made his move. He shouldn't be surprised, not really, however he wasn't expecting Hythlodaeus to immediately begin pleasuring him with his mouth. A few tantalizing swipes of the tongue is one thing, but before he knows it the head of his cock has vanished between his lover's soft, full lips, and Hythlodaeus is staring up at him in open, mirthful challenge.]
[It's not much of a challenge. Hades' fingertips dig in beneath him, twisting the bedsheets harshly as he struggles not to jolt right out of his own skin.]
[Oh, he might be able to endure the teasing explorations of a hand, or a naked body pressed against his own, but there is little which could have prepared him for the nigh perfect warmth of Hythlodaeus's mouth closing in around his cock. And this is only the beginning. If Hythlodaeus has his way, he realizes, he'll be nothing but mindless, desperate heap begging for more - and enjoying every moment of it, no doubt.]
[While he'd like to think himself far more controlled than this, there's no hiding the pitiful, plaintive whine that escapes him or the way he has to drag in another breath. A good thing his fingers are occupied, elsewise he's certain he'd be tangling them into Hythlodaeus's hair and coaxing him further down so he might revel in that delicious heat.]
[He could say how much he loves that Hades is so willingly giving himself to him like this, but it would definitely spoil the mood to have him huffing and puffing about it while Hythlodaeus is trying to make him feel good.
And quite successfully if the sounds he's already starting to make are anything to go by. The soft chuckle that he holds in the back of his throat rumbles lightly along the length in his mouth, and it's almost as if he's giving Hades a moment of privacy as he lowers his eyelids. A moment to collect himself. What a joke, when Hythlodaeus is doing what he's doing...
The whine that he hears goes straight to his cock. His hips twitch against the sheets, seeking relief in the friction, and he has to pull away to gasp in a lungful of air.]
Oh, you sound delicious... [His lips brush against Hades' cock as he speaks, his cheeks flushed and lips reddened with the effort he's already expended.] Shall I continue, or would you like me elsewhere?
[He just manages to complain before an even more unbecoming sound can pass his lips. Oh, what that good-humored chuckle does to him, when he's experiencing it in this way... Entirely novel. He'll have to make note of it for later.]
[While he's trying to behave himself, it's becoming more and more difficult with each passing moment, his hips shuddering with the urge to jerk up to meet that waiting mouth; far too eager.]
[And he hasn't quite forgotten the bottle, either. No doubt it's tucked quite warmly into Hythlodaeus's hand, his ace to be used at the most opportune moment. Though, he thinks, Hythlodaeus could better be expending that energy prying him open rather than grinding aimlessly into the sheets...]
[Hades at last reaches out with one hand to tangle his fingers into Hythlodaeus's hair, his gaze intent and surprisingly straightforward as he waits for Hythlodaeus to meet it.]
I want you. Anywhere, everywhere. So enough of your games. Either take me properly or give me your mouth.
[He lets out another of those warm, honeyed chuckles. Oh how swiftly he had managed to regain his confidence under Hades' gentle guidance... and now the man was reaping the consequences of his actions. Hythlodaeus' teasing is no longer born of indecision or uncertainty, but of a very simple need to see this man fall apart under his hands.]
Everywhere? I do have my limits, you know. [A small shake of his head, a smile, and with a deft movement he tips the warmed bottle in his hand to slick his fingers well out of sight of Hades' hungry gaze.]
I can but do my utmost to satisfy you.
[He sighs, lightly, then takes the length in front of him back into his mouth. At the same time, as the tip of his tongue presses warm, wet patterns against the underside of the man's cock, his two forefingers push deliberately up against Hades' ass.
Only one dips inside, testing before easing in deeper and crooking upwards.]
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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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Date: 2024-07-29 01:04 am (UTC)Perhaps that he might be lost.]
Hades...
[He rocks himself up into the other man's grip, biting his own lip to hold in another sound as a shudder of pleasure runs through him from head to foot. As delightful as the idea of taking control of Hades had been he cannot help but find a delerious kind of satisfaction in this turn of events.]
I think-- Nnh... I think... there is little you could do that would not please me.
[Stars, but that extra heat and friction against his cock is almost maddening. He gulps in another breath that turns into a shivering, shaking moan, his hand curling so his fingernails dent into Hades' skin.
He whines the other man's name again, softly, and how funny it is that he could be so unused to this now. Hythlodaeus is no stranger to his own body nor to having other's hands and lips upon it, so how is it that Hades can make it all seem so very new? He gives the shoulder under his vice-grip a little tug, trying to pull his lover up for a kiss.]
Mmn--... you're so good, my Hades... [A quick breath puffs out of him.] Do be sure not to neglect your own pleasure, won't you..?
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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.]
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Date: 2024-07-30 12:21 am (UTC)He will have less speaking, he thinks, though he has barely had the chance to pull his lover in for another kiss before his toes are curling, his body stiffening as a noisy groan spills out of him, and he has to break away to cry out softly as he vainly battles his impending orgasm.
The pleasure being lavished on him won't be denied. Hythlodaeus feels his body grow hot, everything reduced to the points of contact between he and Hades, and he moans again with a reedy whine of the other man's name as teeth dig against his shoulder and Hythlodaeus tries to muffle his moans as he climaxes.
His hips twitch and shake, pleasure fizzing along his nerves as he unabashedly makes a mess of himself. It feels like time stretches out, but finally he collapses limply against the bed and gasps in a few breaths.]
Oh—
[Hythlodaeus says, and that is all there is to say for a moment while he cards his fingers through Hades' hair.]
Oh, you are magnificent.
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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...
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Date: 2024-07-30 10:05 am (UTC)He hums softly, half agreement and half satisfaction, and he lets the afterglow of it all sink into him with not another care in his head.]
Lost for words, with all of your eloquence..? [Hythlodaeus chuckles and curls a lock of white hair around his fingers, pecking a light kiss to Hades' lips.] A sight I shall be committing to memory, I think.
[As sense slowly creeps back into his boneless limbs he stretches and sighs, curling one arm over his head while the other continues to toy with the other man's hair.]
But, if you will permit me... [Carefully, he pushes himself up onto his elbows, and he coaxes Hades to turn until he's on his back again.] I believe I can offer you some momentary reprieve to gather your senses. [There is a quiet, wry confidence in his eyes that had been harder to see before as he stretches himself out alongside his lover, hooking one leg loosely over him and planting a few kisses to his face.
Nimble fingers trace along the curve of his neck, the faint dent of the bite left in his shoulder, the sweep of a rib... Hythlodaeus hums again, entirely besotted, and his lips follow the trail of his fingertips over passion-warmed skin as he teases back and forth against a nipple with the pad of his thumb.
Allowing Hades to gather any kind of sense is clearly not what is on Hythlodaeus' mind at all.]
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Date: 2024-07-30 02:21 pm (UTC)[It becomes clear, however, that Hades won't be able to keep himself aloft forever. There's a mild grunt of protest, but when he is negotiated onto his back once more, Hades goes willingly, his breathing deep and irregular like broken waves as he comes back down to earth once more, letting his limbs stretch out where they will. His eyes still hold a vacant if dazzling hue, the blacks of his pupils entirely swallowed up by bright rings of color and a rustling beneath him indicates that he has lost control of the glamour that typically obscures his wings from view, although he seems too overwhelmed to pay them any mind.]
[For a time.]
[Only for a time.]
What reprieve?
[Hades at last puffs out, the inquiry ending on a whine as he tries in vain to squirm away from Hythlodaeus's clever fingers. It is much too soon for that! To think that even now he's denied a moment's rest...!]
[Yet he cannot be too sorry about it. Hythlodaeus seems incredibly smug in the moment, and if this persists, it can only bode well for the future. Oh, but if only he would allow him to gather his words. He still feels overheated and shivery and far too sensitive to bear this sort of attention, much less gather up more than the leftover dregs of a complaint with which to defend himself.]
Here I thought you were helping, but in truth you're being positively wicked. Insatiable creature... taking advantage when I'm vulnerable...
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Date: 2024-07-30 02:53 pm (UTC)Did you expect anything else of me, my love? [The tone of his voice is unmistakably mischievous as he nips his teeth lightly against Hades' chest before lifting his head, looking at him for a moment in his delightfully wrecked state. And Hythlodaeus was the one looking the part of an exquisite disaster..? Hades can have no idea how stunning he is.]
You know that I will stop if you ask. [He does not expect Hades to ask. At least, not to mean it if he does.
The rustling and appearance of those wings of his does not go unnoticed either. Hythlodaeus shifts, strokes his fingers over the shifting feathers and then smooths his palm over the delicate bone supporting the structure.]
These are lovely, too...
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Date: 2024-07-30 04:50 pm (UTC)[Hythlodaeus will find that these particular wings are nothing at all like Hades's true form, these instead being all soft, downy feathers, free of any sharp angles or pointed edges. The color seems to shift in the light, purest black in shadow and a pearlescent gradient of golds and violets when the illusory sunbeams strike upon them just right. They quiver beneath Hythlodaeus's touch, and Hades sucks in another breath, trying (in vain) to drag himself a little further beyond arm's reach. His skin flushes pink. Just as sensitive as the rest of him, apparently.]
If you're going to admire me, at least be tidy about it.
[For they are still, indeed, a mess. Hades swipes an arm over his forehead, damp with perspiration, and tries again to collect himself. He would comment upon Hythlodaeus's newfound appetite, but there is something thrilling (if a touch scandalous) in the thought of Hythlodaeus wanting to place his mark upon him again and again.]
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Date: 2024-07-30 05:21 pm (UTC)[Oh, Hades. His expression softens and he drops back to his elbow again, leaning in to capture another kiss while his free hand roams over that flushed and sweat-damp chest. They are indeed still a mess but he cares very little about that when he's planning to be even more of a mess before the evening is out.
He sees the signs of Hades trying to pull himself back together all too easily and smiles against his lips while that wickedly roaming hand slips teasingly between his legs, coming to rest against the tender skin of his inner thigh. There's nothing else but the promise of what he might do next as he lets the touch linger.]
I want to take you. [Hythlodaeus says then, quietly, leaning in to kiss against his shoulder.] May I?
[He cannot help but wonder how his name might sound cried out on Hades' lips. His body shivers with the thought of it, and though he does not plan to rush them to another climax too quickly... he cannot help his rapidly returning eagerness.]
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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.]
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Date: 2024-07-31 12:18 am (UTC)[His head tilts, and he smiles that mischievous smile of his.]
You should have no trouble with bringing forth a washcloth to tidy yourself to your satisfaction.
[Creation magic requiring clarity of thought and being somewhat of an exacting endeavour, Hythlodaeus knows well that his current activities are keeping Hades from being able to do just that very thing.
He does, though, briefly pass his gaze over the man's wings and a tiny frown of concern flickers over his face.]
Are you uncomfortable? Sit up if you must.
[He might like to get a better look at those wings if given the opportunity, in any case...]
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Date: 2024-07-31 03:13 am (UTC)Gangly things, always getting in the way. Is it any wonder that one of my first orders of business was finding a means to glamour them away? Works most of the time. Though less so when... distracted.
[Huffing, he settles for rolling over onto his side towards Hythlodaeus, and this time the press of his legs around that questing hand is likely not an oversight - enough to meet admonishment with admonishment, yet not enough to cause either Hythlodaeus's hand, nor himself, unreasonable discomfort.]
Make me an offer and I will think about it. Since you are in no rush, apparently, and already seem to be having a marvelous time tormenting me. Were you aware that your eyes crinkle when you are up to no good?
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Date: 2024-07-31 08:34 am (UTC)Do you need such a tell to see when I have a mind for mischief? [He challenges playfully as his hand slides up along the curve of Hades' hip and then lifts, his fingertips walking step by step against the other man's shoulder and then curling loosely into his hair as he pulls him in for another kiss.
The distraction of his lips on Hades' is used as an opportunity, of course, to press himself close and fit his body against his lover's, teasingly nudging his knee against the narrow gap between Hades' thighs. He is wicked, terrible, an insatiable little creature, and he knows it, but for all his teasing he isn't pushing things too far just yet.]
Make you an offer..? [He murmurs against Hades' lips, a small smile on his own as the kiss lingers.] Are you proposing a negotiation before you give any ground to my desires? [Another brief kiss brushes his lips between one breath and the next.] You do not seem to realise your current disadvantage.
[That is, that Hythlodaeus is miraculously more put together right now than Hades is managing to be, and that nimble hand of his is somehow managing to be everywhere. As he speaks the final word he trails his fingers down Hades' spine, between his shoulder blades and the places where wings meet skin, and he lightly bumps their foreheads together.]
And, I might say... you only have yourself to blame for my boldness.
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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.]
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Date: 2024-09-14 01:38 am (UTC)As you insist.
[Creation magic has never been entirely his forte but he can at least manage to procure the small bottle that appears in his hand with a small swirl of aether and pieced-together concentration. After all, 'tis hardly difficult to call to mind what he desires to appear in his instance.
With it tucked in hand he gently nudges the other man's legs apart and shifts to place himself between them, lowering his head to nip a small kiss to the inside of one of his thighs. It may end up being more than Hades has the patience for, but he did ask, and while the bottle's contents gradually warm against Hythlodaeus' palm he turns his attention to his partner's cock, lightly lapping his tongue along the length before taking the head into his mouth.
His eyes shine as he looks up, as if he's challenging Hades to not react. Show him how he would take him? Oh, but he plans to take him apart.]
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Date: 2024-10-12 11:49 pm (UTC)[And so he watches and waits while Hythlodaeus weaves together loose strands of either into something small and tangible. He need not even ask what that tiny bottle contains for he can well imagine that they will find a use for it in short order.]
[Humoring him somewhat, Hades yields to the gentle direction. 'Tis been a great while since he last allowed himself to be so vulnerable, yet he tilts his knees further apart, spreading his thighs to allow Hythlodaeus just enough room to settle comfortably between them. His eyes are still bright pinpoints in the fading light, his body propped forward so that he can see over the slope of his own chest to Hythlodaeus leaning low over him.]
[The nip earns another strained hiss, soft but audible in the silence, yet before he can form a coherent objection, Hythlodaeus has made his move. He shouldn't be surprised, not really, however he wasn't expecting Hythlodaeus to immediately begin pleasuring him with his mouth. A few tantalizing swipes of the tongue is one thing, but before he knows it the head of his cock has vanished between his lover's soft, full lips, and Hythlodaeus is staring up at him in open, mirthful challenge.]
[It's not much of a challenge. Hades' fingertips dig in beneath him, twisting the bedsheets harshly as he struggles not to jolt right out of his own skin.]
[Oh, he might be able to endure the teasing explorations of a hand, or a naked body pressed against his own, but there is little which could have prepared him for the nigh perfect warmth of Hythlodaeus's mouth closing in around his cock. And this is only the beginning. If Hythlodaeus has his way, he realizes, he'll be nothing but mindless, desperate heap begging for more - and enjoying every moment of it, no doubt.]
[While he'd like to think himself far more controlled than this, there's no hiding the pitiful, plaintive whine that escapes him or the way he has to drag in another breath. A good thing his fingers are occupied, elsewise he's certain he'd be tangling them into Hythlodaeus's hair and coaxing him further down so he might revel in that delicious heat.]
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Date: 2024-10-20 01:58 pm (UTC)And quite successfully if the sounds he's already starting to make are anything to go by. The soft chuckle that he holds in the back of his throat rumbles lightly along the length in his mouth, and it's almost as if he's giving Hades a moment of privacy as he lowers his eyelids. A moment to collect himself. What a joke, when Hythlodaeus is doing what he's doing...
The whine that he hears goes straight to his cock. His hips twitch against the sheets, seeking relief in the friction, and he has to pull away to gasp in a lungful of air.]
Oh, you sound delicious... [His lips brush against Hades' cock as he speaks, his cheeks flushed and lips reddened with the effort he's already expended.] Shall I continue, or would you like me elsewhere?
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Date: 2024-10-22 03:59 am (UTC)[He just manages to complain before an even more unbecoming sound can pass his lips. Oh, what that good-humored chuckle does to him, when he's experiencing it in this way... Entirely novel. He'll have to make note of it for later.]
[While he's trying to behave himself, it's becoming more and more difficult with each passing moment, his hips shuddering with the urge to jerk up to meet that waiting mouth; far too eager.]
[And he hasn't quite forgotten the bottle, either. No doubt it's tucked quite warmly into Hythlodaeus's hand, his ace to be used at the most opportune moment. Though, he thinks, Hythlodaeus could better be expending that energy prying him open rather than grinding aimlessly into the sheets...]
[Hades at last reaches out with one hand to tangle his fingers into Hythlodaeus's hair, his gaze intent and surprisingly straightforward as he waits for Hythlodaeus to meet it.]
I want you. Anywhere, everywhere. So enough of your games. Either take me properly or give me your mouth.
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Date: 2024-11-06 12:26 am (UTC)Everywhere? I do have my limits, you know. [A small shake of his head, a smile, and with a deft movement he tips the warmed bottle in his hand to slick his fingers well out of sight of Hades' hungry gaze.]
I can but do my utmost to satisfy you.
[He sighs, lightly, then takes the length in front of him back into his mouth. At the same time, as the tip of his tongue presses warm, wet patterns against the underside of the man's cock, his two forefingers push deliberately up against Hades' ass.
Only one dips inside, testing before easing in deeper and crooking upwards.]