My affection. I did mention that I'd deliver it unto you when you least expected it.
[There is a glint of amusement in his eyes- because he hardly needs his Sight to detect that Hades is affected. Why, just by the hue of his skin, he seems very affected. Let alone the fact that his mouth opens and closes akin to a fish out of water! He can't help but laugh. But it's small, muted- and quiet- more a chuckle than anything.]
...Was it not for you?
[A few smaller ones, lighter ones- are then placed upon the bridge of his nose. They're fleeting, gentle- even though Hades himself, in this (fake) furore almost looks like he may very well bite his lips off for his troubles.]
[He's being gently provoked, he knows. As well as granted an invitation. It's almost as clear to him as if Hythlodaeus had looked him dead in the eyes and bid him come and enact his revenge if he disliked his affections so much.]
[But that is precisely it. He didn't dislike it at all. There is no one else here, and if he wishes more, he's all but been given permission to go ahead and try.]
[And he does want more. Overwhelmingly.]
[Almost before Hythlodaeus can voice what a pity it is, he'll find that Hades acts. It isn't so much a bite as it is a light pinch - just enough to grant him purchase, to keep those lips from pulling away that his own tongue might press against them seeking entrance. He would make a thorough study of it, if he is allowed. And should Hythlodaeus' "affection" stand as an accurate example, he suspects he can reenact what only just occurred to similar if not equal consequence.]
[If it is not yet for him, he can make it so. Never before has he...]
[So do forgive him if he's too preoccupied to answer.]
[They must be a sight, the pair of them- two grown men sitting in a pile of leaves, doing this. Yet Hythlodaeus is quietly confident they would not be happened upon by anyone unfortunate enough to take in the sight. For the pile of leaves they're in stretches across the entirety of the woodland's ground, marking it as somewhere uninhabited, unsettled. Devoid even of subtle signs of animal life, for no birdcalls fill the air. Just the swaying of the trees in the wind.
By himself, he is more than certain he would dislike the silence. He's most certain he would dislike this place. Yet with Hades, he finds he likes it very much. Even, hypothetically, were they to be stumbled upon by one of the very first researchers to eventually settle this place and bring it purpose, life- without their masks nothing, save for their souls, marks them as who they are. Unmasked, they are very much anonymous. Two deviants, absolutely- to go about like this. Yet nothing more. There is no danger.
Still. He makes a faintly surprised noise when he finds his lower lip held between Hades' teeth, his eyebrows raising just faintly as he realises that the other intends to emulate.
And far be it for him to refuse. A muffled, ever-so-slightly amused sound then comes from him, and he (of course!) parts his lips to allow the other entrance, lowering his arm to hold Hades close... but oh, should Hades fancy Hythlodaeus would provide the same level of (shocked) tolerance, he would be gravely mistaken. For as soon as his tongue finds its way into Hythlodaeus' mouth, it would find itself beset with, sparred with, his own.]
[He should have expected as much. Hythlodaeus never was one for predictability much less quiet obedience. And though a part of him might perhaps prefer a moment to properly commit what he's learned, this is far better.]
[There has always been a pattern to his relationships, a sort of roadmap from one moment to the next when things should take a turn, a time to engage in quiet, intimate discussion, a time for touching, a time to retreat behind the closed door of one's bedchambers.]
[With Hythlodaeus, the only guide he has is the arm around his back and the teasing note that is lost beneath the intrusion of his tongue. He is beginning to rather have his doubts that anyone else could possibly kiss in such a manner, but it's hardly enough for him to break away. It is dark and it is quiet, and Hades' own hand curls around the base of Hythlodaeus' head, his long fingers weaving into his lilac braid as he seeks some manner of traction, some anchor that he might gain an upper hand against that plying warmth with a muted growl of annoyance.]
[Oh, this entire exercise should be utterly ridiculous! And yet it affects him in such a sure and unmistakable way until he can feel the heat all but racing through his veins, until he is all but breathless in his efforts to either capture or outmaneuver that opposing force and taste of him properly.]
[Indeed he was not, and no doubt the pattern would be broken in far more respects than just this. Hythlodaeus' relationships, by comparison, had been the exact opposite. Brief in duration, most certainly- but fun, nonetheless. Somewhat disordered, most certainly, with things depending on the personality of his partner and his own feeling far more than any sort of established roadmap.
Yet it had meant nothing. For in the end, they had all either left of their own volition, or been dismissed. Simply because, as in all relationships, difficulties had emerged. ...And he had found himself not all that compelled to press through them, for at most, as he had explained, all of them were simply emulations.
Yet that is gone. The loop of Hades' arm around him, the feeling of his fingers pressing their way into his hair, and even the little growl he provides has him smile, and his persistence is rewarded. Mid-infuriating little loop of his tongue around the other's attempt to press against it, he ceases- slowing himself to (gently) flick against it once more, before allowing Hades to have his dominion over the inside of his mouth, if he so pleased.
...Or he would, but he is running out of air. He breaks the kiss- gently, just in order to breathe something small out.]
Do not forget to breathe.
[Sage advice, for certain. A little late, yet... well intended. When Hades has had sufficient time to refill his lungs, he should find himself kissed again- this time, Hythlodaeus allowing him entry compliantly, pliantly.
...If anything, simply to see what it was like. For allowing such was certainly new to him.]
[A soft snort is Hythlodaeus' response, even though he is hardly the only one running short of air. When they part, Hades is panting - but it is brief, quiet, and mostly controlled.]
Perhaps--you should first follow your own advice. Before offering me counsel.
[And it begins again? This is starting to seem quite excessive, and yet Hades would be a fool to refuse. Hythlodaeus might be the most exhausting person he has ever had the pleasure - for it is that, he's all but certain - of kissing, and yet he has never before been so excited about the prospect of something so exhausting. His eyelids are heavy, and he is warmed by his own quickened pulse which simply won't settle back down.]
[When he's kissed, he answers, and when Hythlodaeus proves compliant, well-- Hades finds the challenge is sorely missed, and yet that does not stop him from breathing his approval and delving back unto his mouth once more - slowly, that he might take in the details for a moment or three. And then? Then does his tongue begin to worry at the other's - circling, stroking, and even lighter tracing - all quite benign even as attempts at badgering Hythlodaeus out of his inaction tend to go, but certainly demands which he's never before made of anyone.]
[Of anyone...]
[And, again, he would think to draw back, aware at last that they are sitting in a pile of leaves in the middle of nowhere, he is dirty and his hupodema are sopping, he is unmasked...and they might both quite prefer to try this in comfort, in private, in a place of relaxation.]
...Didn't you wish to return home? Assuming, of course, that your offer yet stands.
[Before all of this occurred, he's relatively sure there was a guest room with his name upon it.]
[They're both in accord. He's simply not the passive type. There is, of course, something to be said for Hades' gentle pressing. Each and every one of the other's attempts - be it the twist of his tongue here, a press or a flick at Hythlodaeus' own there- to have him abandon his inaction ...does things.
He finds his breath harder to take, his face growing warmer, his heart hammering to such an extent within the confines of his chest, in his wrists, in his ears even, he truly wonders whether or not Hades can hear it. And the sensation is new. Very new. For this feels, by the virtue of the way his body is reacting, highly different to any of his previous partners.
Yet no, he is not the passive type. Such is reflected in a flick to Hades' tongue as they part, as well as a brief catch of his lower lip between his teeth as they seperate. And as they are parted yet not- with Hythlodaeus' hands tightly gripping the fabric of Hades' cowl at each upper arm, his forehead pressed flat against the other's, and his breath, deep, heavy, no doubt tickling the other's face...]
...That would be an idea. Else, we're asking to be rained upon.
[Oh, his offer still stands. In fact, Hades might find himself upgraded in terms of sleeping arrangements. Providing he's amenable, of course.
He finally leans back, casting a curious glance around the leaf carpet for his mask. ...And ah. He can detect something with traces of his aether upon it... a few miles away, from his freefall, no doubt. He has to laugh. And he does, gently.
[A terse if somewhat raw reply. And, oh, he is amenable (perhaps to a rather startling degree). Consider his curiosity piqued, and (he should like not to admit) a number of other things as well. His flesh yearns to draw Hythlodaeus closer, and each little reaction sparks something within him, too. It builds upon itself until his very soul feels afflicted and feverish.]
[Hades has no true notion of what he's getting himself into, and that, he thinks, is somehow, inexplicably the best part. He knows only who he's getting into it with, and he suspects if he had known this an age ago, he scarce would have believed it.]
[When Hythlodaeus at last leans back to begin searching about for his lost mask, so too does Hades take the opportunity to affix the mark of Emet-Selch back upon his own face - pausing only to pluck a leaf from one of the eye holes which he extends wordlessly between two fingers. It's quite a lovely specimen, actually. A deep crimson color, fan-shaped and translucent with an ornate pattern of veins spreading throughout it from one point to the next.]
And, yes, you will be. I didn't think that particular detail was in question. Unless you've some other truth you wish to share? ...all of which, I assure you, we can settle once we've left this place.
[He's not about to take his chances with Hythlodaeus becoming distracted and teleporting himself accidentally into lava next time, and so, Hades will prove all too willing to take over that task himself (and indeed, for at least a week afterwards). And so it is that once the mask is properly retrieved, he shall usher them back to where this night began, safe from prying eyes, with a crisp snap of his fingers.]
[Abandoning his own mask as lost, he eventually raises his head and begins the act of creating another one to... well, blink. His magicks are canceled immediately as he spies what exactly Hades is pointing his way- a broadleaf, it seems. Oak, and almost, just almost, as red as Hades' own mask. The veins, with the light upon them, seem almost black- strong and fanning out in a pleasing fashion.
He smiles. ...How sentimental, he would think- were it not for the fact he has already gifted Hades a small memento of the night in the desert made of glass. So he takes it with a small measure of thanks, his lips curling into a smile as he gets close once more, pressing another kiss to his uncovered lips.
This one is not pressing. It is both small and sincere, with a lingering affection that Hades may be able to feel even after he has withdrawn and has twirled the leaf by the stem in his fingers.
And then they're off. As they emerge from Hades' (perfectly safe) portal unto his apartment, he turns.]
Oh, actually... there was something. It involves our sleeping arrangements.
[ Prepare to be shocked, awed, and utterly scandalized, Hades. For he's taking your hand and guiding you, gently, through the hallways. He passes the spare room, but keeps hold. And he opens his own door, revealing a sight which... really, he can't recall Hades ever being privy to, as close as their friendship was. It is a room. Circular, and in Amaroutine fashion, adorned with marble and columns. In it's very center stands a bed. One actually rather gigantic.
And as Hythlodaeus steps inside... he does not let go of his hand.]
I'll have to insist, I'm afraid. And I have spare sleeping clothes should you be unprepared.
[And yet it feels as if it is exactly the right thing to give, for there seems no end to Hythlodaeus' affection. It's a far cry from what he was forced to endure earlier, and as they safely materialize in Hythlodaeus' apartment, Hades can scarce believe that only a few hours have passed. It is now quite late, to be sure, but somehow this is the same night which was first begun quipping about work and discussing Marberry's merits in particular.]
Our sleeping arrangements? How so?
[The comment has Hades quirking an eyebrow, and then he is being led like a child learning to walk for the first time. Past the familiar guest quarters (which has him frowning), and further down the corridor to a room he's never before entered. The master suite, he realizes with a growing sense of bafflement as his head slowly turns to take in the well-appointed space. The bed, in particular, is a massive thing, and quite luxurious from the looks of it. Yet that does not explain why he is here.]
[Unless...]
[His mouth works silently for a moment, and then his chin jerks back as he stares a his companion in what may be mild shock.]
And what, pray tell, are you insisting upon? Surely you don't think I'd be so crude and unchivalrous!
[He agreed to a relationship, not an affair! And though he certainly isn't pulling his hand away, it's clear from the sideways tilt of his head and the almost jumpy current which unsettles his aether that Hades has some rather pointed reservations about this. To be sure, the only reason anyone has ever led him thus was for one simple reason of a most carnal nature. But not within the first hour of their arrangement!]
[Attraction and history aside, he would not think so little of him as to leap immediately to the finish without first going through the proper steps! There's an order to these matters - a progression, which like all things must be carefully cultivated.]
Rest, of course. Unless you'd prefer to stay up for longer?
[He has to admit, he's perplexed. And it shows in his face as he peers, curiously, at Hades and his aura, quavering almost as if he has seen something which has shaken his very core. ...And he blinks. Crude, unchivalrous? Oh, he couldn't possibly think he intended to...
...He does, doesn't he. How cute. ...And somewhat odd. Perhaps some questions are to be asked about the nature of Hades' previous relationships. But mostly cute.]
Now, now. There's nothing crude or unchivalrous about sleeping beside each other. Especially when we are both clothed.
[A tug of his arm, further inside; and then he releases it, walking to a cleverly concealed wardrobe, hidden behind one of the walls. There, a spare robe and trousers, made of a far softer material than their usual type, is procured. ...Yes. Those were a little too large for him, as he remembers. Which means they'll do quite well. And as he returns:]
Unless... you misunderstand my intention. You couldn't possibly think I would ask you to sleep with me so early on?
[He should be affronted. But he can't help but find it hilarious. And it shows, in a small laugh unto his hand as he hands over the garments.]
[Now it's his turn to appear utterly perplexed, although any visible quavering within his soul is fairly quick to sputter out after that, replaced by a muted and steady thrum as he looks again from Hythlodaeus to the bed, and back again to Hythlodaeus as he fetches a change of clothes - one undoubtedly free of any glass granules.]
And I should certainly hope not. But for what other reason would one expect to be led into someone's private chamber? A sleepover gathering is hardly the first thing which comes to mind!
For here I was under the impression that only children took part in such things.
[How, he wonders, would he even be able to consider sleep next to Hythlodaeus? Especially now that he knows what he does, and most especially now that they have each stepped a respective toe over the line from friends into a potential for something more.]
[He stares down at the garments as if they're a coiled snake. What Hythlodaeus is insisting isn't the worst thing in the world, no, but it's still quite boggling to him. He's never shared a bed before simply for the sake of sharing it.]
...yet you're saying this is a regular occurrence?
It's weird and strange and it is adorable and... he really does have to bite his tongue to not ask Hades if he was unfamiliar with the more intimate parts of what relationships entailed. He also has to actually, physically bite the inside of his cheeks and keep his jaw locked as well, just to stop a broad grin spreading across his features.
He really, really has to. Because laughing, he's certain- when he is being looked at so earnestly- when there is a vague semblance of real, genuine curiosity in the other's tone- would be cruel.]
Well. Occurances such as that have been routine in my relationships. Clearly not in yours. And I must admit, to me, the thought of seperate sleeping is just as strange as you find doing so.
[He turns, just to unloop his tie from his braid, and to seperate each section from where they are coiled around each other. Once that is done, his fingers thread through the mass, acting as a makeshift comb.]
...Should it be too much of a leap, you're more than welcome to take the spare chamber. Alternatively, you could try this. And then should it be not to your liking, you may leave for the other room at any point. I'll not take offense.
Clearly. There are those of us, after all, who appreciate being allowed some personal space.
[Hades' brow furrows again as his gaze lingers on the bed, and he exhales long and quiet through his nose. Despite what an oddity it is to him yet, he is beginning to see why a different approach exists. Hythlodaeus has always been much the opposite, for example - friendly, cheerful, and occasionally hovering, not hesitating to flit in and out of his space bubble, nor to reach out and make contact. Where he finds relief in those moments alone, perhaps Hythlodaeus instead seeks comfort in company. It makes sense. He can scarce imagine his friend being happy all by his lonesome. And had that not been why he had made so many visits to see Hythlodaeus following this last severance?]
[Indeed is he being earnest, though he suspects Hythlodaeus is doing all he can not to needle him further about it. Hades head turns back in his direction, and he frowns again - or he would, if he didn't find himself quite suddenly and quite intensely distracted. Hades had thought that hair beautiful before when woven into a loose braid, but now it has been teased out into thick lilac waves which fairly shine, and he catches a faint, sweet whiff of what can only be some manner of floral extract.]
[This creature... this man surely cannot be real.]
[Hades huffs, clutching the change of dress more closely to his chest so they cannot be retracted.]
Honestly...! I do hope you weren't expecting a cuddling partner. If so, then I suspect you will be sorely disappointed. I've never been known for such things.
...That being said, I don't recall saying I wouldn't at least attempt to indulge your whims.
If I'm not asleep within the hour, I'll simply retire to the guest quarters. Does that suit?
Well... Fortunately for both of us, I'm not one for cuddling.
[And he's really not- which may strike Hades as somewhat surprising. But what can be said? Where Hades has a tendency to get cold easily, he tends to be just as prone to overheating.
But. While he does not cuddle, there is one thing he does do. And that particular inclination is both very much an intrusion of personal space, and something that means he very much doubts that Hades will be asleep within the hour. And then...
Well. That hour would have gone by regardless of how they fill it. If Hades should still want to leave, it would still be his choice to. Nothing would change.
So. He smiles, turning away from Hades before he gathers the front of his robe in his hands. Then he pulls the thing over his head, moving away to hang it up. And. Yes. He's quite aware that aside from his podea, he's quite exposed.]
You can change in the other room if you would prefer.
[His privacy, and all. As for him, he pads to the bed- settling above the covers as he watches him.]
[In fact, it does strike him as surprising - enough for him to raise an eyebrow perceptibly above the upper edge of his mask. Perhaps even "affectionate" individuals have their limits when it comes to closeness. Interesting. But instead of saying something sarcastic by way of response, Hades only nods.]
Really? I wouldn't have guessed.
[This next little adventure is also something Hades could not have guessed. It's one thing to see the other hoodless, their faces revealed in private as an unexpected and brief exception of the norm, but it's quite another for Hythlodaeus to remove his own robe as if it's nothing. All when he remains standing right here, right here watching for a moment before his mind can catch up to--]
[Ahem.]
[Hades doesn't fluster so much as he looks away (slowly, politely) with a pointed clearing of his throat. Of this, too, he wonders whether it is normal or if Hythlodaeus is now simply toying with him. His decision is made easily enough, for he certainly isn't prepared to give Hythlodaeus something worth watching. He has his decency, after all.]
Yes, well. With that decided, I will see you in but a moment.
[Hades offers a half shrug as he leaves with the sleeping garments and his privacy. He does not rush, but neither does he take overly long as he reemerges with them on. Hythlodaeus' judgment is mostly right - they fit him well, though the robe is a bit more snug across the shoulders than his daily dress. His mask is still in place, but his pure white hair has been fished from his hood and left loose to ripple and curl down to the small of his back.]
[Already this is singularly the strangest night he's ever experienced, and with a dramatic sigh he trudges over to the bed and sinks down on the edge with his arms crossed.]
[An eyebrow half-quirks as Hades returns, sighs that dramatically and then settles just like that. And really, he can't help himself. It's two things that does it really. Both the way that he seems to be content sitting on the edge of the bed as if he slept sitting up, and ...well, his appearance.
He's seen him now. It is not his face that piques his interest so. More like his hair. From seeing his face, he'd seen that it was quite long. That long is a surprise. He's certain it is not for vanity, however. He half suspects that by its general condition- clean but untouched otherwise- that Hades simply doesn't see the point of dedicating regular intervals of time to have it cut.
How very like him. So focused on his work, and so very little else. His look of mild surprise changes to a smile that borders on soft, and he moves closer.]
You'll be in for a rather uncomfortable hour if you remain like that.
[He moves himself to sit upward, his hand moving to Hades shoulder. Ah, closer, he really can see just how untouched Hades' hair really is. It is pretty enough, most certainly. Of the purest white, and the waves and curls within it are entirely natural- likely through not spending time drying it properly.
And as his lips glance the side of the other man's neck:]
I would hope you will lie down with me?
[Anything more than that is, most assuredly, not on his mind. Yet he sees little reason to not spend the hour revisiting what they were doing in the woods.]
[A terse reply as Hades' obscured gaze travels down the length of his nose to take Hythlodaeus in again, hovering there just beyond his shoulder. The angelic face marred only by the unmistakable glint of mischief in those laughing eyes, the soft curve of a full mouth. Here in better light he can truly appreciate the healthy glow of his skin and... it certainly doesn't hurt that he's been gifted with a generous view of the planes and curves of his upper torso flowing together over quite a finely sculpted structure of bones.]
[There is simply no denying that the man is beautiful, objectively. Subjectively, all of these new little discoveries are still searching for places to settle, to make themselves real. ...Yet that doesn't mean he would refuse to explore this topic further in the meantime.]
[Just the barest brush of those lips against his neck has his flesh tingling in the most pleasant sort of way, and Hades exhales carefully.]
...remain as I was, that is. You failed to mention which side of the bed you typically rest upon.
[He could prolong this, he knows. He gets the distinct feeling that if he does recline here, he won't be getting up again for some time (though whether that is because he wishes stay or whether exhaustion finally claims him yet remains to be seen.) Regardless, he makes up his mind to cooperate. It is, after all, only an hour. And so, should Hythlodaeus attempt that again, he will indeed find Hades shifting towards him, just enough so that he can angle his head to press a kiss against the side of his mouth.]
[A little noise illustrates his acknowledgment in lieu of a proper answer, yet he is distracted. By what? Well. He could have sworn that he witnessed tiny little pinpricks rise on the other's neck. Fleeting, of course. Gone in the instant it took for the other to sigh out that small exhale- yet once there. Caused by his touch, perhaps?
...That would certainly be something.
And as they are disappeared, his focus returns to what else is said. Yet he will trouble himself to guide Hades toward him within the centre of the bed as he answers.]
Well. Truth be told, I'm not one for rigidity. I sleep where I please. Some mornings, I find myself at one side. Others, the other. Sometimes, the middle. Yet always upon it.
[A brief smile follows, and he would ask Hades his preferences, but he finds that the sight of him (even with his mask still on) encourages something else. He leans forward to capture the other's lips in his own once more, a hand moving upward to wind within what unbound hair falls over the other man's shoulder.
His kiss is long, lingering. Yet it is not quite as forceful as those he has given the other before now. He does not press, nor push to hasten it or deepen it. He merely enjoys it. The environment guides his inaction, more than likely. While their present surroundings are comfortable to him, for Hades, it is somewhere he would likely feel as a stranger. And until he felt comfortable, he would not press.
And as he withdraws, tucking the segment of impossibly long hair behind Hades' ear:]
I should hope there will be little problem should I encroach upon your territory in the dead of night?
[What Hythlodaeus thought he had witnessed is neither more nor less than the truth. This affects him, and beneath the outward wall of stubbornness and (yes) rigidity, something stirs. Emotion, feeling. A nervous little twitch that is just as much anticipation as it is a natural response to having his evening and his night turned completely upside down.]
[Although he could succumb to the newness of his surroundings, the awkwardness with which he must navigate this new chapter of their shared history, Hades always was one with an ability to adapt in the moment.]
[Any real inquiries he might have are already answered. Oh yes, he can almost imagine it in the patient urging, in lips that linger against his and fingers daring to tangle themselves into his hair. He can imagine them all as Hythlodaeus saying something like this: Relax, Hades. Why don't you give it a try and see if it doesn't agree with you?]
[Well then, why doesn't he?]
[Hades is almost ready for him this time, though Hythlodaeus clearly needs no encouragement. It takes a couple of tries, but Hades determines on the third exactly how to tilt his head so that his mask won't hinder them. One hand anchors him, supporting his weight against the mattress, and the other rises to the side of Hythlodaeus' face, tilting his jaw by the barest fraction needed to return that kiss fully.]
[He doesn't rush this; he doesn't balk at the nearness or interrupt them with his usual string of muttered complaints. In fact, he offers no commentary at all, only a slow and considered exhale when Hythlodaeus does see fit to withdraw.]
Why ask now? You've scarcely given me so much as a warning in the past when you've encroached upon my territory - and that during broad daylight, I might add.
[He's still sore about earlier, it seems. Both literally and figuratively.]
Shall I then take this as a warning that I should be prepared to awaken with you draped across my shoulders and your face buried in the pillow next to mine? Or perhaps I should create a safety net should you remain on the bed and I, as an unfortunate victim, be cast over the edge.
[He snorts softly, turning his head away to make Hythlodaeus' chore even more difficult to complete. If his reflexes aren't quick enough, he might also find his hand glancing against Hades' cheek. If not, he'd likely find another errant strand sliding down over the opposite shoulder.]
...I presume this goes equally for yourself?
[Not that Hades would ever invade Hythlodaeus' personal space... Or, no. Perhaps he shouldn't make such a claim. After all, there are ample number of temptations hovering before his eyes at this very moment.]
The context behind this particular invasion is remarkably different, I'm sure you'll agree!
[Amusement shines in his eyes as he answers, the quirk of the sides of his mouth belaying barely concealed mirth. Yet, to his credit, he does contain himself. Barely. Hades' reward, perhaps, for indulging him earlier.
Yet the next statement- an overly dramatic exaggeration, most certainly, of how Hades would imagine they would wake is something that has his eyes soften and halflid, a distinct feeling of warmth spreading throughout his chest. When he raises them once more to meet the other's gaze, indeed, he has missed the opportunity to correct that other wayward strand of hair- something of which, by the by, is revealing itself to be rather untamed when unbound. And highly unruly to boot.
So. He curls his fingers against the other man's cheek, moving the backs of his fingers against the long lines of his jaw.]
I would like to wake like that every morning. Very much, in fact.
[It is softly spoken, meant. Yet it is bordering on sentimental. And that is the other's forte far more than his. So.]
Not you upon the floor, of course! The other part is most agreeable.
[His fingers move from his skin then- lightly pressing themselves against the pronounced cheekbone of the mask. And then he moves himself, laying down. His hand then ventures upward once again, in order to encourage Hades to join him.]
As for the bed in itself, I trust you'll make alterations should something not be to your comfort.
[The hardness of the mattress, the length. The breadth. Hythlodaeus, as ever, is a fairly unflappable sort. How it is is how he prefers it, yes. Yet he has no issue with alterations.]
Well, so much for me getting a peaceful night's rest. Are you already so eager as to disrupt my sleep at every opportunity? I grow weary just thinking of how often I'll be readjusting you elsewhere.
[Hades sighs even as he is encouraged to recline, just pronounced enough to make it obvious that he is doing Hythlodaeus a favor and that he should be grateful for the exertion.]
[And yet the half of it is simply a reaction to the newness of it all. He would argue that there's nothing remarkable about any of this, but perhaps that assertion rings false. Perhaps he is only hedging because he knows those eyes, those lips, and those questing fingers all have the potential and the power to undo him utterly. So soon, and already he possesses that much awareness.]
[Were he a less stubborn man, he'd surely be leaning into that touch, catching that delicate wrist and pressing both his cheek and his mouth against the back of that hand. Yet Hades is not so easy, nor is he so open. At least, not at this early stage. Yet he does accept such attentions, he does watch, and he does feel in the same way as before, as if he might shiver out of his own flesh if such affections go on for too long.]
[At length, Hades settles with his back cradled into the mattress. It is firm, but comfortable; supportive. There is more than ample room for both of them, and at least two more besides, and even with his stature, there's plenty of unused space between his toes and the edge of the bed. It isn't his, yet he doesn't find it wanting in any regard. At last, he speaks plainly.]
You needn't fret over such things. As long as it's peaceful and quiet, I can make myself comfortable anywhere.
[A quiet exhale, and because he knows it will happen eventually anyway, Hades nudges Hythlodaeus with his arm.]
Besides, you're more than aware that I'd never ignore anything which didn't meet my standards. Your bed, as it happens, is lavish to an almost insulting degree.
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[There is a glint of amusement in his eyes- because he hardly needs his Sight to detect that Hades is affected. Why, just by the hue of his skin, he seems very affected. Let alone the fact that his mouth opens and closes akin to a fish out of water! He can't help but laugh. But it's small, muted- and quiet- more a chuckle than anything.]
...Was it not for you?
[A few smaller ones, lighter ones- are then placed upon the bridge of his nose. They're fleeting, gentle- even though Hades himself, in this (fake) furore almost looks like he may very well bite his lips off for his troubles.]
Oh, what a pity. I rather enjoyed it.
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[He's being gently provoked, he knows. As well as granted an invitation. It's almost as clear to him as if Hythlodaeus had looked him dead in the eyes and bid him come and enact his revenge if he disliked his affections so much.]
[But that is precisely it. He didn't dislike it at all. There is no one else here, and if he wishes more, he's all but been given permission to go ahead and try.]
[And he does want more. Overwhelmingly.]
[Almost before Hythlodaeus can voice what a pity it is, he'll find that Hades acts. It isn't so much a bite as it is a light pinch - just enough to grant him purchase, to keep those lips from pulling away that his own tongue might press against them seeking entrance. He would make a thorough study of it, if he is allowed. And should Hythlodaeus' "affection" stand as an accurate example, he suspects he can reenact what only just occurred to similar if not equal consequence.]
[If it is not yet for him, he can make it so. Never before has he...]
[So do forgive him if he's too preoccupied to answer.]
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By himself, he is more than certain he would dislike the silence. He's most certain he would dislike this place. Yet with Hades, he finds he likes it very much. Even, hypothetically, were they to be stumbled upon by one of the very first researchers to eventually settle this place and bring it purpose, life- without their masks nothing, save for their souls, marks them as who they are. Unmasked, they are very much anonymous. Two deviants, absolutely- to go about like this. Yet nothing more. There is no danger.
Still. He makes a faintly surprised noise when he finds his lower lip held between Hades' teeth, his eyebrows raising just faintly as he realises that the other intends to emulate.
And far be it for him to refuse. A muffled, ever-so-slightly amused sound then comes from him, and he (of course!) parts his lips to allow the other entrance, lowering his arm to hold Hades close... but oh, should Hades fancy Hythlodaeus would provide the same level of (shocked) tolerance, he would be gravely mistaken. For as soon as his tongue finds its way into Hythlodaeus' mouth, it would find itself beset with, sparred with, his own.]
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[There has always been a pattern to his relationships, a sort of roadmap from one moment to the next when things should take a turn, a time to engage in quiet, intimate discussion, a time for touching, a time to retreat behind the closed door of one's bedchambers.]
[With Hythlodaeus, the only guide he has is the arm around his back and the teasing note that is lost beneath the intrusion of his tongue. He is beginning to rather have his doubts that anyone else could possibly kiss in such a manner, but it's hardly enough for him to break away. It is dark and it is quiet, and Hades' own hand curls around the base of Hythlodaeus' head, his long fingers weaving into his lilac braid as he seeks some manner of traction, some anchor that he might gain an upper hand against that plying warmth with a muted growl of annoyance.]
[Oh, this entire exercise should be utterly ridiculous! And yet it affects him in such a sure and unmistakable way until he can feel the heat all but racing through his veins, until he is all but breathless in his efforts to either capture or outmaneuver that opposing force and taste of him properly.]
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Yet it had meant nothing. For in the end, they had all either left of their own volition, or been dismissed. Simply because, as in all relationships, difficulties had emerged. ...And he had found himself not all that compelled to press through them, for at most, as he had explained, all of them were simply emulations.
Yet that is gone. The loop of Hades' arm around him, the feeling of his fingers pressing their way into his hair, and even the little growl he provides has him smile, and his persistence is rewarded. Mid-infuriating little loop of his tongue around the other's attempt to press against it, he ceases- slowing himself to (gently) flick against it once more, before allowing Hades to have his dominion over the inside of his mouth, if he so pleased.
...Or he would, but he is running out of air. He breaks the kiss- gently, just in order to breathe something small out.]
Do not forget to breathe.
[Sage advice, for certain. A little late, yet... well intended. When Hades has had sufficient time to refill his lungs, he should find himself kissed again- this time, Hythlodaeus allowing him entry compliantly, pliantly.
...If anything, simply to see what it was like. For allowing such was certainly new to him.]
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Perhaps--you should first follow your own advice. Before offering me counsel.
[And it begins again? This is starting to seem quite excessive, and yet Hades would be a fool to refuse. Hythlodaeus might be the most exhausting person he has ever had the pleasure - for it is that, he's all but certain - of kissing, and yet he has never before been so excited about the prospect of something so exhausting. His eyelids are heavy, and he is warmed by his own quickened pulse which simply won't settle back down.]
[When he's kissed, he answers, and when Hythlodaeus proves compliant, well-- Hades finds the challenge is sorely missed, and yet that does not stop him from breathing his approval and delving back unto his mouth once more - slowly, that he might take in the details for a moment or three. And then? Then does his tongue begin to worry at the other's - circling, stroking, and even lighter tracing - all quite benign even as attempts at badgering Hythlodaeus out of his inaction tend to go, but certainly demands which he's never before made of anyone.]
[Of anyone...]
[And, again, he would think to draw back, aware at last that they are sitting in a pile of leaves in the middle of nowhere, he is dirty and his hupodema are sopping, he is unmasked...and they might both quite prefer to try this in comfort, in private, in a place of relaxation.]
...Didn't you wish to return home? Assuming, of course, that your offer yet stands.
[Before all of this occurred, he's relatively sure there was a guest room with his name upon it.]
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He finds his breath harder to take, his face growing warmer, his heart hammering to such an extent within the confines of his chest, in his wrists, in his ears even, he truly wonders whether or not Hades can hear it. And the sensation is new. Very new. For this feels, by the virtue of the way his body is reacting, highly different to any of his previous partners.
Yet no, he is not the passive type. Such is reflected in a flick to Hades' tongue as they part, as well as a brief catch of his lower lip between his teeth as they seperate. And as they are parted yet not- with Hythlodaeus' hands tightly gripping the fabric of Hades' cowl at each upper arm, his forehead pressed flat against the other's, and his breath, deep, heavy, no doubt tickling the other's face...]
...That would be an idea. Else, we're asking to be rained upon.
[Oh, his offer still stands. In fact, Hades might find himself upgraded in terms of sleeping arrangements. Providing he's amenable, of course.
He finally leans back, casting a curious glance around the leaf carpet for his mask. ...And ah. He can detect something with traces of his aether upon it... a few miles away, from his freefall, no doubt. He has to laugh. And he does, gently.
And as he turns his gaze back to Hades...]
Might I leave the teleportation magick to you?
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[A terse if somewhat raw reply. And, oh, he is amenable (perhaps to a rather startling degree). Consider his curiosity piqued, and (he should like not to admit) a number of other things as well. His flesh yearns to draw Hythlodaeus closer, and each little reaction sparks something within him, too. It builds upon itself until his very soul feels afflicted and feverish.]
[Hades has no true notion of what he's getting himself into, and that, he thinks, is somehow, inexplicably the best part. He knows only who he's getting into it with, and he suspects if he had known this an age ago, he scarce would have believed it.]
[When Hythlodaeus at last leans back to begin searching about for his lost mask, so too does Hades take the opportunity to affix the mark of Emet-Selch back upon his own face - pausing only to pluck a leaf from one of the eye holes which he extends wordlessly between two fingers. It's quite a lovely specimen, actually. A deep crimson color, fan-shaped and translucent with an ornate pattern of veins spreading throughout it from one point to the next.]
And, yes, you will be. I didn't think that particular detail was in question. Unless you've some other truth you wish to share? ...all of which, I assure you, we can settle once we've left this place.
[He's not about to take his chances with Hythlodaeus becoming distracted and teleporting himself accidentally into lava next time, and so, Hades will prove all too willing to take over that task himself (and indeed, for at least a week afterwards). And so it is that once the mask is properly retrieved, he shall usher them back to where this night began, safe from prying eyes, with a crisp snap of his fingers.]
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He smiles. ...How sentimental, he would think- were it not for the fact he has already gifted Hades a small memento of the night in the desert made of glass. So he takes it with a small measure of thanks, his lips curling into a smile as he gets close once more, pressing another kiss to his uncovered lips.
This one is not pressing. It is both small and sincere, with a lingering affection that Hades may be able to feel even after he has withdrawn and has twirled the leaf by the stem in his fingers.
And then they're off. As they emerge from Hades' (perfectly safe) portal unto his apartment, he turns.]
Oh, actually... there was something. It involves our sleeping arrangements.
[ Prepare to be shocked, awed, and utterly scandalized, Hades. For he's taking your hand and guiding you, gently, through the hallways. He passes the spare room, but keeps hold. And he opens his own door, revealing a sight which... really, he can't recall Hades ever being privy to, as close as their friendship was. It is a room. Circular, and in Amaroutine fashion, adorned with marble and columns. In it's very center stands a bed. One actually rather gigantic.
And as Hythlodaeus steps inside... he does not let go of his hand.]
I'll have to insist, I'm afraid. And I have spare sleeping clothes should you be unprepared.
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[And yet it feels as if it is exactly the right thing to give, for there seems no end to Hythlodaeus' affection. It's a far cry from what he was forced to endure earlier, and as they safely materialize in Hythlodaeus' apartment, Hades can scarce believe that only a few hours have passed. It is now quite late, to be sure, but somehow this is the same night which was first begun quipping about work and discussing Marberry's merits in particular.]
Our sleeping arrangements? How so?
[The comment has Hades quirking an eyebrow, and then he is being led like a child learning to walk for the first time. Past the familiar guest quarters (which has him frowning), and further down the corridor to a room he's never before entered. The master suite, he realizes with a growing sense of bafflement as his head slowly turns to take in the well-appointed space. The bed, in particular, is a massive thing, and quite luxurious from the looks of it. Yet that does not explain why he is here.]
[Unless...]
[His mouth works silently for a moment, and then his chin jerks back as he stares a his companion in what may be mild shock.]
And what, pray tell, are you insisting upon? Surely you don't think I'd be so crude and unchivalrous!
[He agreed to a relationship, not an affair! And though he certainly isn't pulling his hand away, it's clear from the sideways tilt of his head and the almost jumpy current which unsettles his aether that Hades has some rather pointed reservations about this. To be sure, the only reason anyone has ever led him thus was for one simple reason of a most carnal nature. But not within the first hour of their arrangement!]
[Attraction and history aside, he would not think so little of him as to leap immediately to the finish without first going through the proper steps! There's an order to these matters - a progression, which like all things must be carefully cultivated.]
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[He has to admit, he's perplexed. And it shows in his face as he peers, curiously, at Hades and his aura, quavering almost as if he has seen something which has shaken his very core. ...And he blinks. Crude, unchivalrous? Oh, he couldn't possibly think he intended to...
...He does, doesn't he.
How cute. ...And somewhat odd. Perhaps some questions are to be asked about the nature of Hades' previous relationships. But mostly cute.]
Now, now. There's nothing crude or unchivalrous about sleeping beside each other. Especially when we are both clothed.
[A tug of his arm, further inside; and then he releases it, walking to a cleverly concealed wardrobe, hidden behind one of the walls. There, a spare robe and trousers, made of a far softer material than their usual type, is procured. ...Yes. Those were a little too large for him, as he remembers. Which means they'll do quite well. And as he returns:]
Unless... you misunderstand my intention. You couldn't possibly think I would ask you to sleep with me so early on?
[He should be affronted. But he can't help but find it hilarious. And it shows, in a small laugh unto his hand as he hands over the garments.]
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[Now it's his turn to appear utterly perplexed, although any visible quavering within his soul is fairly quick to sputter out after that, replaced by a muted and steady thrum as he looks again from Hythlodaeus to the bed, and back again to Hythlodaeus as he fetches a change of clothes - one undoubtedly free of any glass granules.]
And I should certainly hope not. But for what other reason would one expect to be led into someone's private chamber? A sleepover gathering is hardly the first thing which comes to mind!
For here I was under the impression that only children took part in such things.
[How, he wonders, would he even be able to consider sleep next to Hythlodaeus? Especially now that he knows what he does, and most especially now that they have each stepped a respective toe over the line from friends into a potential for something more.]
[He stares down at the garments as if they're a coiled snake. What Hythlodaeus is insisting isn't the worst thing in the world, no, but it's still quite boggling to him. He's never shared a bed before simply for the sake of sharing it.]
...yet you're saying this is a regular occurrence?
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It's weird and strange and it is adorable and... he really does have to bite his tongue to not ask Hades if he was unfamiliar with the more intimate parts of what relationships entailed. He also has to actually, physically bite the inside of his cheeks and keep his jaw locked as well, just to stop a broad grin spreading across his features.
He really, really has to.
Because laughing, he's certain- when he is being looked at so earnestly- when there is a vague semblance of real, genuine curiosity in the other's tone- would be cruel.]
Well. Occurances such as that have been routine in my relationships. Clearly not in yours. And I must admit, to me, the thought of seperate sleeping is just as strange as you find doing so.
[He turns, just to unloop his tie from his braid, and to seperate each section from where they are coiled around each other. Once that is done, his fingers thread through the mass, acting as a makeshift comb.]
...Should it be too much of a leap, you're more than welcome to take the spare chamber. Alternatively, you could try this. And then should it be not to your liking, you may leave for the other room at any point. I'll not take offense.
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[Hades' brow furrows again as his gaze lingers on the bed, and he exhales long and quiet through his nose. Despite what an oddity it is to him yet, he is beginning to see why a different approach exists. Hythlodaeus has always been much the opposite, for example - friendly, cheerful, and occasionally hovering, not hesitating to flit in and out of his space bubble, nor to reach out and make contact. Where he finds relief in those moments alone, perhaps Hythlodaeus instead seeks comfort in company. It makes sense. He can scarce imagine his friend being happy all by his lonesome. And had that not been why he had made so many visits to see Hythlodaeus following this last severance?]
[Indeed is he being earnest, though he suspects Hythlodaeus is doing all he can not to needle him further about it. Hades head turns back in his direction, and he frowns again - or he would, if he didn't find himself quite suddenly and quite intensely distracted. Hades had thought that hair beautiful before when woven into a loose braid, but now it has been teased out into thick lilac waves which fairly shine, and he catches a faint, sweet whiff of what can only be some manner of floral extract.]
[This creature... this man surely cannot be real.]
[Hades huffs, clutching the change of dress more closely to his chest so they cannot be retracted.]
Honestly...! I do hope you weren't expecting a cuddling partner. If so, then I suspect you will be sorely disappointed. I've never been known for such things.
...That being said, I don't recall saying I wouldn't at least attempt to indulge your whims.
If I'm not asleep within the hour, I'll simply retire to the guest quarters.
Does that suit?
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[And he's really not- which may strike Hades as somewhat surprising. But what can be said? Where Hades has a tendency to get cold easily, he tends to be just as prone to overheating.
But. While he does not cuddle, there is one thing he does do. And that particular inclination is both very much an intrusion of personal space, and something that means he very much doubts that Hades will be asleep within the hour. And then...
Well. That hour would have gone by regardless of how they fill it. If Hades should still want to leave, it would still be his choice to. Nothing would change.
So. He smiles, turning away from Hades before he gathers the front of his robe in his hands. Then he pulls the thing over his head, moving away to hang it up. And. Yes. He's quite aware that aside from his podea, he's quite exposed.]
You can change in the other room if you would prefer.
[His privacy, and all. As for him, he pads to the bed- settling above the covers as he watches him.]
I was wondering when you'd use that icon.
Really? I wouldn't have guessed.
[This next little adventure is also something Hades could not have guessed. It's one thing to see the other hoodless, their faces revealed in private as an unexpected and brief exception of the norm, but it's quite another for Hythlodaeus to remove his own robe as if it's nothing. All when he remains standing right here, right here watching for a moment before his mind can catch up to--]
[Ahem.]
[Hades doesn't fluster so much as he looks away (slowly, politely) with a pointed clearing of his throat. Of this, too, he wonders whether it is normal or if Hythlodaeus is now simply toying with him. His decision is made easily enough, for he certainly isn't prepared to give Hythlodaeus something worth watching. He has his decency, after all.]
Yes, well. With that decided, I will see you in but a moment.
[Hades offers a half shrug as he leaves with the sleeping garments and his privacy. He does not rush, but neither does he take overly long as he reemerges with them on. Hythlodaeus' judgment is mostly right - they fit him well, though the robe is a bit more snug across the shoulders than his daily dress. His mask is still in place, but his pure white hair has been fished from his hood and left loose to ripple and curl down to the small of his back.]
[Already this is singularly the strangest night he's ever experienced, and with a dramatic sigh he trudges over to the bed and sinks down on the edge with his arms crossed.]
There. Now are you happy?
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He's seen him now. It is not his face that piques his interest so. More like his hair. From seeing his face, he'd seen that it was quite long. That long is a surprise. He's certain it is not for vanity, however. He half suspects that by its general condition- clean but untouched otherwise- that Hades simply doesn't see the point of dedicating regular intervals of time to have it cut.
How very like him. So focused on his work, and so very little else.
His look of mild surprise changes to a smile that borders on soft, and he moves closer.]
You'll be in for a rather uncomfortable hour if you remain like that.
[He moves himself to sit upward, his hand moving to Hades shoulder. Ah, closer, he really can see just how untouched Hades' hair really is. It is pretty enough, most certainly. Of the purest white, and the waves and curls within it are entirely natural- likely through not spending time drying it properly.
And as his lips glance the side of the other man's neck:]
I would hope you will lie down with me?
[Anything more than that is, most assuredly, not on his mind. Yet he sees little reason to not spend the hour revisiting what they were doing in the woods.]
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[A terse reply as Hades' obscured gaze travels down the length of his nose to take Hythlodaeus in again, hovering there just beyond his shoulder. The angelic face marred only by the unmistakable glint of mischief in those laughing eyes, the soft curve of a full mouth. Here in better light he can truly appreciate the healthy glow of his skin and... it certainly doesn't hurt that he's been gifted with a generous view of the planes and curves of his upper torso flowing together over quite a finely sculpted structure of bones.]
[There is simply no denying that the man is beautiful, objectively. Subjectively, all of these new little discoveries are still searching for places to settle, to make themselves real. ...Yet that doesn't mean he would refuse to explore this topic further in the meantime.]
[Just the barest brush of those lips against his neck has his flesh tingling in the most pleasant sort of way, and Hades exhales carefully.]
...remain as I was, that is. You failed to mention which side of the bed you typically rest upon.
[He could prolong this, he knows. He gets the distinct feeling that if he does recline here, he won't be getting up again for some time (though whether that is because he wishes stay or whether exhaustion finally claims him yet remains to be seen.) Regardless, he makes up his mind to cooperate. It is, after all, only an hour. And so, should Hythlodaeus attempt that again, he will indeed find Hades shifting towards him, just enough so that he can angle his head to press a kiss against the side of his mouth.]
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...That would certainly be something.
And as they are disappeared, his focus returns to what else is said. Yet he will trouble himself to guide Hades toward him within the centre of the bed as he answers.]
Well. Truth be told, I'm not one for rigidity. I sleep where I please. Some mornings, I find myself at one side. Others, the other. Sometimes, the middle. Yet always upon it.
[A brief smile follows, and he would ask Hades his preferences, but he finds that the sight of him (even with his mask still on) encourages something else. He leans forward to capture the other's lips in his own once more, a hand moving upward to wind within what unbound hair falls over the other man's shoulder.
His kiss is long, lingering. Yet it is not quite as forceful as those he has given the other before now. He does not press, nor push to hasten it or deepen it. He merely enjoys it. The environment guides his inaction, more than likely. While their present surroundings are comfortable to him, for Hades, it is somewhere he would likely feel as a stranger. And until he felt comfortable, he would not press.
And as he withdraws, tucking the segment of impossibly long hair behind Hades' ear:]
I should hope there will be little problem should I encroach upon your territory in the dead of night?
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[Although he could succumb to the newness of his surroundings, the awkwardness with which he must navigate this new chapter of their shared history, Hades always was one with an ability to adapt in the moment.]
[Any real inquiries he might have are already answered. Oh yes, he can almost imagine it in the patient urging, in lips that linger against his and fingers daring to tangle themselves into his hair. He can imagine them all as Hythlodaeus saying something like this: Relax, Hades. Why don't you give it a try and see if it doesn't agree with you?]
[Well then, why doesn't he?]
[Hades is almost ready for him this time, though Hythlodaeus clearly needs no encouragement. It takes a couple of tries, but Hades determines on the third exactly how to tilt his head so that his mask won't hinder them. One hand anchors him, supporting his weight against the mattress, and the other rises to the side of Hythlodaeus' face, tilting his jaw by the barest fraction needed to return that kiss fully.]
[He doesn't rush this; he doesn't balk at the nearness or interrupt them with his usual string of muttered complaints. In fact, he offers no commentary at all, only a slow and considered exhale when Hythlodaeus does see fit to withdraw.]
Why ask now? You've scarcely given me so much as a warning in the past when you've encroached upon my territory - and that during broad daylight, I might add.
[He's still sore about earlier, it seems. Both literally and figuratively.]
Shall I then take this as a warning that I should be prepared to awaken with you draped across my shoulders and your face buried in the pillow next to mine? Or perhaps I should create a safety net should you remain on the bed and I, as an unfortunate victim, be cast over the edge.
[He snorts softly, turning his head away to make Hythlodaeus' chore even more difficult to complete. If his reflexes aren't quick enough, he might also find his hand glancing against Hades' cheek. If not, he'd likely find another errant strand sliding down over the opposite shoulder.]
...I presume this goes equally for yourself?
[Not that Hades would ever invade Hythlodaeus' personal space... Or, no. Perhaps he shouldn't make such a claim. After all, there are ample number of temptations hovering before his eyes at this very moment.]
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[Amusement shines in his eyes as he answers, the quirk of the sides of his mouth belaying barely concealed mirth. Yet, to his credit, he does contain himself. Barely. Hades' reward, perhaps, for indulging him earlier.
Yet the next statement- an overly dramatic exaggeration, most certainly, of how Hades would imagine they would wake is something that has his eyes soften and halflid, a distinct feeling of warmth spreading throughout his chest. When he raises them once more to meet the other's gaze, indeed, he has missed the opportunity to correct that other wayward strand of hair- something of which, by the by, is revealing itself to be rather untamed when unbound. And highly unruly to boot.
So. He curls his fingers against the other man's cheek, moving the backs of his fingers against the long lines of his jaw.]
I would like to wake like that every morning. Very much, in fact.
[It is softly spoken, meant. Yet it is bordering on sentimental. And that is the other's forte far more than his. So.]
Not you upon the floor, of course! The other part is most agreeable.
[His fingers move from his skin then- lightly pressing themselves against the pronounced cheekbone of the mask. And then he moves himself, laying down. His hand then ventures upward once again, in order to encourage Hades to join him.]
As for the bed in itself, I trust you'll make alterations should something not be to your comfort.
[The hardness of the mattress, the length. The breadth. Hythlodaeus, as ever, is a fairly unflappable sort. How it is is how he prefers it, yes. Yet he has no issue with alterations.]
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[Hades sighs even as he is encouraged to recline, just pronounced enough to make it obvious that he is doing Hythlodaeus a favor and that he should be grateful for the exertion.]
[And yet the half of it is simply a reaction to the newness of it all. He would argue that there's nothing remarkable about any of this, but perhaps that assertion rings false. Perhaps he is only hedging because he knows those eyes, those lips, and those questing fingers all have the potential and the power to undo him utterly. So soon, and already he possesses that much awareness.]
[Were he a less stubborn man, he'd surely be leaning into that touch, catching that delicate wrist and pressing both his cheek and his mouth against the back of that hand. Yet Hades is not so easy, nor is he so open. At least, not at this early stage. Yet he does accept such attentions, he does watch, and he does feel in the same way as before, as if he might shiver out of his own flesh if such affections go on for too long.]
[At length, Hades settles with his back cradled into the mattress. It is firm, but comfortable; supportive. There is more than ample room for both of them, and at least two more besides, and even with his stature, there's plenty of unused space between his toes and the edge of the bed. It isn't his, yet he doesn't find it wanting in any regard. At last, he speaks plainly.]
You needn't fret over such things. As long as it's peaceful and quiet, I can make myself comfortable anywhere.
[A quiet exhale, and because he knows it will happen eventually anyway, Hades nudges Hythlodaeus with his arm.]
Besides, you're more than aware that I'd never ignore anything which didn't meet my standards. Your bed, as it happens, is lavish to an almost insulting degree.