[There is certainly nothing adorable about his person, Hades would argue (if futilely). Yet the blush does not seem terribly keen on dispersing and neither does the agitated movements of his fingers settle into anything even vaguely resembling assured.]
[It isn't that he's nervous, precisely. He knows there is no reason for him to be so, and yet he finds errant thoughts bubbling to the surface nevertheless. Things that might occur in error, the possibility that although until now they've simply worked, that perhaps they might find their respective styles of intimacy are not so compatible as their personalities have always been. That perhaps, ridiculously, after all these decades of pining, Hythlodaeus may discover that he lacks the same character and excitement of whatever version of him Hythlodaeus has conjured within his own mind.]
[The half of it is rubbish, he knows, and yet such thoughts persist regardless, along with the fidgety, fluttery, and increasingly fervid sensations that come about thanks to Hythlodaeus's physical flattery. He simply cannot decide how best to go about answering such affections, much less how to accept them, and in the end he finds himself tracing the length of Hythlodaeus's arms, from a light touch at his wrists to trail along his biceps down to the slow flex of his shoulders. Here, Hades applies a light pressure with his fingertips, rubbing into the tense flesh that allows Hythlodaeus to tilt his head like that, to run his own hands over him. The feel of his lips is so soft at this point, little more than a whisper, that Hades finds himself - actually - gasping, his fingers digging into Hythlodaeus's hair along his scalp as if he might pull him away. But it never happens. Instead, Hades clears his throat, his gaze darting away.]
[He does not tell him to stop. Still, it is impossible not to notice the way the tie holding his podea in place slackens, how the fabric skirt providing him some modesty over his trousers has begun to slip down, and 'tis only a matter of time, really, until Hythlodaeus realizes just how affected Hades truly is by all of this.]
I'm beginning to think you mean to keep me in this same chair all night.
[Another grouse, yes, though it is mostly because he cannot think of a sensible way to ask how Hythlodaeus just managed such a thing. That and he is (very slightly but most assuredly) embarrassed.]
[As undecided and as simple as Hades' touch is, it is rather nice.
Hades' touch had all but prompted the tattered darkness that had once formed a covering over his body to fade from the scant few places it still enveloped, a multitude of small bumps follow in its wake upon Hythlodaeus' cool skin- a vague, faintly ticklish sensation coming with it. Well. It would be best described as ticklish, if it didn't do something else to him far more difficult to surmise in a single word.
As Hades' hand nears the back of his neck, as his fingers splay against a rather warm part between the most prominent bump of his spine and where his hair begins to grow, Hythlodaeus cannot help but exhale, his hips reflexively, thoughtlessly, jerking forward colliding with the bottom of the sofa from his crouched position on the floor. His eyes move upward again, and he inhales- a faint laugh in the back of his throat as he tilts his head away from the other man's stomach, and upward to explain himself.]
Ah. I wasn't quite expecting you to find there quite so soon.
[His voice is lower than usual. Marginally, incrementally so. And, of course, an undercurrent of amusement plays within it... as well as something else. In accompaniment, as well as response to Hades' comment regarding their current scenery, he parts his lips, moving his tongue none too lightly up- over Hades' navel and to where his ribs would begin. And. As he begins working on unlatching the rest of the podea...]
Would you like to go elsewhere? I find any room as good as the other.
[...An impish remark, alike so many others. Delivered with a smile that borders between smug and coy- nothing unusual there. Except there is what he's doing. By now, he has unlatched the main fastenings, and unveiled what would normally lie beneath.
...Except... ]
...Oh, goodness.
[A blink follows.
It is rude. He is most certain that his conduct at present is hardly anything close to not being so- yet he cannot help it. He truly is quite surprised- not at what lies beneath the layers and layers of modesty Hades wears so proudly. It is akin to any other, after all. Formed rather normally. Nothing abnormally bulging, or mismatching. Nothing missing. Nothing extra.
...What surprises him is the sheer size of it.
It has to be said that Hades' equipment is hardly grotesquely large, after all. All is within possible parameters. Yet truly... possible or not, that sort of size is quite unusual. And highly unprobable.
...So much so that he does have to consider some logistics.
And smally...]
Well! ...You are quite gifted. In even more ways than even I had thought, it seems.
Might fluff this up later but it passes quality check
[The reaction from Hythlodaeus is both surprising and electric, the way he shudders and surges - briefly, yes, though unmissable - as if he did something far more complex than merely running his fingertips along the nape of his neck. Hades doesn't quite revel in his triumph, yet he is quick to file this discovery away for later experimentation, perhaps combined with something else in the future that is even more pleasurable than a light touch.]
[Still. He feels something give within him when Hythlodaeus's voice drops, when he lifts his head to deliver this bit of commentary with his trademark smugness.]
[And Hades soon finds out why when that tongue swipes up his torso - 'tis unlike the attentions bestowed to his neck, his jaw, his mouth. If those situations could be called romantic, heated, perhaps even passionate - this particular play seems almost lewd by comparison and Hades cannot help but groan in response, his entire form shivering as he is further stripped of his modesty.]
[He considers answering the question honestly, or perhaps by pointing out that he's hardly in a position to be going anywhere, thank you, seeing as he's quite incapable of moving in the first place. (Any why would he want to go anywhere, truly, when his partner's attentions are practically worshipful?)]
[He considers answering honestly, until the last clasp is unfastened and he finds himself exposed to the cool air blowing in through the open patio. And then, the unthinkable. 'Tis a reaction even he had not predicted, and for a moment it leaves him temporarily stunned. One can only hope the goodness being evoked is of the merciful kind.]
[Hades stares at him for a good while, and then, at last, his jaw tightens, his brow furrows, and he makes a bold attempt to avoid sighing at what has ever been an awkward and humiliating topic indeed. Not because he takes issue with what it is about, but because he never quite knows how best and most graciously to respond without making things far more complicated than they need to be.]
So I have been told.
[Dryly.]
[Another pause, and then:]
If you are feeling troubled, you needn't be. There are, after all, countless intimate acts and innumerable ways in which two individuals may deepen their bond. You needn't think yourself obligated to fulfill anything in particular.
That being said, you know that you are safe here with me. I've no intention of making unreasonable demands of you, nor will I think less should you decide that any of this is not to your liking.
[Overly formal? Perhaps. Yet it needed to be said. Hades frowns again, and were Hythlodaeus not still knelt between his legs, he'd be sorely tempted to clamp his knees together to bar any further - any uncomfortable - perusal. It is not, precisely, that he is feeling overly vulnerable or exposed. Rather, it is because he cannot tell how he is meant to react to such a candid, if awkward, observation.]
[Hades clears his throat again, turning his head away.]
[Oh, highly formal. Overly formal, in fact. So very overwhelmingly, entirely and utterly formal...
...It's adorable. Adorable in only the way he can be.]
Oh, I do not doubt that you have multiple methods of approach in mind.
[He turns his gaze upward to regard Hades' face, just in time to see it turn away- his delight at said overformality writ as plain upon his features as Hades' embarrassment.
He then chooses to lean upward on his knees, staying in precisely the same place yet extending his body upward as far as he can stretch it, bringing his hands upward to frame the sides of the other man's face- in an attempt to tilt it back downward to regard him. And then he speaks softly, tentatively- yet the intent in his words cannot be taken for anything soft or tentative- tilting Hades' head downward to meet his lips.
And against them, he speaks.]
...Yet, surprise aside, I think that it is to my liking. Furthermore, I feel that I would quite enjoy any ...demand you might place on me should you have confidence that I can handle it.
[A kiss follows his statement, and he curls his fingers against the sides of the other man's hairline at his temples, running the pads of his fingertips gently across the beginnings of Hades' silvery tresses. And honestly...]
...Though I'll admit, I've hardly experienced any demand quite so large before. The logistics might be challenging, yet I imagine you've ample enough experience for both of us. So! I shall feel quite content following your lead.
[Finally, and quite sweetly, all considered;]
I trust you, Hades. In all things. And I am more than certain that you trust yourself.
[Oh, please. It can only be adorable in the sense that, having been completely bared before him, there is no way and nowhere for Hades to hide the blush that spreads across his pale skin, nor the rise and fall of each breath, nor the way that a certain topic of conversation standing between them seems to have had its interest at least partially piqued.]
[He has never been treated poorly in such an intimate situation, yet no one has ever made their delight quite so clear as Hythlodaeus in this moment, either. 'Tis so plain, so utterly obvious he cannot help but wonder how they did not discover one another's feelings an entire age before they did.]
[Even before Hythlodaeus stretches upwards to gently cup his face, his gaze does trail back to watch him on its own, for how can he help but to watch him at every turn?]
[A sigh follows, a half-hearted one as he allows his head to be angled downwards, his own words not at all tentative despite the flush across his cheekbones and neck.]
Several, perhaps. Yet what nonsense are you speaking now? I always have confidence in you. If I thought it a problem, I would have said so before we even began.
[Each word feels ticklish and charged given their proximity, as if they are being spoken unto each other and absorbed directly through their lips, as if their souls are shining into one another's being though their locked gazes, as if there is but one thing truly missing to make this connection perfect and complete. ...'Tis no wonder Hythlodaeus is short on patience this night.]
[Hades reaches out, his hands gliding down Hythlodaeus's sides to meet in the small of his back. Such requires a stretch, but it makes the kiss even easier, and he all but melts into the soothing brush of fingers teasing along his hairline. Has he ever experienced anything quite so beautiful?]
[Another sigh follows, this one ghosting against Hythlodaeus's lips as he pulls back just enough to fix him with one of his trademark stares, even if the sternness within is highly affected. Playful. False.]
But, truly. Must you continue to overemphasize it so? After all, bigger is not necessarily better.
[So it's to be his lead, is it? The designation suits him well enough, and this opening act has offered him a glimpse into what he might expect. His touch shifts then, moving to brace Hythlodaeus's shoulder blades, his grip light - more of an impression, a suggestion rather than any actual attempt to lift him.]
...
Off your knees, then. No doubt they are becoming quite sore from all of this kneeling, and I've a sneaking suspicion you will find yourself in need of them later. Now, let us get you out of the rest of these trappings before we make any further demands of one another.
[How modest Hades is. Even in regard to that- and truly, he cannot help but smile at the fact that still, even now, Hades' first thought is to maintain that sense of modesty, even in regard to something most would take a form of pride in- even though there are subtle cues that his complaints are certainly not true ones.
Yet that is Hades. He is not like most people. He is different- highly different, and truly, his tendency to downplay all aspects of himself are so very, very endearing. He sees it- likely as Hades himself would suspect- as utterly and entirely adorable. He wishes to laugh, actually. And perhaps he would be laughing were a small sound not already indicative of his delight. A gentle sound. Very quiet, no more than a sharp little exhale, half concealed by a hand, and the curling of his lip.]
Well! When you put it like that...
[It is unclear by intent what exact statement Hythlodaeus is in agreement with, but he is responsive to his suggestion. So. He rises from his knees, slowly- standing before the seated Hades, and glancing down to the tattered, broken wisps of darkness that shroud his torso- that once made up such a very fine magical robe.
Wisps which are soon cleared from him utterly with a few brushes of his arms. So as he stands before Hades, he reaches toward one of the other man's hands, touching it against the firm and flat expanse of his lower stomach.]
Hm.
[He had not expected warm hands. Given that Hades was a man that tended to get, and stay cold, he had expected quite a shock at the first point of contact. None comes, though. Instead, his touch is firm. warm, and strong- and he cannot help but smile as he looks down at him, bringing his own hands up to his braid and beginning to undo it.]
I'd never do you the discourtesy of unwrapping your present for you.
[A small smile follows. For of course, it is a reference to Hades' sentiment from before. His tie is removed- his braid left before Hades himself to unravel, and tossed across the room gently to land upon the top of his previously discarded robe, and he moves a half-step closer, guiding Hades' hands down to the fastenings of the coverings upon his legs.]
[Hades's eyes follow him up, and as Hythlodaeus slowly moves to rise, so too does he straighten his posture, his torso shifting forward as he cranes his neck upwards to watch as Hythlodaeus dispels the final remnants of the robe which had only half-heartedly been shrouding him. From here he can admire the way the twilight casts fine shadows over him, the way the fading sun highlights the side of his face and emphasizes the thin line of his nose, the corners of his mouth pulled high in an expression that bespeaks fondness and interest and mirth.]
[His palm is pressed to Hythlodaeus's form, and his head dips slightly to one side, eyes narrowing in question as that soft hum comes, as his fingers flex once and then smooth over the warm flesh beneath. He leans in next - all too briefly - his lips touching the center of his chest, his eyes luminous as they lift again just in time to see Hythlodaeus slip the tie from the end of his braid and flick it across the room.]
[Hades finds himself pausing despite his own wishes, his gaze trailing from the lavender strands still loosely coiled together to the small, knowing smile gracing his friend's features. He bites back a frustrated groan. He has only two hands, after all, and they are currently being guided down to the hem of Hythlodaeus's podea. As if he requires further prompting.]
Not that discourtesy perhaps, yet you've still found a way to be an insufferable tease regardless.
[Hades grumbles under his breath, his sentence punctuated with an indignant huff. Yet his fingers do not delay, instead making deft work of the ties connecting the apron about his hips - the very same sort he has had centuries upon centuries to learn and memorize and navigate without the requirement of so much as a stray thought. And then his fingers move to the fastenings at his waist, loosening the front just enough to slip an exploratory hand inside - still warm, of course. Not overly hurried.]
Well what? Shall I unwrap my present all at once, or shall I make a guess of what it is you've brought me first?
[This time, a laugh does come. For truly, in this man's presence it is never, ever far away. It is a small one- a soft one- one filled with warmth- a laugh that speaks to a form of quiet delight. That is, until it ends abruptly and all at once, replaced with the quietest, but the sharpest of inhales as Hades' seeking hand breaches his attire, his hips, instinctively, moving forward to press his own hardness further against Hades' hand.]
I had thought myself the picture of politeness thusfar. None too demanding, nor too playful. Unless... [His eyes flick open, and he moves forward yet further, arching his back and resting a portion of his weight upon his knee, placed upon the sofa at Hades' side.] ...Unless you have never known what it is to truly be teased, Hades.
[Such an unimaginable thing. But is it too unimaginable? The thought of teasing the eminent Third Seat would likely be a none-too-common occurrence. Yet even behind that, Hades as Hades- how most knew him as the stern, solemn, and so very forthright mage, is not a figure that lends itself especially well to (gentle) torment.
That and... Well. He couldn't exactly blame any prior individuals in this position for wanting to skip to the main event immediately. Impatience in the light of the sheer vision of a man before him could most certainly be understandable. Yet, even if their time together is not guaranteed to be uninterrupted for any period, he has no qualm being the exception. So as he leans further still, guiding Hades to lay down upon the sofa lengthways, and as he moves his (regrettably, still clothed) legs to either side of him, and as he looks down upon him, moving a single finger down the length of his chest;]
In the spirit of this rare learning experience, perhaps you should guess.
[For the blink of an eye, Hades seems quite pleased with himself. Without any visible hesitation, he allows his wrist to sink several ilms more below Hythlodaeus's waistband, his hand pressing back into that hardness just as firmly.]
[Yet the moment creativity dawns upon Hythlodaeus, Hades finds his space invaded, finds himself leaning backwards out of pure habit -- a gesture which anyone who didn't know better might misinterpret as submission. For indeed, some may think it a sight for sore eyes: Hades reclined there, his skin flushed, his eyes cast aside, and indeed the moment his true name follows such an amused realization, such sights are joined by a mutinous twitch of interest.]
[His brow furrows next -- as if on cue.]
Now hold on just a moment! Mayhap you'd best show by example before you go jumping to any hasty conclusions about my supposed inexperience. Though I will grant that, like as not, your definition of "teasing" is far from the ordinary.
[Despite himself, the lazy trail Hythlodaeus draws down the center of his torso conjures a shiver from him, gooseflesh rising on his arms. Yet it isn't so much the touch that has him so affected, but the way that Hythlodaeus has him boxed in, his legs straddling either side of his body, close enough that he sorely regrets not divesting him of the last of his clothing while he still had the chance. His hand yet remains where he left it, however, and Hades makes a point of sliding his palm up and down the length of him, his hand applying careful but firm pressure, just for a moment - just to make absolutely clear he is in no way scandalized by what they are about to do or whatever technique it is that Hythlodaeus deems so worthy of sharing.]
[He is not used to being the one on his back, but he does not find his current predicament disagreeable.]
Yet did you not say you were hardly a man of patience? Teaching me some manner of lesson sounds like a rather lengthy diversion if you ask me. And a great deal of trouble besides.
[His other hand rises, catching the ends of Hythlodaeus's hair between his fingers as he works his way up through the remnants of his braid, gently teasing it loose until it separates into soft, silky waves.]
That is my guess, by the way. Though if you would also like my professional opinion on the matter, you do not seem as if you require any more spirit.
Well, truth be told... I have reconsidered. Even were a messenger from the Convocation itself to come to your door with reason to beg your presence in some matter, I would not allow you to be taken from me.
[He leans forward, his hand finding a place for itself flat against Hades' sternum. He has leaned back, yes. ...And yes. It is taken as submission. Such a powerful man in such an evocative position certainly has him affected, and that is not even taking into consideration the firm pressure of Hades' palm against him, nor the slow yet firm rhythm of its movement as it coaxes him.
His own hand presses, just faintly against Hades' chest as he leans in to touch his lips against Hades' own, his kiss fleeting, lasting only a moment- more his breath against Hades' lips than any actual touch.]
...Not for any matter. Even a matter of the gravest import, that demands the presence of the most esteemed Emet-Selch. So my patience, or lack of it, is neither here nor there. You are mine, and I shall not give you back until I have had my contentment of you.
[A jest, most certainly, given the fact that Hythlodaeus, alike all of their people, was very much of the mindset that their lives were lived for the sake of service. To their people, to their star. So surely he cannot be serious? His facial expression, his voice, the look in his eye, even his soul seems to be giving nothing away, and would Hades attempt to retake his lips, to force the fleeting touch of them into something more, far more, he would find that Hythlodaeus' hand prevents even an ilm being granted.]
[Hades's eyes flash up at him in what may be silent protest and in what may also be deliberation. His brow is yet a hard line, and though he finds that he cannot rise against the faint but sure pressure of that hand anchoring his chest, he has not been completely rendered immobile.]
[Nor does he think (were it to come to just such an event) that Hythlodaeus would be able to trap him here. All it would take is a quick snap of his fingers, a spell soundly woven and executed, and then he would be gone...yet what point is there in saying so? Why ruin the game?]
[And so Hades chooses instead to watch him, his gaze searching as he schools his features to sternness, and then his fingers move as one to catch the side of his face. Hades does not force a kiss, but neither does he seem willing to allow a full-on retreat. And so he speaks unto the thin margin of air that separates their mouths.]
Have you now? Before this evening I would not have thought you capable of such a possessive streak. And yet here you are claiming me as your own before I have even been marked as yours.
[His eyes narrow then in challenge, his chin raised so that his chest too presses up into the heel of Hythlodaeus's hand.]
I do not think you seek mere contentment, for we have known contentment. Why beat around the proverbial juniper bush? 'Tis pleasure you desire from me. Satisfaction. Completion.
[He punctuates this last with the lightest of touches, just the edge of his index finger softly stroking the length of him in a way which may bring to mind Hythlodaeus's own teasing. Two can play this game.]
Though if I am incorrect, you are more than welcome to educate me on what you will allow - seeing as I am being barred from completing my sworn duty indefinitely.
[How intimidating that line is. How it is like to strike fear into even the most stalwart of men and women- and how Emet-Selch had already (unwittingly) made some of their brethren outright whimper with naught but a furrowed brow.
...To Hythlodaeus, it's precious, of course. Perhaps it is a matter of familiarity. How he knows this man almost as well as he knows himself- how he can read between (that very harsh) line and see that there is no malice behind his eyes. Perhaps it was familiarity- or perhaps it was simply a matter of there being something uniquely wrong with him and his fight or flight mechanism is entirely and completely amiss.
Regardless of the reason, it does not change the fact that he finds it precious. And he has no reservations about showing such- bringing the hand that does not restrict Hades' movement to the deepest crease of that line- the tip of his finger lightly stroking it. And oh, he cannot help it. If Hades thought he had a tendency to be smug, it is proved tenfold in his smile. ]
Truth be told, neither had I. Though you cannot say you were not warned- I believe I mentioned something regarding being at the end of my rope earlier.
[Smugness falls way to a small shudder, for the contrast between the pressure of Hades' heavy strokes and the delicate touch of his fingers is something sublime. Something that forces him to jolt his hips forward toward each descent of Hades' hand, and pin his bottom lip between his teeth in earnest effort to stop the shudder coursing up his spine.
Still. It would be remiss of him to not say something else. So.]
Completion? I should say it will be nigh unto an eternity before I consider our relationship complete, Hades.
[His smile comes again, even if his facial expression beneath it is uniquely fraught. A consequence of the other's attentions upon him, and what they're doing to him, of course.]
Saying that-
[A small moan comes at a particular downward stroke. It is something small, half-breathed rather than actually vocalized. But should Hades should feel somewhat proud to have elicited such from him, he would be right to.]
-Y-you have the right of it in regard to pleasure. And satisfaction. I would have those things of you tonight.
[Flustered as he is, he cannot turn down an open invitation. So. He gathers himself, and with his (slightly shaking) hands, slides them underneath Hades' thighs. ...Despite the more well-discussed parts of his anatomy freed, he is still mostly clothed. So. Should Hades be pliable enough to his touch, he would bend each leg at the knee and open them- allowing Hades' feet to find purchase upon the chair at his side as he does away with his trousers once and for all with a series of tugs- then draping his arms over Hades' shoulders, finally meeting his lips- as he moves his crotch against that of the other man's in a long, slow, grind.]
...In as many of your rooms as we can manage, should you feel up to it.
[Hades's brow furrows further - as deep as it will possibly fold while he grows slightly cross-eyed from watching Hythlodaeus and the beautifully smug expression that graces his features. He understands him clearly: there is no malice, and in fact there is not even a trace of annoyance. The gesture is entirely affected - a facial exercise solely for the other's personal amusement. For the corner of Hades's mouth twitches upwards, and only once he has endured what he deems to have been a sufficient amount of mirth from Hythlodaeus, he catches his wrist, surely and slowly bringing the backs of his fingers to his lips for what proves to be a chaste but meaningful kiss.]
[His eyes are so bright. Liquid pools trained on Hythlodaeus's face as the other man trembles from his touch, and at the pressure eagerly jutting back into his waiting hand.]
[Lovely.]
Indeed you did.
[Hades's voice is quiet and oddly reverent. Little more than a breath of air, truly. Oh, he has felt a great many things, and yet none of them quite like this.]
...And yet here you are speaking nonsense as if I will ever be rid of you. One should think you'd have realized you've become something of a permanent fixture, even before we agreed upon this... "relationship".
Honestly, Hythlodaeus. You know that isn't the sort of completion I was alluding to. While I do believe it would be far more prudent for me to allow you to discover for yourself what I truly meant, I would offer this reminder:
You are not the only one seeking his satisfaction tonight.
[His attentions grow more subdued, yet it isn't that Hades has suddenly become embarrassed. Instead, he works to loosen the other man's trousers, although he isn't quite able to finish before he is readjusted. Surprisingly, or perhaps not at all, Hades does not fight him on this. The breath he exhales is tenuous, yet he allows his legs to be shifted - and spread. In fact, he affords Hythlodaeus what is quite a glorious and unabridged view of his most intimate parts. Mayhap it is trust, or mayhap it is because he can sense that even Hythlodaeus too is flustered that he does not make an exaggerated show of it - that he holds his tongue and each of the sharp quips and grumbled observations he might otherwise imbue upon this moment.]
[As a result, he manages to look only the slightest bit uncomfortable as the last of his garments is removed and he is rendered bare before Hythlodaeus - as exposed as a newborn babe.]
[Fortunately, he is not left alone for long, and when those teasing lips are returned to him, Hades wastes little time in reclaiming them, gently tugging at the back of his neck to keep him there, though it hardly proves necessary.]
[A low groan sounds deep in Hades's throat, his hips rising off the chair to meet him. Hythlodaeus's podea is well-laundered, fortunately, and relatively soft. Elsewise he's not at all certain he'd be willing to tolerate the feel of Hythlodaeus's clothed form grinding against his assuredly naked one. He does not ask him to stop, however. The slow, meaningful pressure feels far too good.]
--If you'd prefer it with my cooperation, I'd suggest you finish your current task before you begin daydreaming about what's to come. "Should I feel up to it."
You will know when I do not. Elsewise you may save yourself the trouble and assume that I do.
Well, then. Given your propensity to perform, I am quite certain that I for one shall not be disappointed.
[How very verbose Hades is- and truly, he is not entirely used to it.
Sex prior to this moment was quite different in quite a fair number of ways. He had not quite experienced the act with any other person to be as much an exercise in conversation as it was in sensation. Nor- it would shame him to admit- that the sight of any other in Hades' position would elicit quite as much of a need within him as what he feels now. As well as the obvious- that in other experiences with other people, he'd half imagine himself coerced onto this back by now- being expected, likely due to appearance, to take a more passive, altogether far more boring role in what was to come.
And really. Having his allusions shattered in so very many different ways is very exciting. As Hades' hips rise upward- as friction blooms between each of their readiness- he cannot help but elicit a small, yet tellingly deep groan into the crook of the other man's shoulder and his ear- the sound deep enough, wanting enough, to have come from his very soul and not a simple exhale of air.
He rolls his hips back before they move forward once again, seeking yet more of the same glorious sensation. And breathily:]
...For the time being, would you be a dear?
[He is referring, of course, to procuring adequate lubrication. An act which, a hasty limp throughout this apartment for him, is as simple as a snap of the fingers for the sorcerer.]
[Hades grouses, though in his words there is also something akin to agreement. Sexual intercourse, in all of the times up until this moment, had been quite different. Sweet, yes, but regimented, predictable, and at times painfully dull. Often his partners would content themselves with leaving matters in his own (quite capable - as he was unanimously assured) hands. Rare that anyone grew playful with him during the act and rarer still to hear anything more than impassioned utterances. He cannot even recall the last time in which someone else willingly set the tone and the pace of their own private affair.]
[To find himself, even slightly, at Hythlodaeus's mercy is actually rather exciting. To hear his voice deepen, breathless and wanting - even moreso. Hades's lips skim the delicate flesh of Hythlodaeus's throat, catching at the underside of the man's jaw as he retreats, readjusts, and returns once more. Hades rises again, allowing the length of him to press up into the roll of those hips, chasing the same charged energy that flooded him before - all the while keeping up his end of the conversation as best he can. Hades may not be entirely breathless - yet 'tis clear he is at least slightly winded, his ears and neck, and even part of his chest still the slightlest bit pink.]
...I can assure you I am nothing of the sort. Yet given you have asked nicely, I suppose I'd be willing to humor your request. ...even if being anything else seems the more compelling option.
[True to his word, Hades frees an arm long enough to bring his fingers together into a crisp, clean SNAP! However, the result is perhaps not what Hythlodaeus had expected. When the aether has settled, Hythlodaeus will find that the last remnants of his trousers and the rest of his clothes have dissipated much like the shadow cloak from earlier, leaving him just as immodest as Hades is beneath him.]
[Yet the lubrication is not forgotten either. 'Tis a matter which had taken Hades a moment or three in which to reach a decision, yet if Hythlodaeus were to look carefully, he would find a tiny, unadorned bottle clutched between the two fingers responsible for weaving the magicks in the first place. The bottle is made of clear glass with an equally colorless substance inside - a humble offering, truly, though one of Hades's own concoction. Not...that Hythlodaeus need know that.]
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[There is certainly nothing adorable about his person, Hades would argue (if futilely). Yet the blush does not seem terribly keen on dispersing and neither does the agitated movements of his fingers settle into anything even vaguely resembling assured.]
[It isn't that he's nervous, precisely. He knows there is no reason for him to be so, and yet he finds errant thoughts bubbling to the surface nevertheless. Things that might occur in error, the possibility that although until now they've simply worked, that perhaps they might find their respective styles of intimacy are not so compatible as their personalities have always been. That perhaps, ridiculously, after all these decades of pining, Hythlodaeus may discover that he lacks the same character and excitement of whatever version of him Hythlodaeus has conjured within his own mind.]
[The half of it is rubbish, he knows, and yet such thoughts persist regardless, along with the fidgety, fluttery, and increasingly fervid sensations that come about thanks to Hythlodaeus's physical flattery. He simply cannot decide how best to go about answering such affections, much less how to accept them, and in the end he finds himself tracing the length of Hythlodaeus's arms, from a light touch at his wrists to trail along his biceps down to the slow flex of his shoulders. Here, Hades applies a light pressure with his fingertips, rubbing into the tense flesh that allows Hythlodaeus to tilt his head like that, to run his own hands over him. The feel of his lips is so soft at this point, little more than a whisper, that Hades finds himself - actually - gasping, his fingers digging into Hythlodaeus's hair along his scalp as if he might pull him away. But it never happens. Instead, Hades clears his throat, his gaze darting away.]
[He does not tell him to stop. Still, it is impossible not to notice the way the tie holding his podea in place slackens, how the fabric skirt providing him some modesty over his trousers has begun to slip down, and 'tis only a matter of time, really, until Hythlodaeus realizes just how affected Hades truly is by all of this.]
I'm beginning to think you mean to keep me in this same chair all night.
[Another grouse, yes, though it is mostly because he cannot think of a sensible way to ask how Hythlodaeus just managed such a thing. That and he is (very slightly but most assuredly) embarrassed.]
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Hades' touch had all but prompted the tattered darkness that had once formed a covering over his body to fade from the scant few places it still enveloped, a multitude of small bumps follow in its wake upon Hythlodaeus' cool skin- a vague, faintly ticklish sensation coming with it. Well. It would be best described as ticklish, if it didn't do something else to him far more difficult to surmise in a single word.
As Hades' hand nears the back of his neck, as his fingers splay against a rather warm part between the most prominent bump of his spine and where his hair begins to grow, Hythlodaeus cannot help but exhale, his hips reflexively, thoughtlessly, jerking forward colliding with the bottom of the sofa from his crouched position on the floor. His eyes move upward again, and he inhales- a faint laugh in the back of his throat as he tilts his head away from the other man's stomach, and upward to explain himself.]
Ah. I wasn't quite expecting you to find there quite so soon.
[His voice is lower than usual. Marginally, incrementally so. And, of course, an undercurrent of amusement plays within it... as well as something else. In accompaniment, as well as response to Hades' comment regarding their current scenery, he parts his lips, moving his tongue none too lightly up- over Hades' navel and to where his ribs would begin. And. As he begins working on unlatching the rest of the podea...]
Would you like to go elsewhere? I find any room as good as the other.
[...An impish remark, alike so many others. Delivered with a smile that borders between smug and coy- nothing unusual there. Except there is what he's doing. By now, he has unlatched the main fastenings, and unveiled what would normally lie beneath.
...Except... ]
...Oh, goodness.
[A blink follows.
It is rude. He is most certain that his conduct at present is hardly anything close to not being so- yet he cannot help it. He truly is quite surprised- not at what lies beneath the layers and layers of modesty Hades wears so proudly. It is akin to any other, after all. Formed rather normally. Nothing abnormally bulging, or mismatching. Nothing missing. Nothing extra.
...What surprises him is the sheer size of it.
It has to be said that Hades' equipment is hardly grotesquely large, after all. All is within possible parameters. Yet truly... possible or not, that sort of size is quite unusual. And highly unprobable.
...So much so that he does have to consider some logistics.
And smally...]
Well! ...You are quite gifted. In even more ways than even I had thought, it seems.
Might fluff this up later but it passes quality check
[Still. He feels something give within him when Hythlodaeus's voice drops, when he lifts his head to deliver this bit of commentary with his trademark smugness.]
[And Hades soon finds out why when that tongue swipes up his torso - 'tis unlike the attentions bestowed to his neck, his jaw, his mouth. If those situations could be called romantic, heated, perhaps even passionate - this particular play seems almost lewd by comparison and Hades cannot help but groan in response, his entire form shivering as he is further stripped of his modesty.]
[He considers answering the question honestly, or perhaps by pointing out that he's hardly in a position to be going anywhere, thank you, seeing as he's quite incapable of moving in the first place. (Any why would he want to go anywhere, truly, when his partner's attentions are practically worshipful?)]
[He considers answering honestly, until the last clasp is unfastened and he finds himself exposed to the cool air blowing in through the open patio. And then, the unthinkable. 'Tis a reaction even he had not predicted, and for a moment it leaves him temporarily stunned. One can only hope the goodness being evoked is of the merciful kind.]
[Hades stares at him for a good while, and then, at last, his jaw tightens, his brow furrows, and he makes a bold attempt to avoid sighing at what has ever been an awkward and humiliating topic indeed. Not because he takes issue with what it is about, but because he never quite knows how best and most graciously to respond without making things far more complicated than they need to be.]
So I have been told.
[Dryly.]
[Another pause, and then:]
If you are feeling troubled, you needn't be. There are, after all, countless intimate acts and innumerable ways in which two individuals may deepen their bond. You needn't think yourself obligated to fulfill anything in particular.
That being said, you know that you are safe here with me. I've no intention of making unreasonable demands of you, nor will I think less should you decide that any of this is not to your liking.
[Overly formal? Perhaps. Yet it needed to be said. Hades frowns again, and were Hythlodaeus not still knelt between his legs, he'd be sorely tempted to clamp his knees together to bar any further - any uncomfortable - perusal. It is not, precisely, that he is feeling overly vulnerable or exposed. Rather, it is because he cannot tell how he is meant to react to such a candid, if awkward, observation.]
[Hades clears his throat again, turning his head away.]
<3!
...It's adorable. Adorable in only the way he can be.]
Oh, I do not doubt that you have multiple methods of approach in mind.
[He turns his gaze upward to regard Hades' face, just in time to see it turn away- his delight at said overformality writ as plain upon his features as Hades' embarrassment.
He then chooses to lean upward on his knees, staying in precisely the same place yet extending his body upward as far as he can stretch it, bringing his hands upward to frame the sides of the other man's face- in an attempt to tilt it back downward to regard him. And then he speaks softly, tentatively- yet the intent in his words cannot be taken for anything soft or tentative- tilting Hades' head downward to meet his lips.
And against them, he speaks.]
...Yet, surprise aside, I think that it is to my liking. Furthermore, I feel that I would quite enjoy any ...demand you might place on me should you have confidence that I can handle it.
[A kiss follows his statement, and he curls his fingers against the sides of the other man's hairline at his temples, running the pads of his fingertips gently across the beginnings of Hades' silvery tresses. And honestly...]
...Though I'll admit, I've hardly experienced any demand quite so large before. The logistics might be challenging, yet I imagine you've ample enough experience for both of us. So! I shall feel quite content following your lead.
[Finally, and quite sweetly, all considered;]
I trust you, Hades. In all things. And I am more than certain that you trust yourself.
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[He has never been treated poorly in such an intimate situation, yet no one has ever made their delight quite so clear as Hythlodaeus in this moment, either. 'Tis so plain, so utterly obvious he cannot help but wonder how they did not discover one another's feelings an entire age before they did.]
[Even before Hythlodaeus stretches upwards to gently cup his face, his gaze does trail back to watch him on its own, for how can he help but to watch him at every turn?]
[A sigh follows, a half-hearted one as he allows his head to be angled downwards, his own words not at all tentative despite the flush across his cheekbones and neck.]
Several, perhaps. Yet what nonsense are you speaking now? I always have confidence in you. If I thought it a problem, I would have said so before we even began.
[Each word feels ticklish and charged given their proximity, as if they are being spoken unto each other and absorbed directly through their lips, as if their souls are shining into one another's being though their locked gazes, as if there is but one thing truly missing to make this connection perfect and complete. ...'Tis no wonder Hythlodaeus is short on patience this night.]
[Hades reaches out, his hands gliding down Hythlodaeus's sides to meet in the small of his back. Such requires a stretch, but it makes the kiss even easier, and he all but melts into the soothing brush of fingers teasing along his hairline. Has he ever experienced anything quite so beautiful?]
[Another sigh follows, this one ghosting against Hythlodaeus's lips as he pulls back just enough to fix him with one of his trademark stares, even if the sternness within is highly affected. Playful. False.]
But, truly. Must you continue to overemphasize it so? After all, bigger is not necessarily better.
[So it's to be his lead, is it? The designation suits him well enough, and this opening act has offered him a glimpse into what he might expect. His touch shifts then, moving to brace Hythlodaeus's shoulder blades, his grip light - more of an impression, a suggestion rather than any actual attempt to lift him.]
...
Off your knees, then. No doubt they are becoming quite sore from all of this kneeling, and I've a sneaking suspicion you will find yourself in need of them later. Now, let us get you out of the rest of these trappings before we make any further demands of one another.
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Yet that is Hades. He is not like most people. He is different- highly different, and truly, his tendency to downplay all aspects of himself are so very, very endearing. He sees it- likely as Hades himself would suspect- as utterly and entirely adorable. He wishes to laugh, actually. And perhaps he would be laughing were a small sound not already indicative of his delight. A gentle sound. Very quiet, no more than a sharp little exhale, half concealed by a hand, and the curling of his lip.]
Well! When you put it like that...
[It is unclear by intent what exact statement Hythlodaeus is in agreement with, but he is responsive to his suggestion. So. He rises from his knees, slowly- standing before the seated Hades, and glancing down to the tattered, broken wisps of darkness that shroud his torso- that once made up such a very fine magical robe.
Wisps which are soon cleared from him utterly with a few brushes of his arms. So as he stands before Hades, he reaches toward one of the other man's hands, touching it against the firm and flat expanse of his lower stomach.]
Hm.
[He had not expected warm hands. Given that Hades was a man that tended to get, and stay cold, he had expected quite a shock at the first point of contact. None comes, though. Instead, his touch is firm. warm, and strong- and he cannot help but smile as he looks down at him, bringing his own hands up to his braid and beginning to undo it.]
I'd never do you the discourtesy of unwrapping your present for you.
[A small smile follows. For of course, it is a reference to Hades' sentiment from before. His tie is removed- his braid left before Hades himself to unravel, and tossed across the room gently to land upon the top of his previously discarded robe, and he moves a half-step closer, guiding Hades' hands down to the fastenings of the coverings upon his legs.]
...Well?
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[His palm is pressed to Hythlodaeus's form, and his head dips slightly to one side, eyes narrowing in question as that soft hum comes, as his fingers flex once and then smooth over the warm flesh beneath. He leans in next - all too briefly - his lips touching the center of his chest, his eyes luminous as they lift again just in time to see Hythlodaeus slip the tie from the end of his braid and flick it across the room.]
[Hades finds himself pausing despite his own wishes, his gaze trailing from the lavender strands still loosely coiled together to the small, knowing smile gracing his friend's features. He bites back a frustrated groan. He has only two hands, after all, and they are currently being guided down to the hem of Hythlodaeus's podea. As if he requires further prompting.]
Not that discourtesy perhaps, yet you've still found a way to be an insufferable tease regardless.
[Hades grumbles under his breath, his sentence punctuated with an indignant huff. Yet his fingers do not delay, instead making deft work of the ties connecting the apron about his hips - the very same sort he has had centuries upon centuries to learn and memorize and navigate without the requirement of so much as a stray thought. And then his fingers move to the fastenings at his waist, loosening the front just enough to slip an exploratory hand inside - still warm, of course. Not overly hurried.]
Well what? Shall I unwrap my present all at once, or shall I make a guess of what it is you've brought me first?
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[This time, a laugh does come. For truly, in this man's presence it is never, ever far away. It is a small one- a soft one- one filled with warmth- a laugh that speaks to a form of quiet delight. That is, until it ends abruptly and all at once, replaced with the quietest, but the sharpest of inhales as Hades' seeking hand breaches his attire, his hips, instinctively, moving forward to press his own hardness further against Hades' hand.]
I had thought myself the picture of politeness thusfar. None too demanding, nor too playful. Unless... [His eyes flick open, and he moves forward yet further, arching his back and resting a portion of his weight upon his knee, placed upon the sofa at Hades' side.] ...Unless you have never known what it is to truly be teased, Hades.
[Such an unimaginable thing. But is it too unimaginable? The thought of teasing the eminent Third Seat would likely be a none-too-common occurrence. Yet even behind that, Hades as Hades- how most knew him as the stern, solemn, and so very forthright mage, is not a figure that lends itself especially well to (gentle) torment.
That and...
Well. He couldn't exactly blame any prior individuals in this position for wanting to skip to the main event immediately. Impatience in the light of the sheer vision of a man before him could most certainly be understandable. Yet, even if their time together is not guaranteed to be uninterrupted for any period, he has no qualm being the exception. So as he leans further still, guiding Hades to lay down upon the sofa lengthways, and as he moves his (regrettably, still clothed) legs to either side of him, and as he looks down upon him, moving a single finger down the length of his chest;]
In the spirit of this rare learning experience, perhaps you should guess.
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[Yet the moment creativity dawns upon Hythlodaeus, Hades finds his space invaded, finds himself leaning backwards out of pure habit -- a gesture which anyone who didn't know better might misinterpret as submission. For indeed, some may think it a sight for sore eyes: Hades reclined there, his skin flushed, his eyes cast aside, and indeed the moment his true name follows such an amused realization, such sights are joined by a mutinous twitch of interest.]
[His brow furrows next -- as if on cue.]
Now hold on just a moment! Mayhap you'd best show by example before you go jumping to any hasty conclusions about my supposed inexperience. Though I will grant that, like as not, your definition of "teasing" is far from the ordinary.
[Despite himself, the lazy trail Hythlodaeus draws down the center of his torso conjures a shiver from him, gooseflesh rising on his arms. Yet it isn't so much the touch that has him so affected, but the way that Hythlodaeus has him boxed in, his legs straddling either side of his body, close enough that he sorely regrets not divesting him of the last of his clothing while he still had the chance. His hand yet remains where he left it, however, and Hades makes a point of sliding his palm up and down the length of him, his hand applying careful but firm pressure, just for a moment - just to make absolutely clear he is in no way scandalized by what they are about to do or whatever technique it is that Hythlodaeus deems so worthy of sharing.]
[He is not used to being the one on his back, but he does not find his current predicament disagreeable.]
Yet did you not say you were hardly a man of patience? Teaching me some manner of lesson sounds like a rather lengthy diversion if you ask me. And a great deal of trouble besides.
[His other hand rises, catching the ends of Hythlodaeus's hair between his fingers as he works his way up through the remnants of his braid, gently teasing it loose until it separates into soft, silky waves.]
That is my guess, by the way. Though if you would also like my professional opinion on the matter, you do not seem as if you require any more spirit.
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[He leans forward, his hand finding a place for itself flat against Hades' sternum. He has leaned back, yes. ...And yes. It is taken as submission. Such a powerful man in such an evocative position certainly has him affected, and that is not even taking into consideration the firm pressure of Hades' palm against him, nor the slow yet firm rhythm of its movement as it coaxes him.
His own hand presses, just faintly against Hades' chest as he leans in to touch his lips against Hades' own, his kiss fleeting, lasting only a moment- more his breath against Hades' lips than any actual touch.]
...Not for any matter. Even a matter of the gravest import, that demands the presence of the most esteemed Emet-Selch. So my patience, or lack of it, is neither here nor there. You are mine, and I shall not give you back until I have had my contentment of you.
[A jest, most certainly, given the fact that Hythlodaeus, alike all of their people, was very much of the mindset that their lives were lived for the sake of service. To their people, to their star. So surely he cannot be serious? His facial expression, his voice, the look in his eye, even his soul seems to be giving nothing away, and would Hades attempt to retake his lips, to force the fleeting touch of them into something more, far more, he would find that Hythlodaeus' hand prevents even an ilm being granted.]
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[Nor does he think (were it to come to just such an event) that Hythlodaeus would be able to trap him here. All it would take is a quick snap of his fingers, a spell soundly woven and executed, and then he would be gone...yet what point is there in saying so? Why ruin the game?]
[And so Hades chooses instead to watch him, his gaze searching as he schools his features to sternness, and then his fingers move as one to catch the side of his face. Hades does not force a kiss, but neither does he seem willing to allow a full-on retreat. And so he speaks unto the thin margin of air that separates their mouths.]
Have you now? Before this evening I would not have thought you capable of such a possessive streak. And yet here you are claiming me as your own before I have even been marked as yours.
[His eyes narrow then in challenge, his chin raised so that his chest too presses up into the heel of Hythlodaeus's hand.]
I do not think you seek mere contentment, for we have known contentment. Why beat around the proverbial juniper bush? 'Tis pleasure you desire from me. Satisfaction. Completion.
[He punctuates this last with the lightest of touches, just the edge of his index finger softly stroking the length of him in a way which may bring to mind Hythlodaeus's own teasing. Two can play this game.]
Though if I am incorrect, you are more than welcome to educate me on what you will allow - seeing as I am being barred from completing my sworn duty indefinitely.
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...To Hythlodaeus, it's precious, of course. Perhaps it is a matter of familiarity. How he knows this man almost as well as he knows himself- how he can read between (that very harsh) line and see that there is no malice behind his eyes. Perhaps it was familiarity- or perhaps it was simply a matter of there being something uniquely wrong with him and his fight or flight mechanism is entirely and completely amiss.
Regardless of the reason, it does not change the fact that he finds it precious. And he has no reservations about showing such- bringing the hand that does not restrict Hades' movement to the deepest crease of that line- the tip of his finger lightly stroking it. And oh, he cannot help it. If Hades thought he had a tendency to be smug, it is proved tenfold in his smile. ]
Truth be told, neither had I. Though you cannot say you were not warned- I believe I mentioned something regarding being at the end of my rope earlier.
[Smugness falls way to a small shudder, for the contrast between the pressure of Hades' heavy strokes and the delicate touch of his fingers is something sublime. Something that forces him to jolt his hips forward toward each descent of Hades' hand, and pin his bottom lip between his teeth in earnest effort to stop the shudder coursing up his spine.
Still. It would be remiss of him to not say something else. So.]
Completion? I should say it will be nigh unto an eternity before I consider our relationship complete, Hades.
[His smile comes again, even if his facial expression beneath it is uniquely fraught. A consequence of the other's attentions upon him, and what they're doing to him, of course.]
Saying that-
[A small moan comes at a particular downward stroke. It is something small, half-breathed rather than actually vocalized. But should Hades should feel somewhat proud to have elicited such from him, he would be right to.]
-Y-you have the right of it in regard to pleasure. And satisfaction. I would have those things of you tonight.
[Flustered as he is, he cannot turn down an open invitation. So. He gathers himself, and with his (slightly shaking) hands, slides them underneath Hades' thighs. ...Despite the more well-discussed parts of his anatomy freed, he is still mostly clothed. So. Should Hades be pliable enough to his touch, he would bend each leg at the knee and open them- allowing Hades' feet to find purchase upon the chair at his side as he does away with his trousers once and for all with a series of tugs- then draping his arms over Hades' shoulders, finally meeting his lips- as he moves his crotch against that of the other man's in a long, slow, grind.]
...In as many of your rooms as we can manage, should you feel up to it.
[His own invitation. Or perhaps a challenge?]
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[His eyes are so bright. Liquid pools trained on Hythlodaeus's face as the other man trembles from his touch, and at the pressure eagerly jutting back into his waiting hand.]
[Lovely.]
Indeed you did.
[Hades's voice is quiet and oddly reverent. Little more than a breath of air, truly. Oh, he has felt a great many things, and yet none of them quite like this.]
...And yet here you are speaking nonsense as if I will ever be rid of you. One should think you'd have realized you've become something of a permanent fixture, even before we agreed upon this... "relationship".
Honestly, Hythlodaeus. You know that isn't the sort of completion I was alluding to. While I do believe it would be far more prudent for me to allow you to discover for yourself what I truly meant, I would offer this reminder:
You are not the only one seeking his satisfaction tonight.
[His attentions grow more subdued, yet it isn't that Hades has suddenly become embarrassed. Instead, he works to loosen the other man's trousers, although he isn't quite able to finish before he is readjusted. Surprisingly, or perhaps not at all, Hades does not fight him on this. The breath he exhales is tenuous, yet he allows his legs to be shifted - and spread. In fact, he affords Hythlodaeus what is quite a glorious and unabridged view of his most intimate parts. Mayhap it is trust, or mayhap it is because he can sense that even Hythlodaeus too is flustered that he does not make an exaggerated show of it - that he holds his tongue and each of the sharp quips and grumbled observations he might otherwise imbue upon this moment.]
[As a result, he manages to look only the slightest bit uncomfortable as the last of his garments is removed and he is rendered bare before Hythlodaeus - as exposed as a newborn babe.]
[Fortunately, he is not left alone for long, and when those teasing lips are returned to him, Hades wastes little time in reclaiming them, gently tugging at the back of his neck to keep him there, though it hardly proves necessary.]
[A low groan sounds deep in Hades's throat, his hips rising off the chair to meet him. Hythlodaeus's podea is well-laundered, fortunately, and relatively soft. Elsewise he's not at all certain he'd be willing to tolerate the feel of Hythlodaeus's clothed form grinding against his assuredly naked one. He does not ask him to stop, however. The slow, meaningful pressure feels far too good.]
--If you'd prefer it with my cooperation, I'd suggest you finish your current task before you begin daydreaming about what's to come. "Should I feel up to it."
You will know when I do not. Elsewise you may save yourself the trouble and assume that I do.
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[How very verbose Hades is- and truly, he is not entirely used to it.
Sex prior to this moment was quite different in quite a fair number of ways. He had not quite experienced the act with any other person to be as much an exercise in conversation as it was in sensation. Nor- it would shame him to admit- that the sight of any other in Hades' position would elicit quite as much of a need within him as what he feels now. As well as the obvious- that in other experiences with other people, he'd half imagine himself coerced onto this back by now- being expected, likely due to appearance, to take a more passive, altogether far more boring role in what was to come.
And really. Having his allusions shattered in so very many different ways is very exciting. As Hades' hips rise upward- as friction blooms between each of their readiness- he cannot help but elicit a small, yet tellingly deep groan into the crook of the other man's shoulder and his ear- the sound deep enough, wanting enough, to have come from his very soul and not a simple exhale of air.
He rolls his hips back before they move forward once again, seeking yet more of the same glorious sensation. And breathily:]
...For the time being, would you be a dear?
[He is referring, of course, to procuring adequate lubrication. An act which, a hasty limp throughout this apartment for him, is as simple as a snap of the fingers for the sorcerer.]
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[Hades grouses, though in his words there is also something akin to agreement. Sexual intercourse, in all of the times up until this moment, had been quite different. Sweet, yes, but regimented, predictable, and at times painfully dull. Often his partners would content themselves with leaving matters in his own (quite capable - as he was unanimously assured) hands. Rare that anyone grew playful with him during the act and rarer still to hear anything more than impassioned utterances. He cannot even recall the last time in which someone else willingly set the tone and the pace of their own private affair.]
[To find himself, even slightly, at Hythlodaeus's mercy is actually rather exciting. To hear his voice deepen, breathless and wanting - even moreso. Hades's lips skim the delicate flesh of Hythlodaeus's throat, catching at the underside of the man's jaw as he retreats, readjusts, and returns once more. Hades rises again, allowing the length of him to press up into the roll of those hips, chasing the same charged energy that flooded him before - all the while keeping up his end of the conversation as best he can. Hades may not be entirely breathless - yet 'tis clear he is at least slightly winded, his ears and neck, and even part of his chest still the slightlest bit pink.]
...I can assure you I am nothing of the sort. Yet given you have asked nicely, I suppose I'd be willing to humor your request. ...even if being anything else seems the more compelling option.
[True to his word, Hades frees an arm long enough to bring his fingers together into a crisp, clean SNAP! However, the result is perhaps not what Hythlodaeus had expected. When the aether has settled, Hythlodaeus will find that the last remnants of his trousers and the rest of his clothes have dissipated much like the shadow cloak from earlier, leaving him just as immodest as Hades is beneath him.]
[Yet the lubrication is not forgotten either. 'Tis a matter which had taken Hades a moment or three in which to reach a decision, yet if Hythlodaeus were to look carefully, he would find a tiny, unadorned bottle clutched between the two fingers responsible for weaving the magicks in the first place. The bottle is made of clear glass with an equally colorless substance inside - a humble offering, truly, though one of Hades's own concoction. Not...that Hythlodaeus need know that.]