As Hythlodaeus may find gleeful to hear, Hades voices a small, indignant sound. How dare you outwit him, friend. Now his choices are to correct Hyth, or to take the kiss he wants himself.
He opts for the latter, tugging his friend down to capture their lips with his. It's an insistent, bold sort of kiss, reflecting Hades' forceful personality. Once he's satisfied, he leans back and sits a little more upright, licking his lips as he holds Hythlodaeus' gaze.
"None of that cheek," he says, glint in his eye, corner of his mouth hooked upwards into a faint smirk. "If I ask for a kiss, I expect a proper one."
Having had far more time to accustom himself to the arts of seduction, he shares none of Hythlodaeus' nerves. In private, it will be indeed far harder to unsettle him.
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He opts for the latter, tugging his friend down to capture their lips with his. It's an insistent, bold sort of kiss, reflecting Hades' forceful personality. Once he's satisfied, he leans back and sits a little more upright, licking his lips as he holds Hythlodaeus' gaze.
"None of that cheek," he says, glint in his eye, corner of his mouth hooked upwards into a faint smirk. "If I ask for a kiss, I expect a proper one."
Having had far more time to accustom himself to the arts of seduction, he shares none of Hythlodaeus' nerves. In private, it will be indeed far harder to unsettle him.