Allowing himself a shadow of a smile, he leans back up to kiss his partner's cheek. There's unmistakeable fondness in his tone as he replies:
"If I had fired you, you would simply make a nuisance of yourself elsewhere. Then who would have the authority to censure you?"
Once the vest is undone, he shrugs it off and drops it carelessly over the side of the bed. While Hythlodaeus works on his shirt, Hades' fingers delicately trace over the contours of his friend's chest. It isn't terribly well-defined; they had not had any need for martial prowess back in those days. But it is his first time seeing it in this context and he commits it to memory as the cold raises goosebumps along his skin.
"...You fool of a man," he says, but it sounds more like affection than chastisement.
Leaning back down, he kisses the other man properly. Gods above, there is so much lost time to make up for. Hythlodaeus is in his bed and he cannot decide how to have his friend. Nothing outrageous to start with, he thinks, but something to leave an impression...
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"If I had fired you, you would simply make a nuisance of yourself elsewhere. Then who would have the authority to censure you?"
Once the vest is undone, he shrugs it off and drops it carelessly over the side of the bed. While Hythlodaeus works on his shirt, Hades' fingers delicately trace over the contours of his friend's chest. It isn't terribly well-defined; they had not had any need for martial prowess back in those days. But it is his first time seeing it in this context and he commits it to memory as the cold raises goosebumps along his skin.
"...You fool of a man," he says, but it sounds more like affection than chastisement.
Leaning back down, he kisses the other man properly. Gods above, there is so much lost time to make up for. Hythlodaeus is in his bed and he cannot decide how to have his friend. Nothing outrageous to start with, he thinks, but something to leave an impression...