It seems that the reality of the situation is only just fully dawning on Hythlodaeus, especially when Hades's hands move to his belt. Hythlodaeus raises himself up on his elbows, eyes darting between his own half-naked form--oh heavens, his pants are undone, he barely had the time to notice--Hades's bare chest, his friend's dangerously confident smirk. He stares at the other man, wide-eyed, face growing redder by the moment, then hurriedly looks away - as though that would help with his embarrassment and, ah, growing excitement.

"W-Well now, Hades, who's the one not embarrassed to say such things now?"

Try as he might, though, Hythlodaeus can't deny that he's certainly on the losing side right now, as evidenced by Hades's smug expression - and, refusing to simply look at it, Hythlodaeus quickly raises himself further and grabs his friend by the shoulders to drag him into another kiss, desperate and still a little amateurish, but certainly not lacking in passion. He tangles one hand in Hades's hair, the other arm winding around the man's waist as Hythlodaeus lowers himself back onto the bed, pulling Hades on top of him.