It's a heady, giddy sensation to realise his friend is as putty in his hands. In his memories, Hythlodaeus had ever been the smug victor of their exchanges, and he, reluctantly seceding. His friend's uninhibited moans spur him to suck harder, lightly dragging his teeth over their cock before his lips run back over to soothe it.

He can't speak like this. If he could, he would urge his friend to give in, to release, let everything wash over like high tide on the shore.

Groaning quietly, he ruts a little against the mattress himself. I want him. By the stars, do I want him. 'Daeus...

He's prepared for when Hythlodaeus hits his peak. It's just a matter of pushing the other man there.