It's so much, all of it, and between the overwhelming excitement of the first time, the intoxicatingly sweet vulnerability of giving in and the sheer physical pleasure Hythlodaeus quickly abandons all attempts at saving face. If he's already lost to his friend, he might as well enjoy it...
Hythlodaeus grows unabashedly vocal, loud moans interspersed with excited gasps every time Hades tries something new or is a little firmer in his attention. He writhes on the bed, letting the carefree pleasure build up within him - indeed, why hold back? He'll have more than enough chance to get back at Hades later, and he certainly could use this to start learning what kind of thing his friend likes.
"Mmm-- Aah, Hades--Agesandros--"
Hythlodaeus arches again, panting, biting at his lip and wondering whether his partner enjoys him like this, shameless and overwhelmed, whether it's enough to not only spark, but flame desire within Hades as well. For his friend to want him... what an utterly sweet thought, especially if Hythlodaeus could make him work for it. Yes, how good it would be...
His breath comes ever shorter, caught between the fantasy and Hades's relentless rhythm, Hythlodaeus's hips moving in time with it. It's amazing, really, the way the pleasure both makes him want to scream and leaves him utterly breathless. He's so close to the edge--
"'S-Sandros... please--"
Hythlodaeus isn't certain where the pleading came from - other than his own burning need - but such a declaration of giving in is more than enough to push him over that edge. He throws his head back, a hand raised to his mouth helplessly as he spills, body wracked with pleasure and voice raised in a moan that dissolves into whimpering gasps before he finally stills, gulping air and shivering. His head is spinning, and he's not certain whether he can even raise himself up, to look at what he's done to Hades.
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Hythlodaeus grows unabashedly vocal, loud moans interspersed with excited gasps every time Hades tries something new or is a little firmer in his attention. He writhes on the bed, letting the carefree pleasure build up within him - indeed, why hold back? He'll have more than enough chance to get back at Hades later, and he certainly could use this to start learning what kind of thing his friend likes.
"Mmm-- Aah, Hades--Agesandros--"
Hythlodaeus arches again, panting, biting at his lip and wondering whether his partner enjoys him like this, shameless and overwhelmed, whether it's enough to not only spark, but flame desire within Hades as well. For his friend to want him... what an utterly sweet thought, especially if Hythlodaeus could make him work for it. Yes, how good it would be...
His breath comes ever shorter, caught between the fantasy and Hades's relentless rhythm, Hythlodaeus's hips moving in time with it. It's amazing, really, the way the pleasure both makes him want to scream and leaves him utterly breathless. He's so close to the edge--
"'S-Sandros... please--"
Hythlodaeus isn't certain where the pleading came from - other than his own burning need - but such a declaration of giving in is more than enough to push him over that edge. He throws his head back, a hand raised to his mouth helplessly as he spills, body wracked with pleasure and voice raised in a moan that dissolves into whimpering gasps before he finally stills, gulping air and shivering. His head is spinning, and he's not certain whether he can even raise himself up, to look at what he's done to Hades.