Heat rushes downwards, flowing quicker than the lazy slide of Hythlodaeus' hand down his lithe frame. If the other man is toying with him again, he swears by the gods he WILL bend his friend over the sink and fuck him speechless.

Hades closes his eyes, takes a few unsteady breaths, and then opens them again. He lifts a hand and touches Hythlodaeus' cheek, other arm drawing their bodies flush together. And then he boldly arches against his friend, gasping softly as his cock drags against their thigh.

"You tell me what I desire, 'Daeus," he says huskily. "Or must I have my body speak louder?"