The answer is non-verbal this time as Hythlodaeus draws in a sharp breath and then nips, practically bites at Hades's neck, his lips working the skin as he digs a hand into Hades's hair to keep him in place. He's imagined that, alright, and he's certainly imagining it now, judging by the rougher way he ruts against the other man in response, his other hand sliding down from Hades's hip to cup his ass and grip it. nice

It actually takes Hythlodaeus some conscious effort before he manages to make himself let go of his friend's neck, kissing briefly at the mark he left, then nipping at his earlobe impatiently--no, no, focus, blast it.

"I'm starting to think we may have left the bedroom a little too early."