Hythlodaeus gives a soft, pleased noise at both the words and the way Hades shifts, so much more open with his desire now. He does want to have his friend, all of him, as close as they can be here in this pale world... and he has a feeling that the slow kind of thoroughness is called for here, even if it means that he'll have to pace himself. But it will be worth it, Hythlodaeus knows.

"And you shall have me, Agesandros," he murmurs, tracing his fingers down Hades's cheek, along his jaw. "Myself and everything I have, I shall give you. But first... allow me to learn the man I love all anew."

He shifts their positions, straddling Hades's waist, unabashed about his erection, and frames his friend's face in his hands, fingers trailing through his hair fondly, eyes locked to eyes.

"Winter skies to winter sun... Though you are different, you are no less stunning, my Agesandros."

With that Hythlodaeus bends down to kiss his friend again - not deep but very gentle and affectionate, a small prelude to what's to come.