Hythlodaeus welcomes all and any touch Hades gives him right now: his affection burns too brightly for anything to be really uncomfortable. He threads his fingers through the streak of white hair gently, lovingly.

"'Tis a beautiful contrast, Hades. Intentional or not, I see more of you in this body than you may know."

He bends down to kiss his friend's neck, tender at first, then increasingly more passionate as he lets warmth and desire build up within himself, taking in Hades's scent, tasting his skin under his lips. Slowly, Hythlodaeus lets his hands trail down the other man's frame - curious, exploratory touch, likewise busy with figuring out what Hades likes. A light, almost feathery touch along the clavicle, then down Hades's chest, palming at the soft muscle, brushing his fingers lightly over the nipples.

"Hades..."

Hythlodaeus whispers the name into his friend's ear, a warm huff of breath against it, before nipping at his earlobe experimentally.