He kisses back with just as much ardour, if not more, deaf to the quiet whimper he makes when Hythlodaeus finally draws away. He runs a tongue over his lips, panting quietly, a lustful glaze in his darkened eyes. His desire could not be more plain even to those with less keen eyes.

"'Daeus..." he murmurs back.

The anticipation only grows when his friend moves away to apply lubricant to his fingers. Hades draws his knees up, cheeks growing warm at his own brazenness. But he doesn't falter. He wants this. He wants it more than he can express in words. If his soul could speak, it would have long since drawn Hythlodaeus' in and merged with it. Such pleasure is one he had dared not fully take back in that other city, lest he absorb and consume the shards from sheer density of his own.

He sucks in a sharp breath when the first finger breaches him and spreads a little wider. It doesn't escape him the way his friend and lover eyes him, and especially his turgid length. If it were anyone else, he might be embarrassed to have such a clear sign of his arousal ogled. But it's Hythlodaeus: neither of them have anything shameful to hide from the other. At least, not about their bodies.

"Ah...!"

A violent twitch greets the hand which wraps around his cock. His hands scrabble for purchase on the sheets. His hips thrust upwards and he trembles, gasping. Gods above, yes. Yes.