Hythlodaeus tries to keep his own thoughts on track, but it gets harder by the moment - it's so maddeningly sweet to hear Hades call his name like that, feel him throb in his mouth, twitch under his hand. This level of intimacy, the intensity of it almost makes up for their lack of soul contact. It will never be the same, of course, but maybe, just maybe, it's possible to get close enough...
One of the things primarily occupying Hythlodaeus's mind, however, is his own burning, growing need - and, with great effort, he finally makes himself let go of Hades, withdrawing both his fingers and his lips. He looks up at his lover, chest heaving as he tries to get his breath back, shivering with desire. He's not sure he can even think anymore, as such, and that's another drawback of being reduced to only physical affection, the sheer amount of effort needed to coordinate one's actions.
Hythlodaeus runs a hand down his face, exhaling a shaky breath as he tries to get himself under control. If this had been at an earlier stage, he likely would have asked what Hades wanted him to do next--but right now Hythlodaeus is more than certain neither of them could really be bothered to articulate anything. So he slowly pulls himself up, sitting up with some effort, fumbles around for the condom, barely manages to open the package with trembling fingers. A thought occurs at the back of his mind that for the next time they really should prepare in advance to avoid these awkward if minute delays.
Putting it on is a bit of an effort, too, and Hythlodaeus bites at his lip as he slides his hand down himself, so sensitive he is at that point. He applies a generous amount of lubricant, too - he isn't willing to risk any level of discomfort for his lover. And as he looks up at Hades he can't help his heart skipping a beat at how wonderful he looks, so open and flushed and vulnerable and eager, all at once. If only there were words, anything to express how it makes him feel, from protectiveness to adoration to the deepest devotion, a kind of love that can only be felt, not explained.
"Hades..."
Hythlodaeus manages to murmur the name as he positions himself, his tip pressing against the entrance. He's still trying to take it a little slow, to avoid overwhelming them both too quickly, despite how much he longs for much, much closer contact. His eyes are locked to Hades's, searching his face for any clue or sign of discomfort as he slowly presses in, giving them both time to adjust.
"A-aah..."
Yet even at a slower pace it's so much, that feeling of heat and tightness around him, knowing he's inside Hades, - it feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest. His breath comes shorter, shakier as he keeps going in, wondering how much of him his lover is willing to take.
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One of the things primarily occupying Hythlodaeus's mind, however, is his own burning, growing need - and, with great effort, he finally makes himself let go of Hades, withdrawing both his fingers and his lips. He looks up at his lover, chest heaving as he tries to get his breath back, shivering with desire. He's not sure he can even think anymore, as such, and that's another drawback of being reduced to only physical affection, the sheer amount of effort needed to coordinate one's actions.
Hythlodaeus runs a hand down his face, exhaling a shaky breath as he tries to get himself under control. If this had been at an earlier stage, he likely would have asked what Hades wanted him to do next--but right now Hythlodaeus is more than certain neither of them could really be bothered to articulate anything. So he slowly pulls himself up, sitting up with some effort, fumbles around for the condom, barely manages to open the package with trembling fingers. A thought occurs at the back of his mind that for the next time they really should prepare in advance to avoid these awkward if minute delays.
Putting it on is a bit of an effort, too, and Hythlodaeus bites at his lip as he slides his hand down himself, so sensitive he is at that point. He applies a generous amount of lubricant, too - he isn't willing to risk any level of discomfort for his lover. And as he looks up at Hades he can't help his heart skipping a beat at how wonderful he looks, so open and flushed and vulnerable and eager, all at once. If only there were words, anything to express how it makes him feel, from protectiveness to adoration to the deepest devotion, a kind of love that can only be felt, not explained.
"Hades..."
Hythlodaeus manages to murmur the name as he positions himself, his tip pressing against the entrance. He's still trying to take it a little slow, to avoid overwhelming them both too quickly, despite how much he longs for much, much closer contact. His eyes are locked to Hades's, searching his face for any clue or sign of discomfort as he slowly presses in, giving them both time to adjust.
"A-aah..."
Yet even at a slower pace it's so much, that feeling of heat and tightness around him, knowing he's inside Hades, - it feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest. His breath comes shorter, shakier as he keeps going in, wondering how much of him his lover is willing to take.