A small, disappointed sound worms its way past his lips when Hythlodaeus draws away. He allows himself a moment to relax, panting, watching his friend through half-lidded eyes as they prepare themselves.

He can't help but chuckle quietly at his friend's fumbling, sitting up a little to help him open the packet. Oily fingers do not make for the best purchase upon foil wrapping. Once they have it open, he brushes a kiss against Hythlodaeus' mouth and lies back down, attempting a reassuring smile to allay some of his lover's apprehension.

Soon enough, a blunt head is pressing at his rear. He draws his knees up again and shifts as it pushes in, stretching him, filling him, and then finally coming to rest. Hades breathes in deep and crosses his ankles behind Hythlodaeus' back, nudging him as far in as is possible. There are no words to describe the quiet bliss he feels. This is right. It feels right.

Reaching up, he takes his friend's hand and interlaces their fingers, using it as leverage to draw them down so he can gently kiss them.

"Everything," he whispers, as though he knows what unspoken question is lingering on Hythlodaeus' tongue. "I would have everything you are willing to give and more." In case the other man needs encouragement, he takes the initiative of rolling his hips upward to ease them into the motion.