Hythlodaeus's self-control is, in fact, a lot more fragile than he manages to make it seem - and that voiceless plea is enough to break it down. There's a brief moment as Hythlodaeus sucks in a shuddering breath, feeling his resolve crumble under his own desire and wild affection - and then he dives down to kiss Hades again, hungry and not very careful, because he has precious little presence of mind left to be careful. He untangles his hand from Hades's grasp to instead wrap it around the man's cock to jerk him off mercilessly as he fucks him in earnest - much like in everything else, it appears that in bed, too, Hythlodaeus prefers to first drag it out, enjoying his influence under guise of compliance, leading his opponent on a metaphorical chase, and then flip the tables on them.

But here the tradeoff is so much more powerful than it would be in debate, and it's a brief time indeed before Hythlodaeus gasps out helplessly, his eyes sliding shut, moans out his lover's name - again, and again, - and grabs onto him desperately, rocking his full length inside Hades as the wave of pleasure washes over him, carrying away everything, a flood of searing fire through his mind. His hips move reflexively for a brief while more before he finally stills, gulping air against Hades's neck in half-sobs, tears in the corners of his eyes - another proof of just how far it took him.

Some time passes, and Hythlodaeus has no idea whether it's short or not, before he finally feels in control of his body again, incredibly weak though it is. He's not certain he can move yet, even though the rational part of his mind says that he probably should, if only so they can lie down more comfortably - but he has a feeling he's not moving anywhere, at least not until the trembling in his limbs dies down. He exhales a quiet breath, warm air against Hades's skin, nuzzles into his neck weakly as he allows himself to simply bask in the utter bliss of the afterglow.

"Hades..."