The abrupt change takes him completely by surprise. He whimpers against Hythlodaeus' mouth and scrabbles for purchase against the bed as the thrusts come hard and fast, while the other man's hand milks his swollen cock for all its worth. Harder. Faster. He kisses back with a feverish passion he never knew he possessed, plying teeth and tongue in a messy clash to assert what little dominance he still can.

But it's too much all at once.

One last stroke proves the tipping point. Hades convulses with a cry and bucks upwards as relentless waves of unadulterated pleasure wash over him. His seed spills across their stomachs and Hythlodaeus' hand, pulsing, it seems, with the rapid beat of his heart. His hips continue to rock until the orgasm finally subsides, whereupon he slumps bonelessly upon the bed, panting. He feels weak - as though he has run several malms without rest. The last time he'd felt this way had been after that rigorous mating session with Felih.

Curse this prison of flesh, he thinks as he drapes an arm around Hythlodaeus' shoulders, gently stroking his lover's hair. How else to convey the depth of his affection but through these paltry gestures?

"'Daeus," he murmurs faintly, kissing him gently on the outer shell of his ear. "I missed you."