Those little noises, the way Hades clings to him, the tension of his body in Hythlodaeus's arms - all those things feel like they're getting him drunk faster than any kind of alcohol could. Hythlodaeus presses even closer against Hades as though annoyed that there's still the distance of flesh between them, slides a knee between his lover's legs. He's starting to run out of breath, but rather than make him relent it only prompts Hythlodaeus to be rougher, hungrier with the kiss - and when he's finally forced to break it to get some air it only lasts a couple of moments before he tips Hades's head back slightly, busying himself with nipping and sucking at his lower lip. As if he means to truly have every last bit of his bonded, the taste and scent and feel of him, his every reaction.