Again Hythlodaeus's desire is betrayed not just by the hunger in his eyes, but by the way he swallows as Hades straddles his lap, the tightness of his grip as he takes hold of Hades's hips. He takes a few long moments to appreciate the sight of his lover, the well-developed muscles of his bulkier (if shorter) frame, the flush in his cheeks, the vulnerability in his eyes and his posture.

"How could I not?" He murmurs in response, a faint smile on his face but his eyes dark with desire. And yet as much as he wants to take, it's proving quite exciting to make Hades give.

"Kiss me." Though perhaps normally a request, it's an order this time, Hythlodaeus not even leaning in to make it easier - yet another way to establish his dominance.