He keeps his eyes on Hades the whole time, unable to look away, drinking in his every blush, his every little movement - and when Hades finally looks at him, Hythlodaeus's eyes are full of hunger, one that perhaps goes beyond merely physical lust.
Wordlessly, he draws Hades closer, making him press flush against Hythlodaeus's own body, and leans in to capture his lips in a kiss, slow and deep. There are other things he wants to do, of course, but right now he needs this contact, some outlet for his affection and desire. And when they finally part Hythlodaeus doesn't quite relent, dotting kisses along the line of his jaw and up to the ear, winding one hand into Hades's hair to keep him in place as he nips at his earlobe before finally replying.
"Well, Agesandros... I want to know what you want, so that I can decide whether to give it to you," Hythlodaeus murmurs, a hint - well, more than a hint - of smug possessiveness in his voice. He still keeps a tight hold on Hades's head, too, leaning a little lower to brush his lips against his lover's neck. "You have learnt much in that city, have you not? 'Tis quite unfair to keep it from me. The things that make your heart race, that make your head spin, that make you forget yourself utterly... I would have them all at my disposal."
There's a slight curl in his tone at that last part - a playful threat that isn't a threat at all, but a declaration of his right to be able to completely overwhelm Hades.
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Wordlessly, he draws Hades closer, making him press flush against Hythlodaeus's own body, and leans in to capture his lips in a kiss, slow and deep. There are other things he wants to do, of course, but right now he needs this contact, some outlet for his affection and desire. And when they finally part Hythlodaeus doesn't quite relent, dotting kisses along the line of his jaw and up to the ear, winding one hand into Hades's hair to keep him in place as he nips at his earlobe before finally replying.
"Well, Agesandros... I want to know what you want, so that I can decide whether to give it to you," Hythlodaeus murmurs, a hint - well, more than a hint - of smug possessiveness in his voice. He still keeps a tight hold on Hades's head, too, leaning a little lower to brush his lips against his lover's neck. "You have learnt much in that city, have you not? 'Tis quite unfair to keep it from me. The things that make your heart race, that make your head spin, that make you forget yourself utterly... I would have them all at my disposal."
There's a slight curl in his tone at that last part - a playful threat that isn't a threat at all, but a declaration of his right to be able to completely overwhelm Hades.