He leans forward subconsciously, eyes locked on to Hythlodaeus' own, desperate for a kiss, a touch - anything. It is embarrassing to realise how much he relies on tactile sensation, so much so that, much to his chagrin, the lack of it can be used against him now.
Taking a deep breath, he exhales and pictures his lover in control of everything about him: Hythlodaeus' knowing smile, the teasing caresses which are never quite enough, the all-too-sweet pain of being forced to hold himself back, and perhaps even the firm hand which denies his own attempt to climax. What depraved things would he be driven to do simply to feel that moment of bliss...?
On the other hand, being taken and driven to climax. Again, and again, and again. He knows his limits - after the third or fourth time he would not be able to resist Hythlodaeus. He would beg for the other man to stop even as his body continued to helplessly spend itself in ecstasy. That sensation he knows well thanks to his time in the other city and it would be quite something to feel it with his old friend.
He shudders again, ducking his head. "I... I would not mind either. There will be other nights, after all - nights where you can take me however many ways or times you wish. You know I would never refuse one of your overtures."
Raising himself a little on his knees, he gently rests his hand on Hythlodaeus' arm and kisses the hand his friend has curled before their mouth. "Does that answer satisfy?" he murmurs. "I ache for you. You promised..."
but they're doubly effective when he deliberately misbehaves ;)
Taking a deep breath, he exhales and pictures his lover in control of everything about him: Hythlodaeus' knowing smile, the teasing caresses which are never quite enough, the all-too-sweet pain of being forced to hold himself back, and perhaps even the firm hand which denies his own attempt to climax. What depraved things would he be driven to do simply to feel that moment of bliss...?
On the other hand, being taken and driven to climax. Again, and again, and again. He knows his limits - after the third or fourth time he would not be able to resist Hythlodaeus. He would beg for the other man to stop even as his body continued to helplessly spend itself in ecstasy. That sensation he knows well thanks to his time in the other city and it would be quite something to feel it with his old friend.
He shudders again, ducking his head. "I... I would not mind either. There will be other nights, after all - nights where you can take me however many ways or times you wish. You know I would never refuse one of your overtures."
Raising himself a little on his knees, he gently rests his hand on Hythlodaeus' arm and kisses the hand his friend has curled before their mouth. "Does that answer satisfy?" he murmurs. "I ache for you. You promised..."