Hythlodaeus chuckles, unable to help his smug smirk, and briefly runs his fingers through Hades's hair again, then slips them down to press a finger to the other's lips.
"Oh, you've done quite well, Hades. You can wait just another minute, can you not? And there is but one more thing..." With that same smile Hythlodaeus takes his friend's hands, entwining their fingers tenderly... to guide the other's hands up, as though tied above his head. "Hands up here. And do keep them there, my dear."
Letting go of his hands, Hythlodaeus sits back, looking Hades over with an unabashedly smug and self-satisfied, almost giddy smile. But that is indeed the last thing he would demand of his lover before they can go on, and after taking those few moments of appreciation he finally moves off Hades's lap, sitting down on the edge of the bed to finally undo and slip off his own pants and underwear. He takes the bottle of lube as well... but instead of doing anything more forward when he returns he settles down by Hades's side, squeezing a little bit of lube onto his hand before stretching out by his side, propping himself up on an elbow and finally - finally - resting his fingers on Hades's cock, though the touch is still teasingly light.
"Now, what was it... A single stroke, yes?"
And with that he squeezes a little tighter, gliding his hand up and down - the aforementioned single time. He watches Hades's reaction with a shameless grin, clearly looking forward to having him beg more.
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"Oh, you've done quite well, Hades. You can wait just another minute, can you not? And there is but one more thing..." With that same smile Hythlodaeus takes his friend's hands, entwining their fingers tenderly... to guide the other's hands up, as though tied above his head. "Hands up here. And do keep them there, my dear."
Letting go of his hands, Hythlodaeus sits back, looking Hades over with an unabashedly smug and self-satisfied, almost giddy smile. But that is indeed the last thing he would demand of his lover before they can go on, and after taking those few moments of appreciation he finally moves off Hades's lap, sitting down on the edge of the bed to finally undo and slip off his own pants and underwear. He takes the bottle of lube as well... but instead of doing anything more forward when he returns he settles down by Hades's side, squeezing a little bit of lube onto his hand before stretching out by his side, propping himself up on an elbow and finally - finally - resting his fingers on Hades's cock, though the touch is still teasingly light.
"Now, what was it... A single stroke, yes?"
And with that he squeezes a little tighter, gliding his hand up and down - the aforementioned single time. He watches Hades's reaction with a shameless grin, clearly looking forward to having him beg more.