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He's caught off-guard by the gesture, freezing for a split second before he relaxes. Here, he doesn't have to care who may be watching. So he closes his eyes and leans in, stomach fluttering with renewed warmth.

He smiles happily against Hades's lips at the return of the gesture before kissing him again. He doesn't deepen it, instead content to focus on being affectionate, pressing several kisses to his friend's lips, to the corners of his mouth, to his cheeks. He draws back a little after that, still holding him close.

"Is that enough to remind you I love you yet? Or is there more I must needs do?"

He sucks in a short breath and looks aside. "I...never doubted that you did. Only that you would change your mind once you saw that I no longer matched whatever fanciful image of me you had in your head."

After a few beats, he meets his friend's eyes again. "I meant it, you know. I would take you to bed if you were ever willing."

He was going to offer an answer, up until that addition. Hythlodaeus colours instantly, staring at his friend in mute shock and embarrassment. That... That is sure a transition of topic. To give Hades his due it's not irrelevant, but it certainly is a very different angle to the situation.

It takes him a while to compose himself enough to be able to speak again. He exhales slowly, gives his friend a half-flustered, half-amused smile.

"Did you pick up the habit of such... rapid changes of subject from me? 'Tis quite disorienting to hear it from you."

Hythlodaeus's expression grows a little more serious, however, almost wistful as he gently combs through a lock of Hades's hair.

"And I believe you should already know the answer to the conditional. But what you should also know is that 'tis not sharing a bed with you that I wished for." Another sigh as he draws back slightly. "'Twas why I felt so hurt. For centuries upon centuries I knew that you only saw me as a friend, and to be offered mere physical connection over that... well. I think I needn't elaborate."

He stares at Hythlodaeus with confusion writ clear upon his face. If coupling is not what his friend wants then what...?

He hesitates. "You mean to say that...you would have liked us to become as one?"

It's the only other possibility which comes to mind.

Well, that is clearly even more embarrassing, because Hythlodaeus leans back, crossing his arms as if to hug himself, face red. How in the world can Hades be so sharp and yet so patently stupid at the same time, he'll never know.

"I... 'twould be a lie if I said I did not think of that." And the thought is horribly tempting, almost intoxicating, even now. He can't help feeling a pang of regret at the fact they are both stripped of the abilities that would let them do that.

No, focus, that's not going to be of any help here. Hythlodaeus takes a deep breath, trying to stable himself, then reaches out to take one of Hades's hands in both of his own. If his friend is that blind, well. He'll just have to be extra clear.

"What I mean to say is that I was--and still am--in love with you, although I would say that the love I feel for you is rather greater than mere eros. I wanted, and still do, to be your lover and partner for however long the stars would give us. To stay by your side for all of our lives. Must I elaborate further?"

He's trying very hard not to underestimate just how stupid his friend can be at times.

The words clearly tick over very slowly in Hades' mind. There is a protracted silence, during which his expression undergoes several interesting changes as Hythlodaeus' intent sinks in.

"Y-You mean to say--" Hades would honestly have continued to deny it outright if they hadn't just gone on a date. His cheeks are just as red as his friend's, if not more. "That is-- For the rest of...? I..."

For once, the words don't come fluently to him. He feels wretched. Deep longing wars with self-loathing. Does he deserve this happiness?

Internally, Hythlodaeus breathes out a sigh of relief. He was worried about whether or not clear-cut words would be enough to get the point across. He takes Hades's hand, sitting down on the bed and pulling his friend down to sit next to him.

"I did begin to wonder whether or not I would have to ask you if you remember what an eternal bond is. But... yes."

Hythlodaeus stays quiet for a short while, looking at nothing, curiously at peace even if his face is still pretty flushed.

"...Of course, I would have preferred to ask in a different setting, and not nearly so quickly. But I do wish to stay with you for as long as I can, Hades. And if the time we may have here is like to be brief... then mayhaps 'tis all the more fitting that you know as soon as possible."

He sighs, a smile finding its way back on his features.

"All that said, there is your explanation for why I reacted the way I did. As I imagine you would, had Azem suddenly offered you a place in their bed with no prior indication they may feel aught other than companionship towards you."

He flicks a lock of Hades's hair jokingly. Do you get it yet, you senile old man.

He looks away quickly, lips pressed together tightly. Azem - or rather, the Warriors - had, in fact, done something just like that, and he had assumed they simply wanted carnal fulfilment. So he understands very well.

"I apologise," he says, lips barely moving. "I have lived amongst the mortal races for so long that I must have adopted some of their...behaviours. But even so - an eternal bond? You would go that far...?"

Hythlodaeus hums thoughtfully, then wraps an arm around Hades's shoulder, making his friend lean onto him.

"I hold no grudge towards you, you old fool. I believe we've already more than made up for the misunderstanding," he adds with a smile. "But... yes. I would."

He slowly rubs Hades's shoulder with his fingers, gathering his thoughts together.

"Despite what you may think, I am not a fool, Hades. I am not blind to how much you despise your own deeds, and even if I wanted to I could not deny that they sound horrifying. But... whatever they turn out to be, we shall have to stay together, do you understand? For the sake of our world. You fear that I would run or hate you, but we both know that the fate of our people comes first, whatever we may feel. So I won't run, do you understand? All that you've done, good or evil, I would face. Face and judge you, yes, but not reject you. And if I am to have the resolve to do that, then I would ask of you to have the resolve to face my judgement without hiding."

He falls in towards Hythlodaeus. Though their disparate heights is a small irritant, it's a comfort now to be able to lean in and rest his head upon someone else's shoulder. His fingers curl into Hythlodaeus' sleeve, gripping tight. He almost feels like crying again.

After aeons alone, aeons fearing judgement, it feels too good to be true. It's not forgiveness (something he neither wants nor expects) but it is a level of kindness the world seems to have forgotten.

"...Very well," he says quietly. "I will not run from your judgement, whatever it may be. Even should the stars themselves fade, I will remain by your side. We shall tread the same paths, share in the same fate, and work to restore our world together."

His exhale is maybe a bit too shaky as he wraps his other arm around Hades as well, resting his cheek on his friend's head - half an embrace, but somehow almost overwhelming in its feeling of vulnerability. Usually words come quite easily to Hythlodaeus, but this time all he can do is simply stay like that, soaking up the comfort and intimacy of the contact. Eventually, his hand finds Hades's, lacing their fingers together.

"A silly thing to say when it has been but a week, yet... I missed you, my friend. A new and scary thing it was to have that divide between us. But I do wish to bridge it and walk with you again."

It feels like a hard lump has lodged in his throat. He swallows, gripping Hythlodaeus' hand in return.

"And I, you," he admits. "It has been far longer than a week for me, as you know. I... I still cannot quite believe you are here. I had resigned myself to dying alone with naught but a fading memory of who we once were entrusted to the mortals who washed up with us here."

Turning his face inwards, he breathes deep of his friend's scent. Old yet nostalgic, with a hint of modern soap thanks to the amenities here. Scent is difficult to forget. "There is much and more we have to speak about," he continues in a more muted tone. "Though I am more than willing to forge a bond with you, shall we continue these 'dates' in the meantime and reacquaint ourselves?"

It's a very strange, frustrating and wretched thing to have their mastery over aether curbed like this here. Instinctively, Hythlodaeus tries to reach out with his soul to brush against his friend's, to convey and express all that he feels - the fierce care, the grief and sadness at the fate Hades has been forced to endure, affection and protectiveness and vulnerability, all in one. But he can't, and it feels as though a limb had been taken away - while the mind remembers how to move it, there's no longer anything to be moved, and frustration mixed with panic fills his mind.

Hythlodaeus squeezes Hades's hand stubbornly, trying to chase away the unpleasant thoughts, and combs his other hand through his friend's hair gently. If touch and words is all he is reduced to now, he may as well make full use for it.

"Only if you promise not to throw me into, over or out of things on each one. While I appreciate your new mischievous side, I appreciate being warm more," he answers with a huff of laughter.

Though Hades is unaware of Hythlodaeus internal frustration, he closes his eyes and shifts to make himself more comfortable against his friend's side. It is enough.

"No? Not even throwing you on to the bed to ravish you?" he asks without any apparent mischief in his tone at all.

Keeping his voice even is what wins Hades this round. Had there been even the slightest trace, the slightest hint of teasing or mischief, Hythlodaeus would have shrugged off the suggestion easily, though maybe not without some private musings on it. But as it is, he freezes in place, suddenly and extremely aware of how close they are, of the warmth of Hades's body against his. Um. Well.

It feels like time slows down to a snail pace as his mind rifles desperately through possible responses. No matter what, he's still certain this is just another way for his friend to get back at him - he did get much better at it over those twelve thousand years, that much is true, but at the same time... At the same time Hades did also get a lot more, ah, proactive about certain things. Would it not also be enough for him to suggest something like this in earnest, now that they've agreed to be more than just friends? How much of it is a joke? To make things worse, thinking about it only reminds Hythlodaeus about their earlier moment at the cafe, with Hades very much so mocking him, yet apparently not entirely without sincerity. He closes his mind to recalling the actual words said because, well... because. Just because!

Slowly, Hythlodaeus raises a hand, curling three fingers in turn as though counting. Into, over, out...

"Orator that you are, you must have noticed that on was not on my little list of restrictions... Agesandros."

It takes a lot of effort, but Hythlodaeus manages to keep his own voice more or less steady - a rather pointless endeavour, it occurs to him just that little bit too late, because with how close they are Hades must certainly feel how fast his heart is beating. Well, he would just need to talk his way out of that if his friend decides to bring it up.

He chuckles softly, turning his face up just enough to press a kiss beneath Hythlodaeus' jaw. He is absolutely toying with his friend and he's sure the other man knows it. If they don't, they surely know now.

"Again, I think you mistake me for Lahabrea. I only see that which is in front of me," he murmurs. Placing his hand gently over where Hythlodaeus' heart would be, he sits up just enough to speak into his friend's ear. "Kiss me?"

Although it's now almost painfully obvious that this is a game, Hythlodaeus can't help the shiver that goes through him at the kiss, the frantic beating of his heart under Hades's hand, with no way to hide, the tight, burning feeling in his gut at the request. To make everything worse, this is a game that Hythlodaeus relies on outside factors for his retaliation in; in private, there are much fewer things that could successfully fluster Hades anymore. Damn him and his twelve thousand years and the ridiculous city he went to.

He closes his eyes, breathing out slowly, disregarding the blush on his cheeks because there's really nothing he can do about that, so he might as well ignore it.

"...Who would I be to ignore a friend in need?" Hythlodaeus murmurs in response once he regains his composure. If it hadn't been a question, he would have been able to dodge it as an order from Emet-Selch, and that would be a much easier field to play on. But once again Hades knows just how to pitch his voice, damn him, and calling his bluff directly would be like getting upset and leaving just because you're bad at the game. Hythlodaeus would like to hope he has more dignity than that.

So he raises his fingers to lift Hades's chin, cup his face gently, and lean in...

...to plant a kiss to his third eye again. He never got told where or what kind of kiss.

As Hythlodaeus may find gleeful to hear, Hades voices a small, indignant sound. How dare you outwit him, friend. Now his choices are to correct Hyth, or to take the kiss he wants himself.

He opts for the latter, tugging his friend down to capture their lips with his. It's an insistent, bold sort of kiss, reflecting Hades' forceful personality. Once he's satisfied, he leans back and sits a little more upright, licking his lips as he holds Hythlodaeus' gaze.

"None of that cheek," he says, glint in his eye, corner of his mouth hooked upwards into a faint smirk. "If I ask for a kiss, I expect a proper one."

Having had far more time to accustom himself to the arts of seduction, he shares none of Hythlodaeus' nerves. In private, it will be indeed far harder to unsettle him.

Hythlodaeus has the time to smile triumphantly at Hades's indignation, but the kiss rather quickly ruins his smug cheer, and this time it's Hythlodaeus who can't help a small noise of surprise and embarrassment escaping him as his face flushes. He kisses back as best he can, banking on the thought that maybe Hades would find it amusing rather than disappointing.

He has to catch his breath after they part, clearly flustered--but he's not going to give up so easily.

"Concepts with insufficiently precise specifications as to intended purpose and ways of usage are to be rejected, as you well know."

"Are you presuming to teach me my own job?" He raises an eyebrow and stares challengingly at the other man, smirk taking more prominence. "If 'tis specificity you desire, then how about this...?"

He reaches up to tuck a strand of his friend's long hair behind one ear before resting his hand at their nape. "Show me how you truly feel. Kiss me with all that passion which currently burns in your breast, 'Daeus. I know you desire me far more than you're letting on."

He takes a deep, careful breath - controlled, very obviously so. This self-control is not coming to him easily; there's something about Hades playing with his hair that feels even more intimate than a kiss. But... giving Hythlodaeus the initiative? That might have been a mistake on the other man's part.

Hythlodaeus brings up a hand to his chin in a thoughtful gesture, humming a little.

"Desire, you say... This from a man who could not bring himself to look at me for fear of his own desire? How sweet you are in your shyness, Agesandros."

A light flush runs up his neck, startling him out of character for a moment.

"I am not shy," he begins hotly. "I simply value my privacy, as you ought to well know."

He grins, delighted at having the upper hand again.

"Pardon me if I'm wrong, but... I would have thought our own room would have been more than private enough. Yet how careful you were not to let your eyes wander towards me..."

He's certainly having a lot of fun with this.

He narrows his eyes. Oh, this won't do. He's ceding ground. Without warning, he grips Hythlodaeus' shirt and twists, pushing the other man down on to the bed whilst he straddles their waist. Not once does he let his gaze falter or wander.

"I am looking at you now, am I not?" he asks, voice dangerously sweet. "But I wonder: if I were to silence that clever mouth of yours, how loudly would the rest of your body speak to me...?"

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