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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...?"

Hythlodaeus might have been able to handle the situation if not for that second question. Being pinned down was something he was expecting, if not exactly prepared for, but he freezes at the suggestion, face turning red. The boldness of it aside, the real worst part is that Hades is right: it is something Hythlodaeus would very much so enjoy, and he hates--if such a word could be applied to the situation, really--being confronted with it.

He swallows before answering, desperately trying to think through possible comebacks.

"I thought 'twould be me doing the listening... Agesandros. Was it not a lecture you promised me? The long-overdue censure, mayhaps?" He smiles smugly, as though he's finally spotted the joke. "Ah... Is that why you shielded me from it for so long, my dearest friend? Could you not stand the thought of someone else disciplining me?"

His smile sharpens and he dips his head lower, close enough that their breaths can mingle. That bob of the throat is not missed and he counts it as a point in his favour.

He has learnt much from his time amongst the mortal races and he's no longer that blushing virgin Hythlodaeus possibly still thinks of him as. For every embarrassing thing that slips out of his friend's mouth, he shall pay it back twice over.

"A lesson, yes. A firm one." He breaches the short distance to leave a chaste kiss, continuing to idly play with some locks of the other man's pale hair. "I know you hardly listen to anyone, 'Daeus, least of all me. But let us see if you can learn, hmm?"

All that said, he can hardly believe he's about to do this. It almost doesn't feel real. Hades trails his fingers to the hollow of his friend's throat, lingering long enough to feel the reassuring beat of their pulse. Then he starts to unbutton and peel back Hythlodaeus' collar.

He's mindful of any sign that his friend may try to stop him. After all, one can never be certain how much of Hythlodaeus is talk and how much true intent and action.

Hythlodaeus tries to unsuccessfully bite back a small sound at the back of his throat at that kiss - somehow the softness of it, the gently affectionate way Hades is playing with his hair is more overwhelming than something outright passionate would have been. At the same time... he can't deny how nice it is, how it makes butterflies dance in his stomach. The playful tone Hades adopts helps, too - as always, it's easier for Hythlodaeus to keep his composure and remain comfortable when there is a touch of joking in everything. It might have been strange otherwise, this entirely rapid pace of events that under normal circumstances would have taken them at the very least a decade to work up to, if not more - definitely a lot more if Hades was still the man Hythlodaeus knew before.

And although it feels very much so unreal for him, too, Hythlodaeus decides he's not going to squander this chance - not to mention give his friend any more ammunition for mocking him later. He closes his eyes, trying not to let his breath pick up too much from excitement, and slowly, exceedingly softly rests his hands on Hades's hips.

"Indeed. Shall we see how well you do as a teacher, most eminent Emet-Selch? If you would like, I am certain I could offer suggestions for improvement afterwards."

It's still very much so a challenge, a very thinly veiled implication that Hythlodaeus still thinks himself the more skilled of the two. How terrible would it be to be proven wrong! It is absolutely something he doesn't expect in any way whatsoever.

There's a flash of teeth from him and he nips at Hythlodaeus' throat. "Certainly," he murmurs.

Heart thudding against his ribs, he pushes back his friend's coat. It being winter, they are both of them wearing more layers than usual - but that's fine. The slow process might serve to mitigate how rushed it may feel to Hythlodaeus. He presses kisses next along his friend's jaw, moving leisurely down to the collarbone whilst his hands busy themselves unfastening whatever buttons or clasps bar him from the other man's naked chest.

He wishes he could rub souls with Hythlodaeus here. The physical barrier is an insurmountable obstacle but he will strive to overcome it all the same.

"You will tell me if anything is uncomfortable, 'Daeus," he murmurs as an afterthought. "This is meant to be a pleasurable experience."

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As nice as it is to be pampered, right now Hythlodaeus doesn't intend to lie back lazily. He walks one hand up to Hades's chest to start undoing the buttons of the man's vest, only halfway trying to hide the smile on his lips.

"Oh, you can be certain of that. When did I ever stay silent, particularly when it came to scolding you? 'Tis why you let me stay your chief of staff, after all. I can only imagine how much more tedious the office would have been for you, had your companion been someone who actually listens to what you say."

Allowing himself a shadow of a smile, he leans back up to kiss his partner's cheek. There's unmistakeable fondness in his tone as he replies:

"If I had fired you, you would simply make a nuisance of yourself elsewhere. Then who would have the authority to censure you?"

Once the vest is undone, he shrugs it off and drops it carelessly over the side of the bed. While Hythlodaeus works on his shirt, Hades' fingers delicately trace over the contours of his friend's chest. It isn't terribly well-defined; they had not had any need for martial prowess back in those days. But it is his first time seeing it in this context and he commits it to memory as the cold raises goosebumps along his skin.

"...You fool of a man," he says, but it sounds more like affection than chastisement.

Leaning back down, he kisses the other man properly. Gods above, there is so much lost time to make up for. Hythlodaeus is in his bed and he cannot decide how to have his friend. Nothing outrageous to start with, he thinks, but something to leave an impression...

Hythlodaeus gives a fond huff as he watches Hades drop his vest off the bed. Though he's still flustered by the situation, his chest rising and falling under Hades's hand rather faster than it normally would, it's incredibly comforting to see that despite the context there isn't much actual difference between this and their usual banter, alternating jokes and affection.

"Speaking of censure... You once scolded me for leaving my mask in your office, and now you are content to leave your garments on the floor? How things change, indeed."

He returns the kiss, face pleasantly flushed, slipping Hades's shirt off the man's shoulders, and laughs once he has his breath back.

"Come now, what did I do this time to deserve the name-calling? Steal your heart?"

"Completely and utterly stolen it, yes, with no intention of giving it back."

Another lingering kiss, shirt shaken aside before he draws back and turns his attention to Hythlodaeus' belt and trousers. He deftly tugs the former loose, shifting down to tug the other man's pants down. Wearing a lazy smirk, he keeps careful watch of his friend's expression.

"I thought I had nothing left to give after the Warriors made off with their own pieces of it. But I suppose I had always kept a part of it for you."

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It seems that the reality of the situation is only just fully dawning on Hythlodaeus, especially when Hades's hands move to his belt. Hythlodaeus raises himself up on his elbows, eyes darting between his own half-naked form--oh heavens, his pants are undone, he barely had the time to notice--Hades's bare chest, his friend's dangerously confident smirk. He stares at the other man, wide-eyed, face growing redder by the moment, then hurriedly looks away - as though that would help with his embarrassment and, ah, growing excitement.

"W-Well now, Hades, who's the one not embarrassed to say such things now?"

Try as he might, though, Hythlodaeus can't deny that he's certainly on the losing side right now, as evidenced by Hades's smug expression - and, refusing to simply look at it, Hythlodaeus quickly raises himself further and grabs his friend by the shoulders to drag him into another kiss, desperate and still a little amateurish, but certainly not lacking in passion. He tangles one hand in Hades's hair, the other arm winding around the man's waist as Hythlodaeus lowers himself back onto the bed, pulling Hades on top of him.

Caught off-guard by Hythlodaeus' frantic attempt to salvage pride, his hands pause their work on the other man's belt. After a moment, he smiles and leans well into the embrace, shifting to settle by his friend's side so they can kiss more comfortably. He tangles their feet together, circles an arm about Hythlodaeus' waist to keep him close.

"'Daeus," he breathes once he's allowed a moment to speak, "I do believe you're blushing."

And he'll soon give his friend more reason to blush when he reaches down between them and palms Hythlodaeus through his smallclothes.

He actually yelps at the contact in surprise, hips jerking involuntarily - and boy, is he blushing. Despite that, though, he manages to direct Hades a petulant look, just to let him know the teasing worked, and then slides a hand up the man's chest - full, unabashed touch.

"W-Why, Hades, would it not be an insult to your pride if it were otherwise? Or... am I simply not enough of a challenge?"

Hythlodaeus leans in closer to nip gently at Hades's neck.

"Do you not enjoy seeing me like this, my dear Agesandros? Flustered, at a loss for words? Here I thought 'twas one of your greatest fantasies..."

"Oh, it is."

He is savouring every single moment, pale, golden eyes drinking in the sight of his normally unflappable, verbose friend as they slowly come undone at his hands. He looks forward to the day when Hythlodaeus does present a challenge to him, even as he's equally happy to lavish attention on his friend. He aches for physical connection - something Hythlodaeus would realise if he but reached for Hades in turn.

"But...I see you have yet to be rendered at a loss for words. I must needs try something else."

Overlapping the hand on his chest, he brings it to his lips and kisses the backs of his friend's fingers - just as they had done to him earlier. Then, smirking, he nudges Hythlodaeus back on to his back and slips down, settling between his friend's calves. Finally - finally - his fingers play with the upper hem of his partner's. He watches to make sure Hythlodaeus knows exactly what he intends before slowly pulling those down as well.

The kiss to his fingers makes Hythlodaeus's breath catch in his throat - he's still rather partial to romantic gestures too, after all, a fact that may prove very useful to Hades in the future.

But if it was rendering Hythlodaeus speechless he wanted... well, he gets that and even more. He freezes utterly, staring at Hades wide-eyed as though in a dream, not even a trace of his usual cheeky demeanour left, his face completely red. He opens his mouth after a few moments, as though to say something, but it obviously doesn't come to him: instead, he makes a small flustered sound and then finally looks away, fingers digging into the sheets and his breath coming faster. He's also rather obviously, ah, excited, even before Hades touches him proper.

It's tempting to chuckle at how shy his friend - his lover - suddenly is, but he refrains with great effort. Instead he gently wraps his hand around Hythlodaeus' arousal and begins to pump slowly.

"Now...surely you must have a fantasy of your own. Tell me what it is." His teeth flash. "If you can."

Hythlodaeus can't bring himself to actually meet Hades's gaze, self-satisfied that he is sure it is, nor can he quite stop himself from giving a soft half-gasp, half-whimper at the touch. By the heavens, it really is real. A part of him still refuses to believe he isn't simply dreaming - because, well, why would Hades do this, with him of all people? But Hythlodaeus can certainly see his own hands, ergo, that's not his touch on his cock. As though he doesn't know how his own hands feel, anyway.

The only salvation is Hades's last mocking remark that at least gives Hythlodaeus a chance to take refuge in being cheeky again.

"W-Well, now... Was it not my silence you were so hungry for, Agesandros? Such inconsistency does not become a teacher."

A huff from him. He gives Hythlodaeus' cock a more firm squeeze and brushes his thumb over the tip.

"A good teacher also encourages his student's participation, 'Daeus. But as you wish. I wonder how long you can remain silent, however..."

He keeps his pace slow, relishing the little noises his friend makes as they writhe upon the bed. It stirs his own want, a pressing need against the fabric of his trousers. But he is patient - oh so patient. After a while, he forgoes his hand and shuffles even further down, kissing the rigid length tenderly.

"Ah--"

Though he tries his best to stay quiet, if only out of contrariness, there's only so long Hythlodaeus can hold out, caught between his own fantasies and the almost dizzying touch of Hades's hands on his skin... but, oh, the kissing is even more unexpected, and Hythlodaeus can only gasp and whine at that, his hips jerking up. He still has enough presence of mind to slap a hand across his mouth to try and stifle any more noises, but even he has to admit he slipped up there. There is something exciting about finally losing to Hades, and Hythlodaeus doesn't know how to feel about it.

Unfortunately for Hythlodae's self control, Hades does more than simply kiss. He runs his lips over the turgid length, mouthing at the sensitive skin, lathing his tongue across the underside. He torments and teases until his friend's resolve breaks. Then, and only then, does he finally take his friend's cock fully into his mouth.

Had they met in that depraved city, Hades would have been as much an amateur in this as Hythlodaeus. He's still not what one would call an expert by any means, but he knows how to please. Listening keenly for his partner's reactions, he carefully bobs his head back and forth, hand wrapping around the base where his lips can't quite reach.

It takes an almost pitifully short time for Hythlodaeus's self-control to break - and how could it not when he's faced with one of his oldest fantasies? A part of him wonders desperately whether Hades knew somehow, gleaned it from that brief connection of their minds.

He screws his eyes shut, the hand over his mouth doing nothing to prevent him from dissolving into a series of small desperate whimpers at each bit of attention from Hades's mouth. Hythlodaeus knows that he shouldn't give in so easily, he shouldn't, this was supposed to be his game--but at the same time a part of his mind whispers that yes, it was his game to lose. Is that not what he's always wanted? For Hades to undo him so easily, skillfully, as befits someone of his power and talent?

That thought, too, is intoxicating, and Hythlodaeus's fingers on his mouth relax as he gives a soft, almost helpless moan, his body shivering... and then gasps, choking on his own breath as Hades takes him in his mouth. Hythlodaeus arches his back, chest heaving with his rapid breathing, digs his fingers into the bedsheets.

"Hades!--"

The name cuts off into another half-whine, half-moan as Hythlodaeus's hips thrust up again. His cheeks burn with the embarrassment of the knowledge that he's lost, he won't be able to salvage a victory in their little game anymore like this - but by the same token, it only makes him grow stiffer in the other man's mouth. Maybe it's not such a bad thing to give in sometimes...

It's a heady, giddy sensation to realise his friend is as putty in his hands. In his memories, Hythlodaeus had ever been the smug victor of their exchanges, and he, reluctantly seceding. His friend's uninhibited moans spur him to suck harder, lightly dragging his teeth over their cock before his lips run back over to soothe it.

He can't speak like this. If he could, he would urge his friend to give in, to release, let everything wash over like high tide on the shore.

Groaning quietly, he ruts a little against the mattress himself. I want him. By the stars, do I want him. 'Daeus...

He's prepared for when Hythlodaeus hits his peak. It's just a matter of pushing the other man there.

It's so much, all of it, and between the overwhelming excitement of the first time, the intoxicatingly sweet vulnerability of giving in and the sheer physical pleasure Hythlodaeus quickly abandons all attempts at saving face. If he's already lost to his friend, he might as well enjoy it...

Hythlodaeus grows unabashedly vocal, loud moans interspersed with excited gasps every time Hades tries something new or is a little firmer in his attention. He writhes on the bed, letting the carefree pleasure build up within him - indeed, why hold back? He'll have more than enough chance to get back at Hades later, and he certainly could use this to start learning what kind of thing his friend likes.

"Mmm-- Aah, Hades--Agesandros--"

Hythlodaeus arches again, panting, biting at his lip and wondering whether his partner enjoys him like this, shameless and overwhelmed, whether it's enough to not only spark, but flame desire within Hades as well. For his friend to want him... what an utterly sweet thought, especially if Hythlodaeus could make him work for it. Yes, how good it would be...

His breath comes ever shorter, caught between the fantasy and Hades's relentless rhythm, Hythlodaeus's hips moving in time with it. It's amazing, really, the way the pleasure both makes him want to scream and leaves him utterly breathless. He's so close to the edge--

"'S-Sandros... please--"

Hythlodaeus isn't certain where the pleading came from - other than his own burning need - but such a declaration of giving in is more than enough to push him over that edge. He throws his head back, a hand raised to his mouth helplessly as he spills, body wracked with pleasure and voice raised in a moan that dissolves into whimpering gasps before he finally stills, gulping air and shivering. His head is spinning, and he's not certain whether he can even raise himself up, to look at what he's done to Hades.

The bitter seed fills his mouth and he forces it down. As ever, oral sex is not the most pleasant of acts to him but it is worth it to hear Hythlodaeus break. Hearing his name - both his own and the other - called out in ecstasy sends a shudder all the way down his spine. It warms him in a way no coat or blanket ever could.

Eventually he pulls away from the softening cock and wipes his mouth, more than satisfied with the results. He crawls up and stretches out beside Hythlodaeus, his smile holding nothing but fondness for his replete friend.

"How was that, 'Daeus? Was I an adequate teacher?"

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I somehow missed the word 'underclothes' in that last tag gj self

IT'S OK SOMETIMES I MISUSE WORDS COMPLETELY AND THEN DIE TEN TIMES OVER

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