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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."

Edited 2020-12-23 11:23 (UTC)

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?"

Hythlodaeus gives a whimper at the realization that Hades decides to take his seed rather than let it spill elsewhere - there's something both embarrassing and almost humbling about the fact, and it leaves Hythlodaeus all the more defenseless. In another situation he might have offered some joking commentary in response, but the aftermath of his orgasm and the intimacy fill him with a warm, affectionate glow, matched by that in Hades's expression.

Hythlodaeus gives him a return smile, soft and vulnerable, and takes his friend's hand into his, weak from the release, and brings it up to press a loving kiss to Hades's fingers.

"You were. Truly exemplary."

Hythlodaeus shifts closer, drawing the other man into an embrace, rests his forehead against Hades's.

"I love you, Agesandros."

He tucks himself against his taller friend. Even though he yet aches for relief, in this single, solitary moment, he feels the happiest he has ever been in a long time. This is what always wanted. This bliss. This peace.

"I love you," he murmurs back. Saying it feels like a curse. Everything he ever allowed himself to love in the days since the Sundering had faded away with time.

He knows Hythlodaeus had told him in no uncertain terms that he was prepared to spend the rest of his life with him, however long or short such a time may be, but all the same...it makes him anxious. And he hates that he feels that way. They are immortal - it shouldn't have to be like this.

Reaching up to cup his friend's cheek, he kisses them gently.

Hythlodaeus is blissfully unaware of Hades's internal turmoil and simply lets himself bask in the warmth and affection. This, too, is what he's always wanted, and what a strange thing it is to be granted it in another world, long after his own death and that of his friend. But right now the gloomy thoughts don't bother Hythlodaeus - he has more than enough faith now that they will triumph, save their people and preserve their world.

He smiles giddily at the confession and kisses back, hoping to put into it all the tenderness that he feels for his friend, bringing up a hand to stroke Hades's cheek with his thumb and comb through his hair with his other fingers.

"I never thought I would hear it from you like this," he murmurs once they part, a warm glow in his features. "If there was some manner of a competition for being the happiest man in the world, I believe I'd have quite a good chance at winning it."

"I wanted to say it while I still could." He combs through Hythlodaeus' hair, small, regular strokes so he doesn't have to quite look at his lover. "I love you. Even if I may be a fool for doing so. I love you, and Felih, and Irhya..."

And Jophrey, he admits silently to himself. He's not yet worked out how he feels towards the man. The mage had hated him upon first sight and yet when they last spoke...he was no longer sure.

"...What is so wrong with wanting this to last forever?" he whispers, eyes heating up. He ducks his head and hides it against the other man's chest, trying to stifle the tell-tale sounds of his crying.

Hythlodaeus's heart falls at those words. With how short their time here has been, he hasn't yet gotten used to how... finite things are in the mortal world. And what's even worse is hearing his friend speak as though... as though it's a sin to be happy.

Hythlodaeus wraps his arms around Hades protectively, as if trying to shield him - and more; not just shield, but nurture and heal and restore. The thought of anything being otherwise is so wildly alien that he can't even bring himself to think it.

"There is naught wrong with it," he whispers, kissing the top of Hades's head and blinking away his own nascent tears. "There is yet much that I do not understand. But the one thing I know for certain is that there is naught wrong with wishing for love and happiness. And I... I cannot well express how much it devastates me to know you've been denied both for so long."

Clutching his friend in turn, he draws a shuddering breath. It's an ugly feeling which twists in his gut. Irhya's coldness when he had insinuated that he planned to restore his world the way he had always wanted, and Felih's disappointment. Why should he care what they think? Why should he give up his own happiness when it lies within his grasp?

(Because it means thinking less of them in order to bring about his long-sought after dream.)

"If we save our world, our star," he whispers, "promise me that you will confess your love to my past self. I am an oblivious fool, as you know. Stop pining and don't wait for me to notice you."

Hearing Hades try to hold back his tears is all the more heartbreaking, and once again Hythlodaeus finds himself frustrated by the fact that he can no longer reach his friend's soul with his. Being denied their usual mastery over aether and the Sight is like being rendered blind, mute, powerless. A deeper part of him wonders what would happen if he let himself dwell on it too long.

Instead, Hythlodaeus tries to take refuge in touch, stroking down Hades's back and nuzzling into his hair. If only they could stay like this forever, indeed... There is much and more he wants to say, but something tells him he may not yet be ready to speak of the darker side of the road ahead of them.

"I do promise," he replies with a smile. "But... since you've taken the role of my teacher, would you be so kind as to give me a hint as to what kind of confession you would have liked? I would like to get it right, after all."

He snorts but then grows silent, thinking.

"I always liked seeing the stars with you. Take me somewhere they can be seen. Tell me how you feel. Kiss me if need be. Like as not I will think you having fun at my expense if you speak in that annoyingly frivolous way of yours..."

He slowly calms as Hythlodaeus strokes down his back. Even so, he hesitates before he speaks again.

"And...and if aught somehow cannot be done for the end of our star here, stop me from summoning Zodiark."

His chest tightens painfully at that request. Hythlodaeus doesn't yet know everything that has happened, that will happen - but he does know that Zodiark was to be their salvation. If he is not summonned...

"I... I promise," he murmurs. "But... no, I am certain that we can succeed. We will."

Hythlodaeus holds Hades to himself tighter. Unspoken is his fear that otherwise he would only be allowed to return to their world only to see Hades and the rest of their people perish in the Final Days.

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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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