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That's more bold than Hythlodaeus was expecting, even with his now-slightly-more-complete understanding of Hades's newfound libido, and he can't avoid a flustered expression crossing his face for a moment at the sudden and intimate contact. But he certainly isn't going to give in so easily, not when he finally had his friend on the ropes again.

Hythlodaeus hums in response, pressing against Hades's chest, heart hammering at being so close. He's never seen him fully nude before, not to mentioned touched him, so this is worth savouring all the more.

"I do wonder what you could want... Am I not the inexperienced pupil here? There is certainly much and more nuance that is all too easy for me to miss."

Spell it out, underworld boy.

The corners of his mouth twitch upwards. How quickly the embers of want rekindle themselves into a flame. It pulses through him steadily, beating harder as he subtly ruts against his friend's leg. It's as much for himself as it is to try and further tempt his friend.

"I want you, 'Daeus," he says, pitching his voice to a sultry murmur. "Your mouth, you hand - or even..."

He reaches down between them and brushes his fingertips against the other man's cock. The smile on his face is definitely a smirk as he watches for Hythlodaeus' reaction.

Hythlodaeus makes a soft, almost pleading noise at the touch, his face flushing deeper--it's all too easy for his composure to crumble if he lets himself dwell on the situation even a little more. But it's very satisfying to have Hades play along so willingly, not to mention flattering to know he's wanted. He leans in still closer to mouth at Hades's neck under the ear, sliding a leg between the other man's thighs and pressing up a little.

"Or even?.."

A low, desperate groan tears itself from his throat. The press of Hythlodaeus' body against his own, that hint of control his friend asserts - it sends his heart racing a malm a minute. He digs his fingers into the other man's skin and shifts.

"Don't tell me you never imagined it," he says huskily. "Watching my rigid self-control unravel, me gasping out your name with each - nudge - of your - hips."

The last words emphasised breathlessly against Hythlodaeus' each as he rocks suggestively.

The answer is non-verbal this time as Hythlodaeus draws in a sharp breath and then nips, practically bites at Hades's neck, his lips working the skin as he digs a hand into Hades's hair to keep him in place. He's imagined that, alright, and he's certainly imagining it now, judging by the rougher way he ruts against the other man in response, his other hand sliding down from Hades's hip to cup his ass and grip it. ~~nice~~

It actually takes Hythlodaeus some conscious effort before he manages to make himself let go of his friend's neck, kissing briefly at the mark he left, then nipping at his earlobe impatiently--no, no, focus, blast it.

"I'm starting to think we may have left the bedroom a little too early."

"You were the one who chose to trap me here," he accuses with ragged breaths. But he finds himself in rueful agreement. As much as he wouldn't mind a passionate lovemaking session against the wall, the bed is far more comfortable.

"Back to the bedroom then?" He tips his head, showing the bright red mark Hythlodaeus' teeth have left. A lazy smirk. "So you can have me properly."

Hades gets a treat - namely, the very badly concealed desire in Hythlodaeus's eyes, so obvious in his hurried breathing, the flush on his cheeks, the way he digs his fingers into his friend's skin. The look on his face is very much like the one Hades had the chance to glimpse back at the cafe after teasing Hythlodaeus so much and then drawing back. He certainly really wants.

But however caught up in a whirlwind of passion one might be, there are still considerations to keep in mind. Hythlodaeus bites at his lip frustratedly, forcing himself to draw back a little, trying to keep his breathing even.

"Only if you have done your shopping, Hades. I assume you have things ready, given how often you see Felih, but if you do not... the point is moot."

He almost pouts. Curse this land that took away their powers--life is so much easier when you can just conjure whatever you need out of thin air rather than go through the bother of getting dressed, going to a store and dealing with the embarrassment of the cashier and other customers knowing what you're up to.

In fact it was easier to keep one's private life private in Amaurot, when one need not rely upon a shop for one's day-to-day necessities. Hades has grown used to keeping track of such things now, of course, and sighs when his friend draws back.

"I did," he admits. "I thought it would be prudent to purchase some for Felih, or Irhya if she were to express interest in taking me to bed again."

Trust Hades to be the practical, forward-thinking one in the relationship.

That is very much like Hades indeed, and Hythlodaeus cannot help but chuckle as he lets go of his friend to raise a finger smugly instead.

"And now you would have to make the purchases for myself, as well. Still, three people, hmmm? I am beginning to understand why you are always so tired."

And trust Hythlodaeus to be the one to turn everything into a joke--nevermind that Felih is yet the only one out of the fabled three to actually have done anything to tire Hades out.

He scowls and reaches up to tug pointedly at his friend's hair.

"You will pay your half of the cost. Especially if we continue this," he says, voice rough but not as rough as it would be if he were truly annoyed.

For now, though, he takes Hythlodaeus' hand and pushes away from the door, opening it to let them back into the bedroom. Whether they simply content themselves with outward physical pleasure or not, Hades has every intention of having his need satisfied.

"I believe I noticed Felih secreting some lubricant in one of the drawers as well," he adds. "So... 'Tis your decision."

He gazes unflinchingly into Hythlodaeus' eyes, forcing himself to be patient even though he longs to simply have his way with the other man and damn all other considerations.

Hythlodaeus only laughs in response to the tugging and the scolding. "If", Hades says, as though he's not so obviously eager for continuations...

He follows his friend to the bedroom and rifles through the drawer curiously in search of the aforementioned lubricant. Thank the stars for Felih. At the "decision" comment, though, Hythlodaeus looks up, a teasing smile on his face.

"My decision? How generous! But here I thought all you wanted was, let me recall... ah yes, to be thrown on the bed and ravished. Or is there aught else in your trove of fantasies?"

He harrumphs and looks aside, several fantasies indeed coming to mind now that Hythlodaeus has prompted them. But no, they would hopefully have many nights ahead of them to explore more unconventional bedroom activities. For now, he simply wants.

"Naught that cannot wait," he says, taking a seat on the bed once more as he watches the other man search the drawers. He reaches over to his bedside table and slips out one of the condoms he has kept hidden inside. He turns it over and over impatiently between his fingers. "I want you, 'Daeus. If you don't hurry up, I might finish myself off before you get here."

To lend credence to the threat, he wraps a hand around his own cock and starts to slowly revive its turgid length.

Hythlodaeus shoots him a petulant look--with just a hint of panic mixed in when he realizes that Hades does intend to carry out the threat. Lube finally in hand, he quickly steps over to the bed, cupping Hades's face with the other hand to pull him into a brief kiss even before he sits down next to his friend properly.

"Well now, I never thought you would be so eager to do my job for me."

Feeling rather pleased with himself, he gently kisses back. But his next words are chastising, playing at a supervisor scolding his employee.

"Since when have you ever done your job, hmm? I have to pester and pester and hope that perhaps you will deign to follow proper procedure."

He holds out the condom for Hythlodaeus to take, heart thrumming with anticipation.

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He does take it--only to set both the condom and the lubricant down on the bed by his side, choosing instead to draw Hades into another kiss - deeper, more insistent this time. And now that both his hands are free, Hythlodaeus makes good use of them, threading his fingers through Hades's hair, his other hand tracing down the line of his neck, to the shoulder, then down to the chest - and here Hythlodaeus switches from the lighter touch of his fingertips to full contact, feeling his friend up properly. Then slowly lower, down Hades's abs--and then off to the side. It's likely intentionally teasing.

Hythlodaeus finally breaks the kiss, gently nipping at Hades's lower lip for good measure, draws back just enough to give himself space to catch his breath and give his friend a trademark smug look.

"Well, now... Is this proper enough for you, my Architect?"

Humming softly, he spreads his thighs a little as Hythlodaeus draws near his cock, only to have to suppress his follow-up groan as the hand avoids it altogether. Curse you, he thinks with frustrated fondness. Must they keep playing the game even now?

But, that said, he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Better," he agrees unsteadily. "Though as always, you take your time getting to the point."

"I have always acted in counterbalance to you," Hythlodaeus replies with a self-satisfied smirk... the reason for which quickly becomes obvious as he slides his hand further down, caressing Hades's thigh but still completely denying him any direct stimulation. "Besides... I know not what you've learnt in that city, but I believe in the art of lovemaking. Particularly on such a notable occasion as this."

With that, he leans in again to nip at Hades's neck once more, intent on leaving another mark, winds an arm around his friend's back to pull him closer, skin to skin.

He lifts his chin, letting out a quiet sound as he slips his arm around Hythlodaeus' waist in turn. From behind, he teases through the ends of his friend's long, white hair.

"'Tis true, they did not put much stock in romancing one's partner. Their focus was in physical pleasure and little else."

The pinch of pain on his neck sends a shiver down his spine; a muscle in his thigh twitches beneath the other man's hand. With how tall Hythlodaeus is, it's a simple matter for him to nuzzle against his friend's shoulder and press his lips to soft, warm skin.

"So... How do you plan to love me, 'Daeus?" he murmurs.

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For better or for worse, Hythlodaeus suddenly feels possessive in a certain way, almost infuriated at the rules of Duplicity. If Hades was forced to engage in such things, Hythlodaeus would so much rather it was with someone he actually loved to start with--and though he's gathered that Hades did fall for Felih and Irhya in the end, the premise of that city turns his stomach.

So Hythlodaeus draws back a little, slipping his hand off Hades's thigh to instead run his fingers through his friend's hair at the temple, cup his cheek, kiss the side of his face tenderly.

"Until the end of my days, Hades," he murmurs in reply. "As much as I love the world and the stars. I plan to love you even when you do not love yourself, at your best or at your worst."

His lips part but no words come. Instead they chase after Hythlodaeus' mouth, trying to seal them into a passionate kiss. The sentiment warms him in ways he still feels guilt for but it stokes his latent desire as well. It's this sort of loving gesture that he responds to far more strongly, far more deeply, than any crude temptation of the flesh.

"Please," he says quietly. "I neither want nor expect forgiveness for what I've done. But if I can have you then I shall want for nothing else." He rests a hand over Hythlodaeus' own, staring unwaveringly into the other man's eyes. "I love you."

Hythlodaeus's breath catches in his throat at the proclamation of affection--and much like Hades, he is so much more drawn to genuine emotion. The pleasures of the flesh have a lot to say for them, certainly, but... they could never compare to this much more deeper, much more intense kind of love.

He makes a soft noise as he returns the kiss, just as passionate as his friend, almost desperate with it, and when they part he presses his forehead against Hades's, tips of his fingers still stroking through the man's hair, a deep, almost reverent longing in his eyes.

"...Of course you can have me, you fool," he whispers softly. "How am I meant to be without you? I love you, Hades. Moreso than I can express, especially in this pitiful state."

A small huff of half-laughter, half-frustration--though he doesn't truly hate it as such yet, being so bereft of their usual abilities is annoying at best, especially right now. But they are not here to dwell on the darker parts of their new existence, nor can Hythlodaeus even spare actual thought for that right now, not with Hades in his arms... and so he seals their lips in another kiss, slow and heartfelt, hands roaming down his friend's body--and when they part again, he barely gives Hades a moment of respite before gently pinning him down to the bed, eyes fixed on the other man.

"Hades... Agesandros. How would you have me prove my love?"

A soft gasp of surprise greets his sudden change of perspective. He smiles though, faint yet fond, reaching up to brush the backs of his fingers along Hythlodaeus' cheek.

His soul aches to meld with theirs. To feel the pleasure far more keenly than flesh can, to ascend in ways mortals could barely imagine. His eyes darken to lustful gold as his loins throb, desiring fulfilment.

"Since we cannot be joined in spirit or mind, let our bodies speak for our love," he whispers. Flashes of heat prickle along his body where Hythlodaeus' hands have been. "My flesh is yours, and yours, mine. Make love to me slowly or quickly - I care not which you choose so long as it is thorough. Join with me in the only way we can be joined here and now."

As if his friend needs reminding of what he refers to, he draws a knee up and spreads suggestively. "I want to feel every inch of you, 'Daeus."

Hythlodaeus gives a soft, pleased noise at both the words and the way Hades shifts, so much more open with his desire now. He does want to have his friend, all of him, as close as they can be here in this pale world... and he has a feeling that the slow kind of thoroughness is called for here, even if it means that he'll have to pace himself. But it will be worth it, Hythlodaeus knows.

"And you shall have me, Agesandros," he murmurs, tracing his fingers down Hades's cheek, along his jaw. "Myself and everything I have, I shall give you. But first... allow me to learn the man I love all anew."

He shifts their positions, straddling Hades's waist, unabashed about his erection, and frames his friend's face in his hands, fingers trailing through his hair fondly, eyes locked to eyes.

"Winter skies to winter sun... Though you are different, you are no less stunning, my Agesandros."

With that Hythlodaeus bends down to kiss his friend again - not deep but very gentle and affectionate, a small prelude to what's to come.

He'd never thought highly of this body, it being merely the vessel into which he had poured his soul into for another tedious span of mortal life. But like it or not, it had been the form he had perished in, and the form he had been brought back as. Hearing Hythlodaeus compliment it now, it may be the first time he has ever considered its positive aspects.

Sliding his palms up Hythlodaeus' thighs, he rests his hands upon his friend's hips as they kiss. His eyes slide shut - the better to immerse him in its gentle warmth. The other man's hair tickles his skin where it falls past their shoulder.

"I kept a streak of white in my hair," he murmurs when allowed to draw breath. "To remember who I had been." He kisses Hythlodaeus again, gazing steadily upwards after he lets his head fall back. Has he ever felt this safe and assured in someone else's presence whilst in bed? Not that he can recall in recent memory. The Warriors of Light invite a tangled, thorny mess of affection when he lies with them.

Trailing one hand further up, he brushes up along his friend's flank, fingers trailing across the softer contours of their naked flesh. He must learn Hythlodaeus as well. What part of the other man's body is sensitive? What part would they rather he avoid? Questions he had rarely asked himself when lying with another - until now.

Hythlodaeus welcomes all and any touch Hades gives him right now: his affection burns too brightly for anything to be really uncomfortable. He threads his fingers through the streak of white hair gently, lovingly.

"'Tis a beautiful contrast, Hades. Intentional or not, I see more of you in this body than you may know."

He bends down to kiss his friend's neck, tender at first, then increasingly more passionate as he lets warmth and desire build up within himself, taking in Hades's scent, tasting his skin under his lips. Slowly, Hythlodaeus lets his hands trail down the other man's frame - curious, exploratory touch, likewise busy with figuring out what Hades likes. A light, almost feathery touch along the clavicle, then down Hades's chest, palming at the soft muscle, brushing his fingers lightly over the nipples.

"Hades..."

Hythlodaeus whispers the name into his friend's ear, a warm huff of breath against it, before nipping at his earlobe experimentally.

let's be real it's both, mr "so you want to soulfuck me??". also hmmmm tempting conditional there--

u know u want him Hyth

yeah but emet is objectively way hornier

give it time .3.

fine, i guess i can give it (checks hand) the 20 minutes it took me to write this tag

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i hate hyth hes an embarrassment

you're banished to the corner of shame Hyth

theyre both banished

corner of shame then becomes horny corner--

shameless corner, if you will

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