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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.

'What does he see?' Hades wonders to himself as he lets his head loll to one side. Whilst the soft touches are nice in their own way, he soon finds himself craving a little more.

"Harder," he whispers back, reaching up to stroke his friend's long hair. He recalls Hythlodaeus responding positively to it earlier. Mayhap his desire for rougher treatment is balanced out by his friend's desire for a more delicate touch. He kisses the side of Hythlodaeus' cheek, continuing softly, "I prefer a firmer touch. A bit more sharpness. As if you would try to assert yourself over me."

The request is unexpected, a contrast to Hades's gentle touch, and it certainly gets a reaction out of Hythlodaeus. There's a sharp intake of breath against Hades's neck and then he bites at it - still obviously loving, only the slightest touch of pain, but Hythlodaeus is very intent on leaving a mark - and not just one but many more, to the point that Hades would have to count himself lucky that in winter it's normal to cover one's neck.

Hythlodaeus works his way to his friend's throat, working the skin with his lips and teeth, lapping briefly at the marks he leaves, then raises himself up a little to take in the view, eyes half-lidded with desire and a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"Well, now... Was that why you were so unhappy about being chosen for the office, Hades? Do you prefer to be led?"

Hythlodaeus grins, leaning in closer again, brings up a hand to trace his thumb along his friend's lower lip.

"I wonder if you would have dreamt of being taken by me back then, had you but known how I feel... A late night at work after a very stressful day, no one left at the Bureau but us..."

Though Hythlodaeus's voice is teasing, it's not unkind in the least - not mocking a possible fantasy of his friend's, but more proposing a mutually enjoyable scenario.

A late night at the Bureau, he wonders, twitching as Hythlodaeus' teeth worry his neck. His breathing grows heavier and he twines his fingers in his lover's hair. Had he known of Hythlodaeus' desire for him, perhaps he might have entertained the thought. He's certainly entertaining it now.

"Hmm..." He nips at the thumb, kissing the tip. "I dislike the thought of making a mess of my workspace. If you were to approach me - say, corner me against my desk - and kiss me as tenderly as you did just now--"

He rises up to do just that, moulding his mouth gently against Hythlodaeus' and ending with a tug on his bottom lip.

"--I might allow you to submit some last minute paperwork before retiring home for the night," he murmurs with a faint smirk, eyes gleaming wickedly.

Hythlodaeus stares at him for a long moment, confused... and then breaks out into laughter, clear and bright, hiding his face in Hades's neck as his shoulders shake. Once the laughter lets him go, he straightens up again, wiping at the corner of his eye, a grin on his face.

"Are you certain you would not have set me to more work, just to make up for taking you off guard? I could hardly imagine you having so much composure back then!"

This is a difference in his friend that Hythlodaeus doesn't mind in the least. Though it's unusual to hear Hades make jokes, it only warms his heart and makes him hope that now his own attempts at bringing more levity to Hades's life will be met more favourably.

He startles when Hythlodaeus bursts into merriment, sultry act completely forgotten, only to frown and - dare one say - sulk once he realises his friend is laughing at him.

"You asked," he retorts, looking aside. Even now, he hates being mocked. So what if he wouldn't have done such a thing back then? Isn't it a question of what he would do now? There's a word for this, he's sure of it.

~~Roleplay, it's roleplay.~~

"If you're going to sit there and laugh at me then let me up," he continues sullenly.

There's a brief moment of disbelief again as Hythlodaeus processes the fact that that hadn't been a joke but rather a genuine answer within the scenario. Still, he can't help chuckling as he bends down to press a kiss to the side of Hades's jaw, his hands shifting over to the other man's shoulders to pin him down more securely.

"Now, now, I was simply admiring your wit... my Architect. Or, if it were afterhours... would it be simply 'Hades'?"

Hythlodaeus raises himself up a little to fix his friend with a mischievous look. He certainly doesn't mind going back to their little scenario...

"After all, you could hardly shoo me away with paperwork if I came to see you as a friend, not a subordinate."

How can he be so obtuse after calling me oblivious?

He grudgingly looks back towards Hythlodaeus. If he tries to correct his friend, it will ruin the mood further. "I would not shoo you away. But alone as we would be in my office after the rest had gone home..." He reaches up and trails a finger down his friend's cheek. "I would remove your mask, and my own, so that we may freely gaze upon each other as we come together."

Hythlodaeus exhales softly at that, his cheeks growing redder. He wouldn't say it right now, not to detract from the moment, but... He has been missing the kind of privacy Amaurotine garb allowed. On the first few days the sheer shock of always seeing other people openly, - and having to be just as open himself, - took up too much space in his mind for Hythlodaeus to think about it further... But now that he's gotten a little more used to it, being so exposed all the time is starting to grate on his nerves. The sight of another's face or body is meant to be something precious, treasured for its rarity, a revelation borne of trust, not... left haphazardly all over the place, as though it's mundane, as though it barely matters.

"Well now, then I would only hope that you enjoy gazing upon me as much as I do upon you," Hythlodaeus murmurs, pushing those thoughts aside. "I am a lucky man indeed, to know one of the Fourteen so intimately..."

He dips his head suddenly, close enough that his lips are almost brushing against Hades's.

"But I would also tell you that working so hard is no good for your health. Mayhap I ought to be more direct in my attempts to distract you, most eminent Emet-Selch... A mess can always be cleaned up, after all."

It is his turn to flush but he does not waver. Somehow it's so much easier to weather Hythlodaeus' flirting now. A part of him wishes he could shed this body or mould it anew let his friend have him in the truest sense, Solus zos Galvus being but another mask in a long line of previous. Alas...

"I suppose," he allows, leaning once more into their playful act. He traces idle circles around one nipple, resisting the urge to kiss Hythlodaeus again. "Then how would you propose to distract me, my ever-mindful second?"

That touch is nice, and Hythlodaeus smirks against Hades's lips, pleased with it.

"Well, now... I do wonder if I would in fact need to do aught. My mere presence has always seemed to be a distraction for you, and even when all I offer is silence, you are awfully eager to fill it..."

He leans down to whisper in his friend's ear.

"So mayhaps I would simply stay there and watch you work. The way you hold your quill. The light of the lamps reflected on your features. The way you grow still when you are deep in thought. How would it feel, Hades? To feel my gaze on you, to know that I take in your every movement, the way your aether shifts and flows--all those little things, hidden thoughts, concealed desires... Mayhaps I would simply need to remind you how aware I am of them. How there is precious little you could hide from me."

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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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