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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."
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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.
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"'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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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."
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"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."
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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?"
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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."
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"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.
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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.
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"'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.
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"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."
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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.
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"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.
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"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.
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"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.
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"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."
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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."
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"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."
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"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?"
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"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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The words he wants to speak die upon his lips, joining a grave of impulses he tries hard to bury. Memories of peaceful times long past are faint and yet oh so clear in parts: he can picture his office, dark and austere, lit by the soft, warm glow of its lamps; Hythlodaeus, seated nearby with his chin in his hands, watching his beloved work through last minute details of a formal request to their bureau.
His mouth goes dry and his heart thuds. He can imagine the weight of his friend's gaze, how distracting it and their little smile must be, how Hythlodaeus' keen sight would note the minute fluctuations of his soul no matter what front he put on.
He swallows, feeling far more naked than flesh would suggest. Neither of them have their Sight here, but Hythlodaeus knows him well enough to not need it.
"Only watch?" he murmurs back, sliding his hand up the other man's torso until it rests over their heart. "You would do naught but watch, even as my soul yearns for yours?"
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"They do say half the pleasure is in the anticipation. Besides... 'tis sweet indeed to see you get worked up. After all, that way it becomes harder and harder for you to hide how you feel, how I make you feel."
He draws back to lock eyes with his friend again, his expression both self-satisfied and affectionate as he puts a hand over Hades's, pressing it tighter to his chest.
"For even now you try to misdirect, to appear more, mm, collected than you are. And I have seen firsthand just how well you manage to fool others. A mystery you've always been, a riddle to unravel... and how pleasant and satisfying it is to unravel it, over and over again. And even more so to know that I am one of the two to ever manage it."
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He tries several times to speak, only for words to fail him. His arousal stands stiffly, embarrassingly, roused by mere suggestion and wordplay. He--
He wants. He wants. Hythlodaeus is right: he cannot fool his friend. They've danced around it long enough.
"'Daeus," he says thickly. "Enough. Have me already. I-- I don't wish to wait any longer."
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Hythlodaeus exhales a shaky breath at the request, his fingers digging into Hades's flesh a little tighter, his own eyes darkening with desire. His nonchalance was but a front too, after all - at best, he's simply better at keeping it than Hades; a better actor.
Maybe he ought to say something, but right now Hythlodaeus feels like dragging it out any longer would be cruel to both of them--and it's not particularly as though he can think of something to say. So instead he leans down, taking Hades's face in both hands, and kisses him - deceptively slow at first, but very quickly growing in passion and hunger, a mark of his impatience and need, fingers curling into his friend's hair. He keeps it up until they're both out of breath, draws back for a brief moment to get some air into his lungs, and seals their lips together once more, positively ravenous, almost drunk on the intimacy of the situation, on being allowed to have Hades like this.
Eventually Hythlodaeus breaks away once more, licking his lips, presses his forehead against his friend's.
"Hades..."
It's a desperate whisper, his voice trembling, the overwhelming desire all the more prominent in how quietly the name is said. He swallows thickly--by the heavens, he should get back on track, they won't actually get anywhere like this, but it's so hard to think right now, with the sheer want flooding his mind. He wants to have his friend, any, every way, body and soul and mind and everything, give him as much pleasure as Hades wants--no, needs, deserves in Hythlodaeus's eyes. And that is an unquantifiable amount, indeed.
With a groan Hythlodaeus forces himself to sit up, shifts off Hades's waist - much as he doesn't want to break contact, it will be more than worth it soon. He gropes around for the lube, and as he slicks his fingers, waiting for it to warm up, Hythlodaeus finds himself eyeing Hades's erect cock hungrily, more thoughts rising in his mind. Certainly his friend wants to be had right now, but... how interesting it would be to ride him, to put him in a position of seeming control, yet in truth the opposite of it. Hmmm. Quite the fitting metaphor for their relationship, really...
He returns to his waiting friend--lover--and settles between his legs, pressing a finger against his entrance gently. Though he's gathered Hades has had... just about all manners of adventures in Duplicity, he's not keen on simply assuming, so for now he slowly presses a single finger in, and looks up at Hades--which, for better or for worse, makes his eyes fall on the man's member again.
...Well, damn it all. Hythlodaeus has always been the curious sort, and besides, Hades had given him the permission back in the bathroom. With a thoughtful hum Hythlodaeus reaches out to wrap his free hand around Hades's cock and stroke it slowly, running his thumb over the tip as though exploring, all the while letting his finger go deeper inside the man.
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"'Daeus..." he murmurs back.
The anticipation only grows when his friend moves away to apply lubricant to his fingers. Hades draws his knees up, cheeks growing warm at his own brazenness. But he doesn't falter. He wants this. He wants it more than he can express in words. If his soul could speak, it would have long since drawn Hythlodaeus' in and merged with it. Such pleasure is one he had dared not fully take back in that other city, lest he absorb and consume the shards from sheer density of his own.
He sucks in a sharp breath when the first finger breaches him and spreads a little wider. It doesn't escape him the way his friend and lover eyes him, and especially his turgid length. If it were anyone else, he might be embarrassed to have such a clear sign of his arousal ogled. But it's Hythlodaeus: neither of them have anything shameful to hide from the other. At least, not about their bodies.
"Ah...!"
A violent twitch greets the hand which wraps around his cock. His hands scrabble for purchase on the sheets. His hips thrust upwards and he trembles, gasping. Gods above, yes. Yes.
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