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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."

Oh, that is patently unfair.

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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Hythlodaeus smirks, his heart singing, presses a kiss to Hades's neck just below the ear.

"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."

The longer he holds Hythlodaeus' gaze, the more he has to resist the urge to squirm. His friend has always had piercing eyes. The sort to look deep within and understand the heart better than he ever could. What use his own talent with the Underworld if one couldn't understand a man's heart after all? Isn't that why Hythlodaeus made an excellent chief of their bureau?

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."

Though Hythlodaeus's expression doesn't change much, maintaining that same air of satisfied ease, the subtle differences are all the more prominent in a situation like this. His breathing grows deeper the longer he looks at his friend, the way he falters and tenses, the way his agitation grows more and more noticeable - at the very least, noticeable to someone who can read him. His eyes roam Hades's face, indeed taking in everything: the tiny changes in expression, the trembling of his lips, the growing vulnerability in his eyes - all things that are precious, almost humbling to behold.

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.

He kisses back with just as much ardour, if not more, deaf to the quiet whimper he makes when Hythlodaeus finally draws away. He runs a tongue over his lips, panting quietly, a lustful glaze in his darkened eyes. His desire could not be more plain even to those with less keen eyes.

"'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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That reaction sends a jolt through Hythlodaeus, a shock of dark warmth through his body. How amazing it is, to watch Hades's self-control unravel, to see him in this much more open, shameless state.

Hythlodaeus swallows thickly, grits his teeth with the effort of keeping his thoughts steady. He wants, needs more of this, to see Hades come apart, overwhelm him again and again--but which way to choose to get there? He wants to do everything at once, and not even the thought that there will yet be a lot of time to try out more things helps. At the same time he wants to give Hades what the man wants - every inch of himself, as Hades had aptly put it, - and he's worried about overwhelming him too early. And yet...

Oh, to hell with it. Just a little will be fine, Hythlodaeus tells himself. Just a little, and he can always stop in time for them to have even more enjoyment of each other...

He shoots Hades a brief look, hungry and hopeful and curious all at once, and shifts his hand lower, to the base of his member... and then leans in to drag the tip of his tongue along his length, then take Hades's tip into his mouth, tracing it with his tongue, as though trying to memorize the shape. At the same time, he adds a second finger, curls them a little, massaging at Hades's insides, then scissors gently before pulling his fingers out and going back in, setting up a slow rhythm.

"Oh, gods above... 'Daeus--!"

The quiet words slip out before he bites down hard on his lip. He feels Hythlodaeus' fingers working their way in, which is its own pleasure in a way, but whatever small discomfort he feels is wholly superseded by his lover's tongue. Gripping the edges of the bed, he trembles as a hot flush sears through his skin and the head of his cock slowly swells dark red. The pleasure sends his thoughts careening out of alignment.

"More," he begs softly. What does he care if it's shameless? Soon enough they will be bonded. He closes his eyes, heart racing at a nervous clip. It's strange - he never used to care so much about sex before. But now it's the only way he can feel the depth of his lover's affection.

Breathing heavily, his eyes flutter open again to watch Hythlodaeus work his mouth along his flushed cock. Just minutes ago, it had been him in that position. "If-- if you feel along carefully inside, you should find...a sensitive spot that incites greater pleasure," he says thickly.

Hythlodaeus makes a curious hum at the advice - after all, it's true that he is the less experienced out of the two of them... but he did always pride himself on being a quick learner. He shifts his wrist position so he can reach deeper, curling his fingers as he explores.

And much as Hythlodaeus tries to remind himself that this was supposed to be just a little, it's so exhilarating to hear, feel Hades's reactions to what he does--so Hythlodaeus bobs his head down, taking more of his lover into his mouth before drawing up again. He tries to recall what it felt like to have Hades do this to him, tries to figure out how to replicate it - and even if Hythlodaeus is inexperienced, his attention to detail and natural inquisitiveness and willingness to both experiment and adjust help make up for it greatly. He establishes a slow, thorough rhythm, paying attention to how his lover reacts as, experimentally, he tries to take in more and more of him with each movement, slowing down a little to force his throat to relax once it starts getting more than he can easily take.

There'll be time enough to explain exactly what he's asking Hythlodaeus to look for later. For now, Hades focuses on trying not to writhe too much as his lover's tongue draws his pleasure out in slow, languid strokes. The last thing he wants is for Hythlodaeus to choke in the middle of his work. Is this torture? He would be willing to classify this as torture. He has no other words for the excruciatingly slow pace and thorough attention paid to him.

Fingers flexing against the mattress and toes curling, he takes in deep, steady breaths and slowly lets them out again. Either by accident or design, his lover's fingers brush right over his prostate and a frisson crawls its way up his spine. His body jolts and he cries out softly.

"'Daeus..." he breathes out, not even fully conscious of doing so. "'Daeus..."

His cries only grow louder and more ardent as time passes. The harder Hythlodaeus goes, the tighter his loins wind. It swells hotter than any furnace, deeper than the pitch black touch of his god. He doesn't know if Hythlodaeus intends to push him all the way, but he welcomes the fall.

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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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sends hyth to horny jail

locks him inside and throws away the key

READ MY PORN NOVEL I GUESS

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