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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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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One of the things primarily occupying Hythlodaeus's mind, however, is his own burning, growing need - and, with great effort, he finally makes himself let go of Hades, withdrawing both his fingers and his lips. He looks up at his lover, chest heaving as he tries to get his breath back, shivering with desire. He's not sure he can even think anymore, as such, and that's another drawback of being reduced to only physical affection, the sheer amount of effort needed to coordinate one's actions.
Hythlodaeus runs a hand down his face, exhaling a shaky breath as he tries to get himself under control. If this had been at an earlier stage, he likely would have asked what Hades wanted him to do next--but right now Hythlodaeus is more than certain neither of them could really be bothered to articulate anything. So he slowly pulls himself up, sitting up with some effort, fumbles around for the condom, barely manages to open the package with trembling fingers. A thought occurs at the back of his mind that for the next time they really should prepare in advance to avoid these awkward if minute delays.
Putting it on is a bit of an effort, too, and Hythlodaeus bites at his lip as he slides his hand down himself, so sensitive he is at that point. He applies a generous amount of lubricant, too - he isn't willing to risk any level of discomfort for his lover. And as he looks up at Hades he can't help his heart skipping a beat at how wonderful he looks, so open and flushed and vulnerable and eager, all at once. If only there were words, anything to express how it makes him feel, from protectiveness to adoration to the deepest devotion, a kind of love that can only be felt, not explained.
"Hades..."
Hythlodaeus manages to murmur the name as he positions himself, his tip pressing against the entrance. He's still trying to take it a little slow, to avoid overwhelming them both too quickly, despite how much he longs for much, much closer contact. His eyes are locked to Hades's, searching his face for any clue or sign of discomfort as he slowly presses in, giving them both time to adjust.
"A-aah..."
Yet even at a slower pace it's so much, that feeling of heat and tightness around him, knowing he's inside Hades, - it feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest. His breath comes shorter, shakier as he keeps going in, wondering how much of him his lover is willing to take.
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He can't help but chuckle quietly at his friend's fumbling, sitting up a little to help him open the packet. Oily fingers do not make for the best purchase upon foil wrapping. Once they have it open, he brushes a kiss against Hythlodaeus' mouth and lies back down, attempting a reassuring smile to allay some of his lover's apprehension.
Soon enough, a blunt head is pressing at his rear. He draws his knees up again and shifts as it pushes in, stretching him, filling him, and then finally coming to rest. Hades breathes in deep and crosses his ankles behind Hythlodaeus' back, nudging him as far in as is possible. There are no words to describe the quiet bliss he feels. This is right. It feels right.
Reaching up, he takes his friend's hand and interlaces their fingers, using it as leverage to draw them down so he can gently kiss them.
"Everything," he whispers, as though he knows what unspoken question is lingering on Hythlodaeus' tongue. "I would have everything you are willing to give and more." In case the other man needs encouragement, he takes the initiative of rolling his hips upward to ease them into the motion.
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He lets himself push in all the way at the encouragement, a soundless moan leaving his lips, then adjusts his position to make moving easier. He pulls out halfway, once again starting slowly to give them both time to adjust - and maybe it's Hythlodaeus himself who needs it more, this being the first time he actually got to lay with someone, least of all someone he loved. Yet at the same time he's determined to give Hades what he wants and needs, to do right by his lover, and so Hythlodaeus gradually starts to move faster, groaning softly. It's not without its price, in a way - so much harder to keep his breathing even, with his heart beating madly and the golden fire of pleasure circulating through him. But the payoff is so much more than worth the effort of trying to keep himself steady.
Hythlodaeus leans closer again to catch Hades's lips in his, draw him into another kiss, deep and thorough and passionate, one that lasts until he's out of breath. Once he breaks it, Hythlodaeus doesn't pull away, but instead brings up a hand to cup his lover's face, tangle his fingers in his hair - all the while settling into a quicker rhythm, experimenting with pulling out further before going back in.
"Hades... I-It feels amazing. You feel amazing..."
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These only stop when they kiss, but Hades clutches his hand all the tighter when they part, cheeks flushed and expression full of nothing but abject want. With every back and forth his hard cock rubs against his lover's abdomen, and considering how thoroughly Hythlodaeus had tended to him before they came together, he knows he'll ultimately be the first to hit his peak.
(Then again, if this truly is his friend's first time...)
"You are...truly..." He breaks off with a shudder. "Truly a fiend," he finishes with a groan. That wave had been close. So very close. How can Hythlodaeus keep up such a steady rhythm? It's driving Hades mad. "I... I--"
He tries to drive himself against his friend's cock, seeking that final tipping point and failing miserably. He's not in control and the sweet tension his nerves sit upon is as maddening as it is addictive. Meeting his friend's eyes, he pleads silently for release.
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But here the tradeoff is so much more powerful than it would be in debate, and it's a brief time indeed before Hythlodaeus gasps out helplessly, his eyes sliding shut, moans out his lover's name - again, and again, - and grabs onto him desperately, rocking his full length inside Hades as the wave of pleasure washes over him, carrying away everything, a flood of searing fire through his mind. His hips move reflexively for a brief while more before he finally stills, gulping air against Hades's neck in half-sobs, tears in the corners of his eyes - another proof of just how far it took him.
Some time passes, and Hythlodaeus has no idea whether it's short or not, before he finally feels in control of his body again, incredibly weak though it is. He's not certain he can move yet, even though the rational part of his mind says that he probably should, if only so they can lie down more comfortably - but he has a feeling he's not moving anywhere, at least not until the trembling in his limbs dies down. He exhales a quiet breath, warm air against Hades's skin, nuzzles into his neck weakly as he allows himself to simply bask in the utter bliss of the afterglow.
"Hades..."
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