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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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But it's too much all at once.
One last stroke proves the tipping point. Hades convulses with a cry and bucks upwards as relentless waves of unadulterated pleasure wash over him. His seed spills across their stomachs and Hythlodaeus' hand, pulsing, it seems, with the rapid beat of his heart. His hips continue to rock until the orgasm finally subsides, whereupon he slumps bonelessly upon the bed, panting. He feels weak - as though he has run several malms without rest. The last time he'd felt this way had been after that rigorous mating session with Felih.
Curse this prison of flesh, he thinks as he drapes an arm around Hythlodaeus' shoulders, gently stroking his lover's hair. How else to convey the depth of his affection but through these paltry gestures?
"'Daeus," he murmurs faintly, kissing him gently on the outer shell of his ear. "I missed you."
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"Well now, Hades... Can you truly miss something that has only just taken place? Or was it more than just self-awareness that you granted my shade?" Hythlodaeus murmurs, his tone playful - he's a little too dazed to think whether or not that's a good choice of what to say. Feeling a little strength return to him, though, Hythlodaeus finally pulls out with a groan - he's still sensitive, but right now he just wants to lie down next to Hades. They can clean up later.
"I missed you too," he murmurs, making himself comfortable against his friend and lover, wrapping his arms around him. "Across those twelve millennia, know that I've missed you, wherever I'd gone."
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He shifts on to his side, leaving his arm draped across Hythlodaeus' waist. His back and thighs already ache. It will probably be difficult to walk tomorrow, but that is a problem for later. Mayhap he can even solicit a little pampering from his friend because of it.
After leaning in for a leisurely, affectionate kiss, he tucks himself against his taller friend and closes his eyes as though to sleep. They really ought to clean up first, but he's tired. Emotionally and physically.
"Would that you could stay by my side for the rest of time."