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Hythlodaeus tries to force himself to breathe evenly, stay in control, but there is a moment of tension, a dilation of his pupils that betrays all too clearly how much Hades's openness affects him. There's the sheer physical desire, of course, but more than that there's the dizzying knowledge that Hades would be honest with him - not something afforded to many, as Hythlodaeus well knows. That trust, that vulnerability is more alluring than merely physical intimacy - perhaps because it is a testament to the strength of their bond.

His eyes never leaving Hades's face, Hythlodaeus gently but quickly spins them around, pressing his lover up against the wall, one hand winding into his hair to keep a tight hold on his head as he closes the distance between them to kiss Hades, slow but thorough, giving him no room to break it. He has a feeling that this kind of insistent attention is what Hades wants - and thinking about it, perhaps that has been obvious all along, given the history of their friendship, both between the two of them and Azem.

He only has time for a short, sharp gasp before Hythlodaeus seals his mouth in a deep kiss. He's never truly seen this side of his friend before. Glimpsed it, perhaps, when someone pushes Hythlodaeus beyond even his immense patience. Glimpsed it again that first night when emotions ran high and closeted desire finally spilled over into open want. But now his friend is off the leash, so to speak - is this what they are truly like?

He is not being afforded any leeway. Hythlodaeus' fingers are wound tightly into his hair, with prickling pain accompanying even the slightest movement. Hades wraps his arms around his lover's back and dizzily surrenders to their direction. The taste of the spiced wine lingers on both their tongues.

"Mm... mm..." His fingers curl into the back of Hythlodaeus' shirt.

Edited 2021-12-24 15:32 (UTC)

Those little noises, the way Hades clings to him, the tension of his body in Hythlodaeus's arms - all those things feel like they're getting him drunk faster than any kind of alcohol could. Hythlodaeus presses even closer against Hades as though annoyed that there's still the distance of flesh between them, slides a knee between his lover's legs. He's starting to run out of breath, but rather than make him relent it only prompts Hythlodaeus to be rougher, hungrier with the kiss - and when he's finally forced to break it to get some air it only lasts a couple of moments before he tips Hades's head back slightly, busying himself with nipping and sucking at his lower lip. As if he means to truly have every last bit of his bonded, the taste and scent and feel of him, his every reaction.

Stuttering, breathy moans escape him now. His meagre grasp of Hythlodaeus' shirt serves as his only leverage as he ruts slowly against the leg between his thighs. It's not enough It's never enough. He uses the break from their kiss to gasp for air, withholding nothing from his bonded.

Ahh, how stifling their flesh and blood forms are, he thinks desperately. He craves the touch of his bondmate's soul, the surety of their embrace, the purity of their love. A pity that the closest they can approach bliss is through the physical expression of their desire.

That said, he has never felt more secure than he does now in their grasp. "'Daeus," he whispers breathlessly, staring up at his lover. "Tell me what you want of me."

There is indeed a degree of intimacy to this that goes beyond the usual; not that their relationship wants for affection and openness, but this... this stirs something in Hythlodaeus, a feeling he doesn't quite have a name for. Possessiveness, perhaps, but without the stifling selfishness that normally accompanies the word. It's the knowledge that Hades belongs to him, much as Hythlodaeus himself belongs to Hades; the feeling that there is nothing else in his world but his lover. His lips part slightly as Hades poses the question, so breathless and vulnerable.

You. I want all of you.

But though that's perhaps the most accurate expression of how Hythlodaeus feels, saying it now, when asked for a command to give... it feels a little juvenile. He takes a deeper breath, steadying himself, keeping his voice confident and a little teasing as he replies.

"I want... for you to be as open as you can be. So that there is naught you could conceal from me."

Hythlodaeus smiles, trailing a finger down the side of Hades's neck, though his own heart is beating madly with excitement.

"Bare yourself."

He swallows, heart thudding. Usually it is he trying to wrestle his friend into behaving. Seeing how easily they slip into the dominating role, Hades realises that this is perhaps the truest expression of their relationship. Hythlodaeus has ever done as he pleased, manipulating others (i.e. him) into following in his wake. In day to day matters, it is exasperating. But right now Hades would not have it any other way.

Unable to tear his eyes away from Hythlodaeus' own, he reaches towards the collar of his shirt and starts to undo the buttons. One by one, popping them out of their neat little column. A sliver of skin reveals itself to his lover's hungry gaze. Then a line. Until finally, he pulls the shirt down off his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor by their feet.

Bare yourself, Hythlodaeus had said. In more than simply literal terms. He covers the hand trailing down his neck and gently shifts it lower, pressing it against his chest.

"As if I could hide anything from your keen eyes," he breathes against his lover's lips.

His breath deepens as Hades undoes the buttons, a hunger indeed in his eyes. Hythlodaeus lets Hades press his hand against his skin, feeling the other man's chest under his touch, brushes his thumb across the nipple.

"Ah, but there is much difference between seeing... and being shown," he replies with a smile, tipping Hades's chin up with his other hand. "And you have yet to show me everything."

He sucks in a short breath, shifting his hips ever so slightly for that bit more friction against his friend's thigh. It's all the movement that he's allowed in Hythlodaeus' confined embrace. Warmth blooms in his gut, arousal darkening his eyes.

"'Daeus..." he whispers. Beneath their hands his chest rises and falls with each breath, telegraphing each sharp intake. He lets his hand slip down, brushing past stomach, over abdomen, until it grasps the buckle of his belt. Hythlodaeus is right - he has yet to show his friend everything.

It requires both his hands to undo the buckle and loosen the belt. Ah, but there's one small impediment--

"Your leg," he murmurs, cheeks flushed pink.

Though it was indeed the heat of the moment that made Hythlodaeus forget about that, he sees no reason not to take the chance to once again assert his dominance, pointedly pressing his leg up against Hades's clothed erection and only then finally withdrawing.

"Do continue."

With a smile, Hythlodaeus steps back to sit down on the bed, leaning back on his hands, clearly intent to enjoy the show.

He lets out a soft yet audibly frustrated groan when Hythlodaeus parts from him. Though it isn't that far to the bed, the gap feels like an interminable distance. It's cold.

Mindful of his friend's watchful gaze, he pushes down his pants the rest of the way, letting the belt's weight drag it down before stepping out of the legs. The suggestive bulge of his erection is plain to see, especially in the modern underclothes this land (and the previous one) carries. His cheeks grow a little darker as he thumbs the waistband, extremely conscious of how he once decried these performative acts as obscene.

He carefully pulls the briefs down, having to bend to step out of it properly. When he straightens again, his erection hangs stiffly between his thighs, not quite fully turgid but flushed and wanting.

Though he tries to maintain an easy composure, Hythlodaeus's heart thuds with excitement as Hades undresses, his eyes following his lover's every movement. He gives a shaky exhale when Hades is finally fully bared, digs his fingers into the linens of the bed slightly. It's such an intoxicating feeling to have so much power over his friend, to be in charge through consent instead of force - not that he ever would dare employ force in the first place, but being trusted like this is no less sweet for that.

"Come here."

Hythlodaeus's voice is low with arousal as he eyes Hades hungrily, nodding to him slightly to approach and patting his own lap to indicate where exactly he wants him.

Approach he does, drawn in as much by Hythlodaeus' gaze as his command. No clarification has been given as to how his friend wants him to sit astride their lap so he takes the initiative of straddling it, slowly sinking down on to the mattress with a hand on their shoulder to steady his descent.

Once he's settled, he takes a deep breath and meets his lover's hungry gaze.

"Do you like what you see?" he whispers, feeling so very vulnerable beneath those piercing eyes. Every ilm of him is there for Hythlodaeus to devour and the trepidation makes his heart beat all the faster.

Again Hythlodaeus's desire is betrayed not just by the hunger in his eyes, but by the way he swallows as Hades straddles his lap, the tightness of his grip as he takes hold of Hades's hips. He takes a few long moments to appreciate the sight of his lover, the well-developed muscles of his bulkier (if shorter) frame, the flush in his cheeks, the vulnerability in his eyes and his posture.

"How could I not?" He murmurs in response, a faint smile on his face but his eyes dark with desire. And yet as much as he wants to take, it's proving quite exciting to make Hades give.

"Kiss me." Though perhaps normally a request, it's an order this time, Hythlodaeus not even leaning in to make it easier - yet another way to establish his dominance.

His slightly shorter stature works in both their favours now, placing Hades' face level with his partner's. Hythlodaeus' hands rest firmly on his hips, reminding him that the other man remains fully clothed. He wishes he could undress them too so that they might enjoy the warmth of each other's skin, but such is part of the control Hythlodaeus is exerting over their play. He is here to submit this time, not to lead.

Cupping his lover's cheek, he leans in and captures their lips. Unlike their prior kiss, this one is affectionate: nipping, sucking at Hythlodaeus' bottom lip, earnestly trying to tempt his friend into rewarding him with something more substantial for his obedience. A touch, a caress - anything. His naked body aches for attention.

His heart flutters warmly at the intimacy of the situation as Hythlodaeus kisses back, basking in his friend's touch and wordless yearning. And it's so hard, so hard not to give in to it, but Hythlodaeus feels that he needs to keep playing this role for a while longer.

He does not leave Hades entirely without reward, though, bringing one hand up to first cup the back of his neck as if to hold him in place for the kiss... but then slowly slides his index and middle fingers down Hades's spine, pressing his nails into the skin just slightly - a single, traveling point of contact, hopefully all the more impactful given the scarcity of other stimulation.

A light shiver follows the run of Hythlodaeus' finger. The razor-thin point of contact, bereft of other tactile motions, has him curving like a cat beneath it. All that is missing is a purr.

"Mm, 'Daeus..."

He kisses a little harder, pressing forward. His loins throb as his cock brushes against Hythlodaeus' thigh. Teasingly, he begins to rut slowly against it. A motion as much for his benefit as it is for his friend's. Stopping him from taking liberties, after all, is as much part of the game as compliance is.

Hythlodaeus chuckles into the kiss, absolutely endeared with the response, and lets Hades deepen it. The rutting, however, is something that he recognizes he ought to curb - for now, at the very least. He digs his nails deeper into Hades's back, the other hand tightening his hold on his hip to keep Hades from moving.

"My, how very eager," he murmurs, teasing, after breaking the kiss and pulling away slightly, the familiar smug smile on his face. "And I've barely even touched you, Hades."

He licks his lips, smirking faintly.

"While I'm sure you are enjoying yourself already, part of the fun of being the dominant partner is in enforcing the boundaries which have been set. Am I wrong?"

He doesn't try to fight Hythlodaeus' grip. No, he said he would comply and he will - even if he aches otherwise. Instead, he languidly wraps his arms around his lover's shoulders and gives them another kiss.

"I take it pleasuring myself in any way is out of the question then," he murmurs. "I am quite at your mercy."

Hythlodaeus's face lights up at that affirmation of their dynamic - even though there are many familiar things about this kind of play, it's still quite new to Hythlodaeus himself. Having things spelled out clearly, Hades's desires and expectations, helps greatly.

"That you are," he replies, smirking in kind. One hand still on Hades's back, he raises the other to cup his lover's face, then slowly slide his fingers down from Hades's neck to his chest, stopping to lightly pinch a nipple. "If you do pleasure yourself, 'twill be at my command."

... And even as he says it it occurs to Hythlodaeus that it would, indeed, be something to see. Making Hades do something so shameless, fully bare, stretched out on the bed or, yes, perhaps on his knees, stroking himself and moaning out Hythlodaeus's name. Yes. It would be quite sweet... Hythlodaeus smirks to himself, raising his gaze to look Hades direct in the eye.

"But you have already, have you not? Sought bliss as you thought of me?"

He cannot help a small jolt at the pinch to his nipple, sensitive and hard as it already is thanks to the coolness of the room. But it's not an unpleasant jolt - he's already imagining what Hythlodaeus may ask of him, how far his friend would be willing to go to 'shame' him...and it elicits a strange sort of excitement he hasn't felt before. To have their discerning eye watching as his self-control falls apart... He would only debase himself because he knows Hythlodaeus is selfish enough to keep such sights to himself (and the Warriors of Light if pressed).

All the same, his eyes cannot help but widen at the question. His gaze darts aside before he can help it, giving away the answer before it's even spoken.

"I wasn't thinking of you specifically..."

That glance, indeed, is enough to tell Hythlodaeus the answer - and it's all the more fun now that Hades is too shy to admit it openly. He smiles, shamelessly continuing to feel his partner up.

"Truly? Not even since I first had you? And I remember your mind wandering to me quite clearly even before that."

After all, it was Hades's brief moment of indulgent thoughts that brought them together in the first place.

He shifts in place slightly to ease the prickling in his calves. Dragging his gaze back around (though still not looking Hythlodaeus in the eye), he replies, pink-cheeked.

"After you first had me...yes. I would dream about you as we lay in bed together, imagine you laying your hands upon me in the dark, whispering those embarrassingly sweet words of yours in my ear - yet I hated myself for wanting you, blaming that city for introducing in me a thirst I could not quell alone. 'Twas a thirst which only grew worse after we joined our souls together for the first time."

He gently rubs the fine hairs at the nape of his lover's neck.

"When I was alone in that gaol, I thought of not only you but Irhya and Felih. I pushed you all away to spare you the pain of parting, for I had already known it once and couldn't bear to experience it again. But left to myself, all I could think of was how much I missed you all. So when we were finally home again, I...could not help myself."

At long last, he makes himself look Hythlodaeus squarely in the eye, heart fluttering unsteadily as he deliberately pitches his voice low. "Even if I were to seek out bliss on my own, neither my own hand nor my own thoughts would suffice. I need you, 'Daeus. Tell me what you want of me so that I may find it."

He keeps his eyes on Hades the whole time, unable to look away, drinking in his every blush, his every little movement - and when Hades finally looks at him, Hythlodaeus's eyes are full of hunger, one that perhaps goes beyond merely physical lust.

Wordlessly, he draws Hades closer, making him press flush against Hythlodaeus's own body, and leans in to capture his lips in a kiss, slow and deep. There are other things he wants to do, of course, but right now he needs this contact, some outlet for his affection and desire. And when they finally part Hythlodaeus doesn't quite relent, dotting kisses along the line of his jaw and up to the ear, winding one hand into Hades's hair to keep him in place as he nips at his earlobe before finally replying.

"Well, Agesandros... I want to know what you want, so that I can decide whether to give it to you," Hythlodaeus murmurs, a hint - well, more than a hint - of smug possessiveness in his voice. He still keeps a tight hold on Hades's head, too, leaning a little lower to brush his lips against his lover's neck. "You have learnt much in that city, have you not? 'Tis quite unfair to keep it from me. The things that make your heart race, that make your head spin, that make you forget yourself utterly... I would have them all at my disposal."

There's a slight curl in his tone at that last part - a playful threat that isn't a threat at all, but a declaration of his right to be able to completely overwhelm Hades.

A pleasant tingle coils in his chest and disperses to the far ends of him. Though it chafes to do so with his loins pulsing so insistently, he dutifully holds still as Hythlodaeus' lips roam up to his ear.

Counting his breaths helps somewhat, until his friend outlines their demand. Then his heart skips a few beats and he has to swallow past a tight throat.

He knows very well how Hythlodaeus can pounce upon weakness and exploit it. Not merely in battle but in personal relations. For that reason, anything he truly wished kept secret he held close to his breast - and so volunteering his vulnerabilities would truly be giving his bonded power over their intimacy.

It would be easy to confuse his nervousness with fear. But it is not fear, no. He does not fear Hythlodaeus. Yet all the same, it takes him a good minute of squirming before he can speak.

"I...want you to take away any control I have. I want to be bound. Have my senses deprived. Held down so I cannot move. For once, I want to be led by another instead of leading. I- I am tired of leading." His fingers press into Hythlodaeus' skin. "There is much and more I know of but have yet to try. But I also want to please you, my friend. My beloved. If there is aught you have dreamt of having me do..."

Hythlodaeus sucks in a sharper breath as Hades finally reveals his desires; they are... perhaps not unexpected, but more intense than he might have thought. With how close they are, Hades can probably feel Hythlodaeus's heart thud faster with excitement - both at the thought of doing such things with him and at being trusted so completely. A part of him wants to just flip them around, press Hades into the bed and take him, as thoroughly as the other man wants - but that, too, would be moving too quickly...

Hythlodaeus takes in another deep breath, pulling back slightly so that he can look Hades in the eye. He lessens his hold on his head a little, instead gently stroking his fingers through his lover's hair.

"... I want to see you like that. I want to see you overwhelmed but unable to escape the stimulation. I want to hear you beg, Hades. I want you to show me how much you desire me." He grins, leaning in and tipping his head as though to kiss him again, but instead merely purrs against Hades's lips. "You are still holding back, are you not? Not by my hand, but your own. Tsk, tsk. Unfair, Hades."

He sits back again, more fully this time, letting go of Hades as well, as though expecting him to leave his lap... which, well, he is.

"On your knees. Before me."

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