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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."

His eyes widen slightly. His lips part slightly, as though to speak - or to close that minute gap between them with the kiss Hythlodaeus withholds. He almost does.

Then his friend sits back further, denying him the chance, all the while smiling in that coy way they have.

His body half-follows before he can stop himself. Sitting back on his heels he exhales in a rush, feeling the ache keenly once more, that steady pulse of arousal which waxes and wanes according to Hythlodaeus' whim. Frustrating. Distracting. And they're still clothed! His hands itch to tear the cloth away, to rut until he finds satisfaction.

Twelve thousand years and he can't even wait five minutes. Hah...

Reluctantly, he slips off the bed and kneels on the floor. This is what he wants, he reminds himself. He wants control taken from him, to make it all the sweeter when Hythlodaeus finally deigns to have him - or even if he doesn't, he suddenly thinks with a shudder. Perhaps his friend will simply watch as he climaxes with their name on his lips. Hythlodaeus always did find pleasure in watching.

Hythlodaeus does enjoy watching, indeed - his eyes hungrily follow Hades all the way, taking in everything... including that little shudder. Hythlodaeus permits himself a small smirk at that, but right now his attention is occupied by the realization of how exciting it is to have Hades kneeling like that, utterly bared, flushed and flustered. Briefly, he wonders just how far Hades would let him embarrass him, and a pleasant shiver runs through him at that. Yes, it will be fun exploring that...

He lets his gaze roam his lover's naked body, a little longer than strictly necessary, and then Hythlodaeus reaches out with a foot to press on the head of Hades's cock - lightly, for now, meant to tease and gently humiliate.

"And what are you thinking about now, Hades?"

His voice is a mischievous purr, a suggestion that he'd noticed Hades's moment of shuddering, but not saying it outright yet.

His breath hitches when Hythlodaeus' foot touches his cock. Stars above, if he didn't trust his friend with his life, he would be shying away right now. Instead his fingers dig into his knees as he resists the urge to move, chest visibly heaving from the effort.

Trying and failing to steady himself, he murmurs, "If I tell you, will you...touch me? 'Tis cruel of you to deny me your hand for so long. Even just one stroke..."

Hythlodaeus bites at his lip, drunk on the rush of power at seeing Hades so vulnerable, so affected. It goes both ways, of course, and he himself isn't certain how long he'll be able to keep playing his role before the desire to be closer takes him over and he drags Hades back onto the bed to make love until they're both spent.

Forcing himself to breathe slowly, Hythlodaeus leans forward a little with a coy smile, pressing down a little harder before withdrawing his foot to leave Hades wanting all the more.

"Why, certainly. If you just do what I say, my dear Agesandros, you shall have your reward."

He's definitely going to remember "just one stroke", though. But that will be for Hades to find out a little later.

A stifled groan slips out when the other man removes his foot. He fully expects Hythlodaeus to creatively interpret his wording, but there exists the slim chance that his lover may also reward him for his obedience. It is to that hope he clings as he lays bare his thoughts.

Wetting his lips, he says, "I thought of you, sitting there and watching me just like you did when I disrobed. I imagined you enjoying the sight of me pleasuring myself as you dictated my actions, imagined myself wanting and wanting you to fill me but never being allowed the privilege. And then I imagined the hunger in your gaze as I approached my climax - but would you have halted me upon its cusp or would you have watched me teeter upon its edge...?"

He breathes in sharply as he imagines the scene as well: Hades's self-control unraveling as he's made to do such shameless things for Hythlodaeus's own pleasure, begging to be had. It sends his heart racing - as though it wasn't already... and perhaps in other circumstances he would have enacted the scenario right now, but Hythlodaeus knows he can't resist his own desire much longer. If Hades gets his release, Hythlodaeus wants it to be in his arms, so that he can have every moan, every shudder, every sound and movement his beloved makes.

He swallows and bends forward more, propping up an elbow on his knee and resting his chin in his hand - so much closer to Hades's level now and hoping to tease the other man further with the shortened distance.

"Oh, I would keep you on that edge for as long as I want, Agesandros," he murmurs, hungry gaze locked to Hades's. "Keep you there, yet never let you step over that edge. You would make such a sight, would you not? Moaning and begging for release until you forget yourself, until you would do anything, no matter how uncouth... all for me."

Despite his easy, smug tone Hythlodaeus's breath comes all the faster as he curls his fingers around his mouth with a mischievous smile, eyes half-lidded and posture tensing with want, but he's not quite done yet.

"Or mayhap... It ought to be the opposite, hmm? There are many ways to break down your walls, Hades. I would grant you your release, yet not stop. Drive you to climax again, and again, and again... until pleasure mixes with pain, until you cannot take it anymore either. Would you like to be had like that, Hades?"

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hope emet enjoys getting stepped on xoxo

mm step on him harder hyth uwu

if u behave ;)

but think of the punishments you could give him if he doesn't--

as if he can't give him those punishments already :3c