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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?"

He leans forward subconsciously, eyes locked on to Hythlodaeus' own, desperate for a kiss, a touch - anything. It is embarrassing to realise how much he relies on tactile sensation, so much so that, much to his chagrin, the lack of it can be used against him now.

Taking a deep breath, he exhales and pictures his lover in control of everything about him: Hythlodaeus' knowing smile, the teasing caresses which are never quite enough, the all-too-sweet pain of being forced to hold himself back, and perhaps even the firm hand which denies his own attempt to climax. What depraved things would he be driven to do simply to feel that moment of bliss...?

On the other hand, being taken and driven to climax. Again, and again, and again. He knows his limits - after the third or fourth time he would not be able to resist Hythlodaeus. He would beg for the other man to stop even as his body continued to helplessly spend itself in ecstasy. That sensation he knows well thanks to his time in the other city and it would be quite something to feel it with his old friend.

He shudders again, ducking his head. "I... I would not mind either. There will be other nights, after all - nights where you can take me however many ways or times you wish. You know I would never refuse one of your overtures."

Raising himself a little on his knees, he gently rests his hand on Hythlodaeus' arm and kisses the hand his friend has curled before their mouth. "Does that answer satisfy?" he murmurs. "I ache for you. You promised..."

Edited 2022-02-03 15:33 (UTC)

As much as Hythlodaeus would like to tease him more, he can't help his own desire - and the way his heart melts at Hades's earnest tenderness. That sentimentality is one of the (many) things he adores in his lover, after all. He smiles and strokes Hades's cheek, running his thumb over the other's lower lip as a part of him aches to pull him into a kiss, hold him close, feel his skin against his own... but later, just a little later.

"Such honesty suits you, Hades," Hythlodaeus half-teases with another fond smile, but instead of making good on his promise right away he straightens up again, as though ready to stand up. "Come. Lie down on the bed."

Groaning at the delay but with his heart beating a little quicker in hopeful anticipation, he rises unsteadily and crawls past Hythlodaeus towards the centre of the bed. Again, his friend has not specified which way they want him to lie down. He assumes on his back (the better to admire him).

So he makes himself comfortable on the bed - or as comfortable as one can be when at the mercy of their lover's whim. His hands lie loosely on his stomach for now, chest rising and falling somewhat unsteadily as he watches for Hythlodaeus' next move.

He does give Hades a very appreciative look, running his gaze over his body for a few long moments. Then he stands up to make his way to the nightstand to retrieve the bottle of lubrication and a condom, but for now he simply sets them down on the linens: still a promise, not yet a reality.

But perhaps Hades will get his treat, because next Hythlodaeus climbs onto the bed as well, straddling him, his own crotch pressing down on Hades's cock nicely. Hythlodaeus seems to pay it no mind, though, watching his lover with his usual smirk.

"You may undo my shirt."

Another small complaint works its way out of his throat. No self-pleasure, he reminds himself with a thick swallow, no matter how much he wants to use his own strength to rub against Hythlodaeus' crotch.

Reaching up, he grasps his partner's shirt and tugs them down. If this is all the touch he is going to receive, he wants to at least be able to service Hythlodaeus in his own way. As his deft fingers undo his friend's shirt buttons, he noses into the crook of the other man's neck and scrapes his teeth over skin. It is easy to find a choice spot and a choice moment to sink them into a bruising hickey.

Though Hythlodaeus didn't expect this, it's all the more pleasing and endearing for that. He sucks in a sharp breath and chuckles as Hades bites and sucks at his skin, a pleasant shiver running through him.

"My, Hades... Acting out? How naughty."

But despite his words he bends down more to nip at Hades's earlobe, leaving his own neck open as an obvious invitation to mark him more.

"Mm..." He sucks on the spot, pausing only briefly to admire his work before taking full advantage of the opening offered to him to leave more love bites along Hythlodaeus' neck.

"Punish me for it if you like," he murmurs against skin, "but I had thought you enjoyed seeing me express my want honestly, 'Daeus. I am yours...and you are mine."

With the last button undone, he blindly pushes back Hythlodaeus' shirt.

Hythlodaeus hums, pleased, and strokes through his friend's hair as he leaves more marks. "I do adore that open side of yours. I did tell you to bare yourself, did I not, Hades?" he replies before sitting up to help remove his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders. He gives Hades a grin, tipping his head to the side and running his fingers across the hickeys.

"So, how does it feel? Does it please you to see, to know that I am yours, Agesandros?"

Through half-lidded eyes he surveys his handiwork. Bright red marks from the more shallow bites while the first has the promises of a lasting bruise. Yes, yes he is more than satisfied.

"More than you know, 'Daeus," he whispers. "The only thing that would please me more is to see our souls truly bonded." Reaching forth, he gently touches his fingers to Hythlodaeus' stomach, smoothing up skin until his palm rests over his friend's heart. "Then you would know how desperately I desire you in this moment. No-one else can possibly understand..."

He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Hythlodaeus weight presses upon his loins, reminding him of who has charge.

"Should you ever bare yourself to another, I want them to know my passion marked your skin first."

Hythlodaeus exhales softly too as his friend runs his hand over his skin. He does, indeed, regret it almost every day that they cannot join their souls here, know each other even more intimately than mortals ever could. Gently, he puts his hand over Hades's to bring it up to his mouth and kiss the knuckles.

"My, such possessiveness... 'Tis very sweet," he answers with a smile. "But worry not, Hades. My heart belonged to you even before you knew it." And, unable to help himself, Hythlodaeus leans down again to seal their lips together in a kiss. As fun as it is to tease Hades, it means denying himself a measure of his own desires, the want to be close and lose themselves in simple physical pleasure. But perhaps he can indulge for a little while...

He smiles faintly, tipping his head up to partake of the kiss. His fingers thread through Hythlodaeus' hair, teasing through the braid he oft helps tie for the other man in the mornings.

"All mine," he murmurs against his lover's mouth. His teeth catch and nip his friend's lower lip. In spite of his promises, he cannot help but nudge his hips upwards ever so slightly. Just for a hint of the friction which Hythlodaeus continues to deny him. "Touch me... Please, 'Daeus. Or tell me what more I must do to earn the privilege."

Edited 2022-02-05 14:46 (UTC)

Hythlodaeus chuckles, unable to help his smug smirk, and briefly runs his fingers through Hades's hair again, then slips them down to press a finger to the other's lips.

"Oh, you've done quite well, Hades. You can wait just another minute, can you not? And there is but one more thing..." With that same smile Hythlodaeus takes his friend's hands, entwining their fingers tenderly... to guide the other's hands up, as though tied above his head. "Hands up here. And do keep them there, my dear."

Letting go of his hands, Hythlodaeus sits back, looking Hades over with an unabashedly smug and self-satisfied, almost giddy smile. But that is indeed the last thing he would demand of his lover before they can go on, and after taking those few moments of appreciation he finally moves off Hades's lap, sitting down on the edge of the bed to finally undo and slip off his own pants and underwear. He takes the bottle of lube as well... but instead of doing anything more forward when he returns he settles down by Hades's side, squeezing a little bit of lube onto his hand before stretching out by his side, propping himself up on an elbow and finally - finally - resting his fingers on Hades's cock, though the touch is still teasingly light.

"Now, what was it... A single stroke, yes?"

And with that he squeezes a little tighter, gliding his hand up and down - the aforementioned single time. He watches Hades's reaction with a shameless grin, clearly looking forward to having him beg more.

Another test of his self-control. Hades wraps a hand around his wrist to keep himself from the temptation of moving them as he watches Hythlodaeus undress fully. There is a little hitch to his breath as the anticipation builds, a deeper inhale when his lover's hand touches his cock, and then a trembling exhale as that same hand glides up and down its length but once.

It's not enough. Of course it's not enough. His hips jerk upwards but find no further relief. It's maddening yet sensual and so very much typical of his friend's brand of mischief.

"Why must you take my words so literally?" he complains, shifting restlessly in place. "You fiend. Ahh..."

But can Hades really be angry at him, with how delighted Hythlodaeus looks? He shifts closer, so that his chest presses against Hades's side - as does his own erection, in fact, but he doesn't seem too inclined to do anything about it yet.

"Hmmm? Was that not exactly what you asked for, Agesandros?"

A low, frustrated keening. "Mm, it was... It was, but I had hoped..." He should not really be surprised that Hythlodaeus refuses to give him more than he had asked.

He grips his wrist even more tightly. "Again, 'Daeus. Please."

There's a slight shakiness to it as Hythlodaeus exhales softly, drinking in the sight of his friend like this, so bared and earnest. It's more than pleasing, and he leans in slightly, his voice a purr as he slowly pumps his lover's cock once more, teasingly running his thumb over the tip briefly.

"Just one more?"

Shuddering, he shakes his head. Slowly - all too slowly - his cock stiffens in Hythlodaeus' hand. This is what he had asked for: to have all control wrested from him, to be at another's mercy. How can pleasure be at once so desirable and so agonising?

"No... No, don't stop," he says huskily, gazing towards his lover. "Keep going. Don't deny your own want."

Stars above, it's so hard resisting the urge to bring his arms down and pull Hythlodaeus on top of him. His arms strain with the effort of holding still, as though testing themselves on true, physical bonds. Hades spreads his legs apart slightly, wordlessly inviting his partner to partake further of his body.

There really is a wondrous kind of intimacy to this, and as much as Hythlodaeus would enjoy making Hades beg more he indeed can't resist his own desire. He shifts, leaning in so that he can press his lips against Hades's in a slow, indulgent kiss. His hand meanwhile begins a steady, unhurried glide over his lover's member; though he's no longer simply teasing, Hythlodaeus wants to make this last as long as possible, indulging in each other.

He nips at Hades's lower lip during the kiss, insistent but not rough, then pulls away just slightly, gazing down at his lover with both affection and hunger.

"So... Is it merely my hand you desire, 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

but they're doubly effective when he deliberately misbehaves ;)

if emet wants to go to orgasm denial hell, who is he to stop him uvu

he'll have to if he doesn't want Emet to orgasm--

YOU'VE GOT ME THERE

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