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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?"

"No," he moans. His fingers twitch. No moving from that spot, he reminds himself over and over. "I want you. I want-- nngh."

Toes curling, he tenses as a delicious coil of warmth begins to finally build in his groin. He cranes his head upwards to steal another kiss, breaths steadily growing heavier with each stroke.

"--in me. I want you, in me," he finally breathes out, cheeks flushed pink. "To feel you...control the pace... Don't let me come too quickly..."

In a sense this is a test of Hythlodaeus's own endurance, too. Between the lengthy foreplay and the enticing way Hades looks and sounds right now it's no wonder that Hythlodaeus finds his own breath and heartbeat coming faster. There is much and more he wants to do, and it's a pity that he can't do it all at once.

"I'll say it again, Hades... such honesty becomes you."

Hythlodaeus forces himself to sit up, still barely able to tear his eyes away from his lover - and indeed, one of his hands still lingers on Hades's side as he reaches for the lube bottle again, as though loath to break contact. He applies rather more lube this time, too, settling down between Hades's legs and pressing his fingers against his entrance, massaging at it to slicken it up before slipping a finger inside slowly.

"I want to fill you, too. I want to watch you lose yourself in the pleasure, truly let go. So many rules you try to hold yourself to, Hades... I want you to forget them all when you are with me." He chuckles, self-satisfied, as he adds a second finger, picking up the pace somewhat. "After all, I am quite selfish. I want you to belong to me and only me in those moments."

He pulls his knees up to grant his friend easier access, heart beating faster now that they are finally drawing closer to their union. How far they've come since their initial coupling. That first time had been a whirlwind rush of desire and want, both of them falling into easy temptation as they had come together. He is well past feeling embarrassed for willingly opening himself up as the receiver now. With how lovingly Hythlodaeus is tending to him, it feels far from unnatural.

Waiting with barely concealed impatience, he exhales as he feels fingers circle then work into his rear passage. Slicked as they are with copious lubricant, they all but glide in and begin the gentle process of easing him wider.

"If I did not hold myself to those high standards," he sighs, pleasurable tremors arching up his spine, "would you find me...half as enjoyable to break down? There is an allure...to seducing prudish men."

His shoulders are beginning to ache a little in the meantime but he easily resists the temptation to bring them down.

"There certainly is," Hythlodaeus murmurs with a smile, but his hungry gaze still roams Hades's body. That kind of allure is part of why he's always found himself drawn to his friend, indeed - seeing his stern facade, wanting to get past it, being so sweetly rewarded by moments of vulnerability... It always makes his heart skip a beat, and right now is no exception. "And you like it too, do you not, Hades? Having someone lay bare your secret thoughts, giving in to your desires..."

His voice is a purr as he works Hades open more, slowly and thoroughly, letting the anticipation build up for the both of them.

"I-I wouldn't go that far..."

But the way his eyes glaze over and he shivers reveal it to be a lie. He's growing ever more impatient. He can see Hythlodaeus is as well. Watching his bonded's gaze roam over his body, he swallows. Not for the first time, it is surreal to think that this is actually happening - that his wildest fantasies can be made real.

"But 'tis true that...my own hand would never give me such pleasure. I could never...hold myself back for very long. And to have another crave to do to you what you yourself wish done is--" He sucks in a deep breath and exhales shakily. "'Tis more than I could ever have hoped for," he whispers.

He can easily tell that Hades's initial words are merely a facade, and it warms his heart to see his lover still so shy at times. Much as Hades himself said, there is an allure in seducing prudish men indeed, and Hythlodaeus can't help the smile on his lips as he leans forward briefly to give Hades a soft kiss. He's just so precious like this.

"Then I'll do my best to indulge you, Agesandros," he murmurs as he pulls away. He scissors his fingers one last time before slipping them out of Hades's ass, judging him to be prepared enough, and then gives him a coy look that probably almost manages to hide Hythlodaeus's own excitement.

"Now... How do you want me to have you, Hades?"

As if to tease again, Hythlodaeus slides his fingers down his lover's inner thigh, then resting it on his knee - perhaps implying that he could just fold Hades in half to fuck him.

Ah, now he has to choose. He licks his lips, hesitating. Both options are appealing - really, what he has to decide is how he would like to debase himself. He has to confess to being curious--

"I...want you to undo me over and over, until I want for nothing but you," he says, heart thudding as the words spill out. He holds Hythlodaeus' gaze, pink-cheeked but resolute. "Have me until I am spent, or until you are satisfied. I want to see if you can outlast me."

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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--

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