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He squeaks in surprise, clinging to Hades automatically, but being carried is quite pleasing! But just as he gets comfortable in Hades's arms he's deposited on an armchair, not to mention the implications of being treated as an old man. He pouts (though it's all playful, of course) and grabs onto one of Hades's arms, refusing to let go even as he straightens up. If he's going to be pandered to, it ought to last longer than a couple minutes!

"I also want a massage. For my poor thrown back."

"A massage, is it? What a demanding man you are. How am I supposed to massage your back while you sit in this chair, hmm?"

He flicks a stray lock of hair out of Hythlodaeus' face playfully, crouching so they're mostly eye-level.

He grins in response, looking smug, and very obviously delighted at having Hades indulge his whims.

"You could put me on the bed, then. I fear I cannot walk on my own!"

"Oh dear," he says with mock concern. "With such a terrible affliction paralysing the love of my heart, I suppose I must."

He rises again, carefully scooping Hythlodaeus up once more. Once he has his friend securely in his arms (and now HIS back and arms are straining) he makes his way to their bedroom, carefully shuffling in sideways through the door so as not to bump his friend's head.

Oh, Hythlodaeus is so terribly smug, and certainly Hades can feel that through their bond, happiness and affection mixed with self-satisfaction. He nuzzles into Hades's neck, getting cozy in his arms again, even if it only lasts for a while before he's deposited on the bed. Almost immediately, Hythlodaeus stretches like a contented cat, giving a pleased hum.

"You know, I could get used to being carried everywhere. And being told I'm the love of your heart."

The mattress sinks a little when Hades sits upon the edge. He trails a hand over the back of Hythlodaeus' head, smiling slightly.

"I wouldn't want you to grow fat from the privilege. Now, are you comfortable?"

He shifts further inward, kneeling beside his friend's outstretched body. He hasn't really massaged someone before but how hard could it be?

He starts by kneading the lower back, planning to work his way up to the shoulder blades.

"Well, if you thought I was in danger of putting on weight, couldn't you help me... exercise?" Hythlodaeus turns his head to the side to glance up at Hades slyly... and wink. What could he possibly mean by "exercise", who can even tell!

But he makes a pleased sound, closing his eyes again as Hades begins to knead his back. Any physical contact is pleasant, of course, but the additional atmosphere of care makes it all the better.

Hades flushes a light pink and clears his throat loudly. A sense of internal squirming comes across though his hands continue to work on the muscles of his friend's back. Though he is unpractised at this, his hands are at least firm. If Hythlodaeus is in any discomfort, he will immediately know.

"I'm not sure I have the fortitude to help you burn off so much energy," he mumbles.

Unfortunately, his mind brings up memories of his time in Duplicity and the all-too-frequent trope of 'massages' being used as a euphemism for sexual acts - or even as a precursor to them.

Further embarrassment filters through and he presses his lips together, trying to will his stray thoughts away.

Ah-ha. The embarrassment is familiar and obvious enough for Hythlodaeus to pick up on what road his friend's mind went down. Smirking to himself, he shifts a little, rolling his shoulders with another throaty hum of pleasure, one that's a little too sensual for the situation (and definitely not purposeful, perish the thought!).

"Oh, I wonder about that, Hades," he all but purrs. "You've always been stronger than me, after all..."

Stars give me strength...

He fixes his eyes pointedly on Hythlodaeus' back and the way his hands slowly knead their way higher up, but it does nothing to halt that familiar curl of mischief he's come to associate with his bonded partner. He can feel his cheeks growing warm.

"Strength is one thing. Stamina is quite another," he manages to get out (unsteadily, to his shame). He finds himself wishing he did have some of that youthful, ravenous energy Felih seems to possess. Then he could cover Hythlodaeus from behind and--

He gives himself a rough shake. "You like being held down, do you?" he hears himself asking. "I suppose you must, given how much you enjoyed being in the many limbs of my other form."

"I figured that your skill with alchemy might help with a lack of stamina," Hythlodaeus remarks, clearly enjoying himself. The feeling of Hades's hands on his back earns another appreciative sigh for him, but fortunately for his friend the next remark does catch Hythlodaeus unawares. He can't help blushing as well - not just because of recalling that time, but because of his bonded being more open with his teasing, too. Not to mention...

"I suppose I do," Hythlodaeus murmurs in reply. Putting it that way makes him all the more aware of how attracted he's always been to the sheer difference in power between the two of them, in both physical and aetheric sense. The mere fact that Hades wielded a greatsword that was as tall as Hythlodaeus himself, for one. "But you enjoy holding me down too, do you not? I am certain you must have dreamed of punishing me at least once or twice before... Agesandros~"

A strangled noise of agreement works its way out of him. He could concoct a stamina potion. Such a thing is easy for an alchemist - even Hythlodaeus could make one if he were so inclined. Mayhap someday, if his friend is feeling particularly lascivious, he could consume a small measure...

But for now, he wrenches himself back to the present. In all honesty, though he oft threatens it during this sort of banter, he has never thought of how he would punish Hythlodaeus for his transgressions - sexually speaking, that is. Irhya had once tried such a play on him though and now Hades finds himself wondering how his bonded would respond.

Taking a deep breath, he finally allows himself to look at his friend's face. "Would you like me to discipline you now, 'Daeus?" he murmurs quietly. He leans down, using his weight to gently press down upon Hythlodaeus' upper back and emphasise his question. "I could, if you are willing."

The shiver of flustered excitement that runs through Hythlodaeus at that should be answer enough. He makes a small noise at being pressed down, glancing up at Hades with his cheeks tinged pink.

"I would quite love that, Hades," he murmurs in response, a smile on his lips. "I've always been curious about how you would do it... I would even go as far as to say that was why I've always tried to provoke you so."

This time he huffs in amusement. He shifts from kneeling beside Hythlodaeus to kneeling astride the other man from behind. With his hands on his friend's shoulders, he presses his lips to their nape and peppers kisses and light nips across the bare skin there.

"I would have you raise your hips for me then, 'Daeus. Since I cannot bend you across my desk, we shall have to make do."

The kisses elicit another shiver and a sigh of pleasure from Hythlodaeus, but the request - or command, rather, - is rather more embarrassing... and all the more enjoyable for that. He can't resist indulging in the mental image Hades's words bring, too: being bent over his desk roughly and being taken as part of his discipline for one instance of mischief too many... it's more than alluring. Hythlodaeus raises his hips up as instructed, feeling his heart beat faster and his cheeks grow warmer.

"Mm... I have to wonder just what I would have had to do back then for you to choose to reprimand me like this."

"...I love you too much to see this as punishment."

He confesses this in a low, self-conscious tone. Perhaps it ruins the play a little but he doesn't care. It's the truth.

Keeping one hand pressing gently (but firmly) down between Hythlodaeus' shoulder blades, the other skirts across his friend's waist and starts to undo their belt.

"I will stop as soon as you cry something out of character," he says. "As you say, I am stronger. I do not want to hurt you."

While this is indeed contrary to the very premise of the play, Hythlodaeus can only feel all the more affectionate towards his friend. Hades has always been very sentimental, but shy as well; hearing him admit his love so openly is a treat.

"I love you too," Hythlodaeus replies with a smile. "I'll let you know if aught is uncomfortable... But I do rather like it when you are more decisive with me. Mayhap you could see it as indulging me? Or you could give me some orders... Though I suppose you prefer to be ordered yourself, hmm?"

"Mm... I take my orders from you, [my dear]." He ponders his next move as he leisurely starts to tug his friend's trousers down. He lets them slide down to the knees - after all, if he were truly bending Hythlodaeus over a desk, he wouldn't be bothering to remove all of their clothes, nor taking the time to let his friend kick them away.

A thought occurs to him. "I'm indulging you and your desire to be ravished," he muses out loud. "Because you want me to. Because I know you want me to." Bending down such that their bodies are flush against one another's, he purrs, "I remember how well you took me in my true form. How open you were. It's time to confess, 'Daeus: what have you done that makes you deserving of that same treatment?"

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