[Another that he shall have. Hades does not overly indulge in such things, and yet when Hythlodaeus gets like this, all breathless and needy with want for affection, it is always captivating. He says nothing, but the line of his brow does soften, and his lips twitch into a steady, genuine smile.]
[Hades' touch winds around the nape of his neck, tickled by the loose hairs of his friend's - and, yes, love's - braid. He holds him there, letting Hythlodaeus indulge as much as he wants, his own attentions descending to nip at the underside of his jaw, warm and shuddering as Hythlodaeus gives in to his own desires.]
[And, oh, how quickly does he find he requires that hand. Since Hythlodaeus seems so eager to close that last distance between them, he may as well offer to help. And so, if Hythlodaeus is agreeable, that warm weight will settle against his waist and readjust him where obviously they both would prefer that he be.]
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[Hades' touch winds around the nape of his neck, tickled by the loose hairs of his friend's - and, yes, love's - braid. He holds him there, letting Hythlodaeus indulge as much as he wants, his own attentions descending to nip at the underside of his jaw, warm and shuddering as Hythlodaeus gives in to his own desires.]
[And, oh, how quickly does he find he requires that hand. Since Hythlodaeus seems so eager to close that last distance between them, he may as well offer to help. And so, if Hythlodaeus is agreeable, that warm weight will settle against his waist and readjust him where obviously they both would prefer that he be.]