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[If he didn't know better, he'd think Hythlodaeus had made that sweet little sound on purpose just to tempt him, but the way he kisses back and then shifts nearer suggests entirely otherwise. Hythlodaeus will not have to search overlong. Hades has no use for that hand, not right away, and so he doesn't resist when it is tugged back.]

[He pants harshly, once they break away, and if he appears a bit flushed it is surely and absolutely nothing more than a trick of the light (in truth, this time). His eyes are pinned on Hythlodaeus, now that the distance between them has diminished, and he reaches forward with his free hand to brush the soft, exposed skin of his neck while he drinks in the luminance in those eyes, and in the soul all but nestled against him.]

[It's when he can breathe that he speaks, enunciating each syllable to give them purpose.]

I. will not. break. Not here and not now. So take what you want and stop worrying whether it is too much.

If this is to be the climax of our present tale, then by all means, enjoy it.

[ Hythlodaeus's breath hitches, helplessly, and he surges closer for another kiss, all but trying to straddle Hades's lap. His eyes are stinging, though not because what tomorrow, and the days after tomorrow, will bring, but because of this man.

Hythlodaeus is not someone who often allows himself to want things, not for himself.Normally it's easier for him to give than to take, and over the years he's more than gotten used to it. But Hades, Hades makes everything safe for him so he can indulge, a little. And right now all the carefully-constructed walls crumble
so fast and hard that he's trembling.

He won't cry. He won't break in front of Hades, either, because however long this will be, he does not want his friend's, his love's, last memory of him to be shattered and helpless and sad. But something has to give, and apparently this is it. ]

You. What I want is you, Hades.

[ He tries to catch his breath, leaning their foreheads together, but he's sure it won't last long. ]

[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.]

[ Hythlodeaus hasn't thought that far ahead about, well, tonight, and his mind is certainly too much of a mess for him to actually know if he wants to be held and kissed and to hold and kiss, or, well, something else entirely. But it doesn't matter, because this is Emet-Selch, this is Hades, and Hythlodaeus can trust in him completely, so anything, everything would be good enough. Everything will be good enough. Better than that, even.

At the nip, he makes a small, wanting noise, and he lets his head drop back, to give Hades better access to... everything, and he feels the back of his head touch the hand holding his neck, and yes, he lets himself be properly settled in Hades's lap.

For the first time since he-- well, for the first time since he knew what needed to be done, and realized it was something he was going to do, he feels... warm, and he leans closer towards the source of that warmth.

Their foreheads together, he finally smiles - small, but real - while they catch their breaths a little. ]

You... will see everyone restored... and I will see that I can, and will, come back. To you.

[ His own promise. He'll hold on. ]

[Never mind it that as of yet he doesn't quite know how he will accomplish this feat, he simply knows that he must and will. Where Hythlodaeus and their people are going, he cannot simply pluck their souls back from the Underworld. No, this will be a very long, very trying undertaking.]

[And yet, it isn't enough to make him retract that promise.]

[Such trust is not misplaced. For while he could take advantage of his overly willing state, to both claim him and give him what he said he wanted - Hades is not unfairly cruel, and he instead eases back a little to let Hythlodaeus' mind clear. It's...slightly unnerving to say the least, with those violet eyes staring immediately back into his (and then again further, no doubt, into his very heart and how very much he doesn't want him to leave). But to see a glimmer of that familiar smile, even that small discomfort is worth it.]

[Another quiet huff.]

Yes, yes. Perhaps you should focus more on breathing. You've all night to talk to me.

[ Hythlodaeus would not in any way consider that taking advantage would be happening, but the breather - and the reminder to breathe - do help a fair bit. The next look he gives is from under his eyelashes, eyes half-lidded. He'll make you forget what the morrow will bring yet. ]

All night, hmm? Then we can take a little time when I won't be able to ... talk to you?

[ If his mouth is otherwise occupied, for example.

All night means that they can take it slow and not rush through things that he wants to feel good. All night means that he can slow down his fast-spinning mind and let Emet-Selch...

Let Hades remember the best they can be, howsoever long it may take to partake into each other again. ]

[Unlike the situation in Elpis, in this case Hades may not mind so much should his memories be wiped clean -- at least for a spell. And it may not take much.]

[He knows all too well what a damnable tease Hythlodaeus can be when he sets about it, yet even still, he finds himself unable (or unwilling) to break eye contact, his own widening by a fraction at the painfully obvious (and entirely agreeable) implications he's being presented with.]

[...But neither will he let this be too easy.]

Well it wouldn't be the first time I had quiet you down, now would it?

[A distraction? Perhaps. Retaliation? Undoubtedly. If Hythlodaeus is focused on his voice, perhaps he won't notice the way his body has tensed up in response to those teasingly suggestive words.]

[ Oh, pressed close as he is - in his lap, no less - Hythlodaeus does notice the tensing up, and as he laughs softly he takes a moment to look if it's the good kind of tensing or the other way around. ]

Not the first time at all. It's a good strategy that works for both of us, after all.

[ He does lick his lips, distracting himself to keep from remembering that, promises aside, it might be the last time, at least the way that they are now. Hythlodaeus does not question that one day, they will be together again. The way Hades outlined now, or the long way around in the aethereal sea.

No, distraction better. So, Hythlodaeus tries (not quite successfully) to school his features into innocence. ]

Or we can both have dinner.

[ Which. They will have, at some point, maybe. ]

[It is, without a doubt, what Hythlodaeus would categorize as the "good kind". That soft laughter somehow tickles Hades' mind, together with his airy words and the flick of a tongue--he only narrowly resists the urge to draw Hythlodaeus even closer against him.]

[This is nothing more than a dance, if he's honest, to see which one of them will give in first. For once he does, Hades does not expect he shall feel like stopping again until they are both satisfied and properly exhausted.]

[Hades expression turns skeptical, knowingly so. Dinner? Now?]

Without first working up an appetite? And here I was under the assumption you had found reason for us to reevaluate this strategy.

Mayhap you are not so eager to test it out after all?

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[ Closer is absolutely perfect and Hythlodaeus leans in without hesitation, here, to claim another kiss and shush an absurd statement like that. ]

Perish the thought. Working an appetite sounds absolutely delightful.

[ A slight shift of his hips forward, basking into the reaction, before he pulls back just enough no reach up. He runs fingers along the side of Hades's neck, brushing strands of his hair back, and then slides his hands down to start playing with the ties of Hades's robe, tilting his head to the side slightly, his lips slowly turning up in a smile that Hades probably knows well. ]

Yes, this will do. And I am full, full eager.

[ Off the ties come, and Hythlodaeus leans in to kiss the skin revealed as the fabric begins sliding apart. ]

[Absurd or not, would Hythlodaeus not agree that it worked? From astral to umbral, and stasis to something far more kinetic. Hades may not say so, but he is more than a little pleased by it.]

[The shifting in his lap earns Hythlodaeus a quiet groan, and Hades' fingers at the nape of his neck tangle themselves into violet strands, and then down - tugging (but not too forcefully) at the braid flung over one shoulder in a lazy effort to set it free.]

[For eyes normally so bright, there is a certain darkness to them as Hades' focus tunnels and diminishes until Hythodaeus has his entire attention, the world and its horrors and sorrows set aside as mere background noise - if only for tonight.]

So say you now, Hythlodaeus. But I would caution you to pace yourself, elsewise your eagerness may well be your downfall.

[The smile Hythlodaeus has fixed upon him is one Hades indeed knows too well. Beautiful as it is devilish in its smugness, and yet, even though he can't suppress a shiver as his cowl begins to fall away, neither does he lift a finger to stop him. Instead, the hand at Hythlodeaus' waist firms, kneading into him through his robes, and Hades turns his head to the opposite side, to give Hythlodaeus more room (and silent permission) to kiss along his now exposed clavicle.]

[He will give him just one moment more. A head start for his close friend and love before all bets are off.]

[ The thought rolls through his mind, on the morrow, all that will be needed of me is my aether - if my body is exhausted, or aching, it will not matter in the least - and he latches his lips against Hades's warm skin to drown it out before it bubbles up enough to stain the teasing heat building between them, before it trips the steps of their dance. ]

Very wise and considerate words. [ His lips move against warm skin, and he shifts a little to suck a spot a bit to the side of the first one. ] And I appreciate them greatly, although tonight, I'd like to throw caution to the wind. If you'll join me in that.

I may just have a mind to...consider it.

[His breath stutters from Hythlodaeus' attentions. Hades could not care less the asymmetrical patterns he will be waking up to on the morrow all along his flesh, nor how long it will take them to fade away. If they like, they are welcome to stay on as a reminder of the pleasurable elation he is sure to feel. Of the pain he knows will follow.]

[Hades isn't prone to recklessness, he isn't Azem, but he is wanted, and it's clear that he is being called to the stage. Throw caution to the wind or become the hurricane itself; it is all the same to him.]

[And so he guides Hythlodaeus' chin up from his ministrations and lays claim over that mouth yet again - deeply, hungrily. All the while he is shifting, shifting upright so that Hythlodaeus will be nudged backwards by his chest. Preferably enough apart that his fingers can begin separating the other man from his robes. If he is to join him, after all, he will not be the only one laid bare.]

[ Consciously, Hythlodeaus would not want to put more pressure on Hades, would not request of him to perform and pretend at a time like this. But he also needs Hades, beyond what words can express, and by the same token he gives all of himself to Hades, too. When the kiss comes, he yields, but also returns it as hungrily himself.

There is a soft sound that's almost a whine before he discerns Hades's intention, and then it turns into an agreeing hum, and he joins in the effort of disrobing them both more properly. ]

You are, [ softly, in-between small panted breaths, his eyes absolutely adoring, ] indeed considerate like this.

[ And as more skin gets revealed, Hythlodaeus makes himself push even further back, to slip off Hades's lap - kissing his way down his chest, because he's craving every touch and he's been given leave to take what he needs. Eventually, yes, he is kneeling in front of Hades, and gently ... continues to open the clothes left, before looking up at Hades's face to see if it still is likely to feel good, and perhaps to bask in the sight, too.

... and then he smirks, before dipping his head down to wrap lips around the erection he's absolutely at fault for causing. ]

I would not break my word to you so soon upon giving it, that's all.

[Hades does not require any such (embarrassing) praise, not at a time such as this when he is simply following through with whatever whims and emotions and base urges give rise to action. There is certainly no lie in it, no pretending. Only truth, as his tongue slips inside Hythlodaeus' mouth to taste of him fully and then descends, again, to that long delicate neck to tease out more of those soft, musical whines.]

[Even after those robes begin to slip off his love's shoulders, and then down around his waist, his warm, slightly calloused hands linger to touch, to feel, to assure himself that Hythlodaeus yet remains whole. Beneath his fingers he can feel the pulse of a heart beating fervently, just as radiant as the soul dancing before his eyes.]

[His mind may well try to deny it, but there is no getting around the way his breath catches in his throat as Hythlodaeus forges a path lower and lower, and so to with it gives rise to a slow and shuddering heat that grows ever more demanding. And well, who else would be responsible for it? Hades surely didn't get himself up to it all by himself. Though his face remains mostly controlled as he casts his eyes down upon Hythlodaeus full of intent and desire and promise, the uneven rise and fall of his chest, the faint flush of his skin from the neck down, and the way he wordlessly moves aside to give Hythlodaeus space in which to kneel should bespeak of Hythlodaeus' attentions most favorably.]

[And if that isn't enough, then perhaps the moan that cuts through a quiet gasp of pleasure the very instant Hythlodaeus engulfs the tip of that heated length will be of some consolation. Or the swiftness with which his fingers knot themselves into that soft lavender hair, a hand pressed against his cheek to urge him (yet not unkindly) to where he wants him to be.]

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[ Hythlodaeus's eyes crinkle slightly. He knows Hades's word is never given lightly, and never broken. But his mouth is ... not free to reassure him, so his eyes will have to reply for him.

And his lips and tongue, in a way.

He's taking it slow, really. Enjoying the sensation and doing his best to make it really, really good for Hades - without bringing him too high just yet. And yet, he also complies with the directions of Hades's warm fingers. Deep, if - when - so desired.

His hands caress Hades's skin, too. Thighs, stomach, trailing along similar path that his lips treaded. He can't get enough, and he wants to it so. For once, he wants it so and lets it be so for his own sake.

Not only, of course. If this is Hades's last memory of him, at least for a while, he will make it stay with him well. Not quite too much - but not too little, either.

It is a while of ... bobbing up and down before he raises his head enough that the tip rests against his lip, and he licks it slowly. ]

You have... a little more time to decide whether you wish me to bring you to completion like this, or keep you on the edge of the precipice for something else.

[ His voice is definitely rawer, though not too badly, yet. ]

[Hades lets him take his time, easing him closer only once he has judged that the other man has had a moment to adjust. His grip in that hair loosens to let Hythlodaeus set his own pace, though the fingers which brush lightly against his jaw remain. His eyes too remain (watching him, darkening) as he sits back and begins to thrust (carefully, slowly) into the attention, cursing softly when Hythlodaeus pulls back to swipe his tongue slowly, meaningfully across the tip, causing another low, wanting sound to spill from Hades' mouth.]

[It would be a fine memory, this. The rawness of Hythlodaeus' voice, the adoration in his eyes, the sheen which threatens to collect along the head in response to Hythlodaeus' ministrations. But it all seems rather anticlimactic for a parting gift, does it not? Hythlodaeus on his knees is always beautiful, and yet, it would not hurt Hades to give his closest, dearest friend something more to remember him by.]

[Bah, focus...! And he forces himself to swallow, thickly.]

I would... have far more of you than this. Did you not ask me to cast caution aside? Sit, Hythlodaeus. For I am hardly finished with you.

[ This is better than hurting, than mourning before the time for mourning has come. And definitely better than brooding, which they can both be prone to - in very different ways.

Hythlodaeus licks his lips, eyes fixed on Hades, then unfolds to sit as directed, attention unwavering even as his mouth curves up. ]

What is there to be cautious about. What you will give, I can take.

[Hades expels a sigh, as much to steady himself as to express his (entirely mild, and in fact close to non-existent) exasperation. He leans forward, his arms working to free Hythlodaeus from what little remains of his robes, allowing them to drop into an untidy pile over the edge of the couch. He fixes those unwavering eyes with what just might be the beginnings of a smirk, something self-assured and mildly taunting.]

If I didn't know you any better, Hythlodaeus, I might be inclined to think you are challenging me.

[He watches, to see how he reacts, even as he begins speaking again,.]

What, then, should I give to you first? Perhaps you'd like it if I laid my hands all over you?

[A pause.]

Or maybe you'd prefer it if I pushed you onto your back and pried you open, slowly, until you beg me to finish it.

Or. Mayhap your mind is straying to something even more dangerous. Perhaps, something involving magick?

[There's any number of ways to go about this, truly. He's merely gauging Hythlodaeus' interest to decide which of these avenues is most worth pursuing at the moment.]

[ ... honestly, it was more a permission than a challenge, but now that Hades has brought up a challenge, Hythlodaeus will absolutely smirk because oh, it can be. ]

Why choose only one? You could put your magic on me while you pry me open slowly until even I lose coherence. Or... hm, no. AfterI'm back to this world, I can see how close I can get you to such state, in turn.

[ He leans towards Hades to claim another kiss, long and deep. ]

How does this suit?

[The kiss or the suggestions? Both suit him equally well. Hades grasps at the other's arms (carefully, and without too much force) and makes to press him back against the plush sofa even before the kiss is fully broken. There's no hiding the faint splash of color across Hades' face, nor the desire that darkens his eyes as he traces a hand along Hythlodaeus' bared form.]

Though at first listen your suggestions do indeed sound acceptable... it would be careless of me to reach a conclusion without thoroughly reviewing them first.

[Think that he can't have you snapping like a bowstring beneath him, Hythlodaeus? That certainly sounded like a challenge if he's ever heard one, and he wastes no time dipping his head to lavish that skin with even more attention.]

[As for magicks, however, even Hades must be careful. And so he is, as a snap of his fingers conjures a simple illusion. The room disappears around them, replaced by the Amaurotine skyline in all its splendor, vivid with the colors of twilight - back when everything was peaceful, beautiful, perfect. Call him sentimental, but would that he could truly take Hythlodaeus back to that place and never again pull back the curtain on the truth.]

Oh, please, review at your leisure. I am at your disposal.

[ Heating up and loving, his voice is still just a little teasing, responding to the statement in kind.

He looks at Hades - at his face, at his aether - with rapt attention as he weaves the enchantment, but thin his eyes widen, lips parting slightly. His neck cranes up a little, his eyes taking in the illusion, then blinking away the slight sting.

He will ever call his friend sentimental. But that is not in any way a complaint. ]

Hades. [ His gaze focuses on the man who's making it true, ish, around him, once again. ] Thank you.

Just don't blame me should there be nothing left once I've finished with you.

[And it shall be quite a thorough review at that. How many times before has he seen Hythlodaeus thus? Certainly more times than can reasonably be counted, but here he lingers, both hands working independently to memorize each curve, each bend, each minute reaction. He's slow, and he's gentle, because anything else would seem a disservice to the man who's remained by his side all this time.]

[Lightly do his lips brush the long line of his throat, languidly does his broad tongue coax one nipple and then the other to taut alertness, and gradually, eventually, do his fingers descend between those soft thighs to tease along the length of him.]

So do spare me your thanks until the end.

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nsfw indeed, and words are also hard...

ah, i'm sorry! please let me know if you need to drop for any reason.

nooo I love it too much

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