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[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.]

Edited 2022-01-23 19:37 (UTC)

[ 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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