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bakerstreet2021-12-28 04:21 am
mllememe) wrote in bakerstreet2021-12-28 04:21 am
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otherwordly.
Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.
How to play -
1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)
2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body. (It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.)
3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.
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[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.]
nsfw indeed, and words are also hard...
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. ]
ah, i'm sorry! please let me know if you need to drop for any reason.
[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.
nooo I love it too much
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.
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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.]
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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?
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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.]
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[ 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.
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[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.