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He's torn between propping himself up and watching as Emet-Selch lowers himself to his hips, and letting his head fall back as his mouth takes him in. Ultimately the sight is too good to pass up, and he brushes his friend's hair from his face as he works, biting his lip. It does nothing to muffle the sounds he starts to make as Emet-Selch takes him in further, and as expected he's soon fully hard and near throbbing in his grip.

At that point he does have to lower himself back into the pillows and close his eyes, because it really will be over too fast if he keeps watching, and he doesn't want to finish this way. Eventually his breath starts to tremble, and he allows himself a few more seconds before he tightens his grip on his partner's hair. "Stop- come back up here."

He can't wait any longer, he needs to feel Emet-Selch inside him.

He draws away when prompted, rising back up to meet his partner again, taking care not to grind their hips together even though he really, really wants to. He's already worked up and wanting, but luckily they seem to be having the same idea. An even bigger distraction, of the best kind.

"Just wait, I'm not done with you yet.."

It's spoken lightheartedly, hovering over his friend to steal another kiss, while his hand is preoccupied weaving magics- lubricant, of course. He wastes no time in coating fingers with it, laying kisses on his chest as a slicked finger reaches down between them, pressing at his entrance before slowly sliding in.

Not too soon after is the second added, giving time for the adjustment before letting them curl into that sweet spot, a little jolt of pleasure which should make it easier as he lets his fingers scissor to help prepare him sufficiently, a move which has Emet-Selch biting his own lip in suppression, especially when he looks down on his friend's expression. He really wants to be inside him. But it's almost time.

Once he's certain that he's done a good enough job his fingers retreat, using the rest of the lubricant to coat his cock as he settles back down over his partner's body, teasing a previous mark on his neck with his own teeth and lips as he begins to insert himself.

He gasps and arches underneath Emet-Selch as he fingers him, especially as he hits the right spot inside him. He's soon pressing down onto the fingers impatiently, moaning softly. He's about to insist he hurry up when he feels the fingers leave him, and his friend's cock take their place.

He's quick to pull Emet-Selch into a kiss as he buries himself inside him, his own cock throbbing by now. He doesn't touch it, not yet, he wants this part to last a little longer.

"Don't hold back, now..." He breathes it against Emet-Selch's lips, tightening around him to spur him into moving.

"Why would I when you feel so good?"

The words are muttered breathlessly between them. No, there will be no holding back. It is honestly testing his restraint right now, giving them both just a moment to adjust as his clean hand tangles in Hythlodaeus' hair, and his mouth drops short, rough kisses on lips or neck below, whatever is the most convenient.

Soon that moment has passed, and they both seem to be enjoying it just fine so he stops holding back, each time pulling out a bit further and he thrusts forward. If feels so good, absolutely perfect and especially so when he gazes down at the sight below him, the person he loved and lusted after for so long looking up at him, flushed and wanting.

"Absolutely delectable..." His grip tightens and his pace quickens, and very soon all he is capable of is a collection of soft moans as the pleasure begins to build.

The praise and the hand in his hair has him gripping onto Emet-Selch's back tightly, letting out a soft whine. He pushes down onto his cock as best as he can, groaning, wrapping his thighs around his partner's hips and keeping him close.

As he moves faster all he can do is moan, still tempted to reach down and touch himself but wanting to wait until he's at the very brink, raking his nails down Emet-Selch's back and panting by his ear.

"Oh, Hades..." The words are unmistakably fond, though laced with want as well. He'd like to press kisses to his jaw, or his shoulder, anywhere- but the hand in his hair holds him still, something that he finds undeniably hot in itself.

The words are as sweet as honey on his ears. He always liked it when he or Azem would call him by his own name instead, another little thing that most people do not know. It really does make him feel incredibly sentimental despite being in the throws of passion, something that is most definitely passing through their synchrony.

And combined with his movements, the pleasure peaking with each snap of his hips, he is realizing that he is not going to last much longer. He slows down momentarily, shifting his weight and finally freeing Hythlodaeus' hair as he leans down initiating a kiss which mirrors the tension and longing they are both feeling.

"Come with me.." he whispers it as he breaks the kiss, He doesn't want to wait any longer, and hopes it will serve as an invitation to not hold back. Having to rest their heads together, he reaches down to take his partner's cock, stroking it to the rhythm as he quickens the pace again.

He doesn't need telling twice. Especially not when Emet-Selch takes his cock in hand, stroking him. He gasps, body tensing as he reaches his peak, toes curling as he moans loudly and spills over his stomach. His hand tangles in Emet-Selch's hair, the other digging imprints into his back, as he rides out waves of pleasure.

It will never be as good with anyone else as it is with Emet-Selch, he's sure of it. Even if their connection didn't make it amazing already, the synchrony they can achieve thanks to their bond does. Trying to catch his breath, his grip on his partner only loosens a little- he's feeling rather sentimental himself, now. Enough that all he wants to do is be close to his dear friend.

His own follows immediately after, the combination of Hythlodaeus' cries along with the tightness around him being more than enough to push him over. He lefts out a muffled groan into his partner's neck as it hits, rocking into it as he relishes in the sweet release.

The movements subside as his head clears and everything mellows out, but he really doesn't want to move. For now he is content to simply rest his head upon Hythlodaeus' chest, bearing the brunt of his weight as his limbs decide to turn to jelly. His breathing settles and evens out once more, but he has nothing to say, at least nothing that wasn't already told through their synchrony instead.

He keeps hold of Emet-Selch even as his legs relax into the bed and his whole body seems to melt into the sheets. He could probably sleep like this, even with his friend still inside him. He brushes Hades' hair from his face, kissing the top of his head and humming contentedly.

"You are... amazing, my friend." There's nothing but affection in his words, and he rubs at the man's back fondly. He's so full of love for him he could burst, and the synchrony will out him fairly quickly while his defences are down.

"Not sure in what way, but I try my best. I'll take the compliment all the same."

Emet-Selch turns his head as his weight shifts to his forearm now braced against the mattress. He isn't ready to move away quite yet but this allows him to lean up more, to nestle his face into Hythlodaeus' neck and plant soft kisses as the fingers of his free hand trace along its other side. He isn't wanting to give up the closeness yet, not when the synchrony is still flowing strong and with the blanket of warmth it leaves in his chest.

"We should probably talk about this at some point. The two synchronous elephants in the room, so to speak. Maybe not right now. Or we can keep ignoring it, that is fine too."

He is well aware they are both doing it. Every time they are in the throes and the inhibitions are gone it becomes incredibly overwhelming. There are simply many repressed feelings there, on both ends. And while they don't necessarily have to talk about it, they should at least take this moment to acknowledge it exists.

Every way, he might have said. He could have gone on for hours. But then Emet-Selch mentions the bigger issue here and he smiles almost sheepishly. The one thing he could never tell his friend, laid bare... how terribly embarrassing. And possibly convenient.

"Perhaps ignoring it would not be wise..." It's only going to get stronger now that they've gotten this far. He turns his head to kiss at Emet-Selch's cheek, offering a small sigh. "But I will leave when we talk about this to your discretion."

It could be now. It could be later. He's... quite happy to talk about it, oddly. Perhaps 12000 years of pining simply wore him down in that sense.

Whatever way they handle it, Emet-Selch is certain it's not really the type of conversation you can seriously have with a person when you are quite literally, still inside them. With a small sigh he untangles himself, pulling away slowly and rolling on to his back, as a hand weaves magic to produce a small towel to clean up with.

They should probably talk about it now, while it's out in the open and painfully obvious. But on the other hand, perhaps it would be easier to explain using words first, when the Synchrony is not interfering? Then again there's a good chance they just ignore it again until the next time they end up naked. But- it is the middle of the night, and that conversation may become lengthy.

He rolls on his side to face his friend as he finally makes up his mind, letting an arm drape over his chest.

"Tomorrow.. for now I'm content to simply enjoy it."

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