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He brings a hand up to hold Hythlodaeus' steady, allowing the finger into his mouth where he will suck most of the chocolate from it. After which he pulls it out to replace it with the next one- but not before brushing it against his own bottom lip to take up some of the chocolate from it.

"A wave of a hand would be all it takes to unmake our mess. But that is rather boring. No need to do it yet." Perhaps the description regarding the chocolate was accurate after all, for the look in Emet-Selch's eyes in combination with the smirk creeping onto his lips suggests that he is considering Hythlodaeus himself as the next item on his menu.

He leans forward to press a kiss on the corner of his lover's mouth before letting his lips brush over his jaw, where he licks some of the chocolate off of it. Of course his own face is still covered in it so he is likely creating more mess than he is taking away, but the point here is not to actually get clean, it is to fool around with it before the stickiness becomes too irritating to deal with.

He closes his eyes as Emet-Selch starts to lick at the chocolate on his jaw, smiling. "'Twould be rather boring when we have our mouths, yes."

To accentuate his point, he moves to drag his tongue along Emet-Selch's neck- he sucks at the skin perhaps a little unnecessarily afterwards. He then starts to unbutton his friend's shirt further, pushing it from his shoulders and out of the way of the chocolate he'd smeared over his chest before.

"So very tempting..." He grins, before lowering his lips to his collarbone and nipping at the skin there before sucking the chocolate off.

Being the completely altruistic friend that he is, he helps out by unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and pulling his arms out of it so that it can be tossed aside and forgotten.

"What is tempting?" Even though he asks, he can hazard a guess as to what it is in relation to considering their current activities. Letting out a content hum he tilts his head to the side in order to give Hythlodaeus better access and simply enjoy the feeling of his mouth on him before moving to return the gesture.

He runs his tongue from his friend's jaw and down his neck towards the shoulder, until it meets a particularly stubborn piece of the chocolate.

"Ah, some of it dried already.." No matter, for there is a solution to that. Instead he drags his teeth over the spot before following it up by sucking on the spot, which does a good job of removing most of it.

"You, of course." He closes his eyes as Emet-Selch's teeth graze over his skin, and when he's done with that stubborn spot of chocolate he moves to kiss him properly, relishing the unhindered rush of Manna he gets from it. The chocolate is drying and Hythlodaeus is becoming far more interested in the man covered in it, the man who not so long ago he professed his love to.

He only pulls back to grab the nearest glass of wine and take a sip from it- it's Hades' glass, but oh well. "Ah, it's getting somewhat uncomfortable now. What say you? I can think of other ways to have fun without being sticky."

"Not this kind of sticky anyway." The little quip couldn't be helped, but Hythlodaeus has the right idea. As the chocolate is drying and harder to get rid of it is simply becoming a sticky mess. Besides it is not as though they need it there as an excuse to let their mouths wander over each other, for that seems to be happening often enough as is.

"I do agree. Which begs the question, either we soak in the tub and get to be either pleasantly surprised or begrudgingly disappointed in its actual size in comparison to what they stated, or we simply conjure up some magics to do away with it all without needing to move from this spot."

As his friend sips the wine Hades wraps a hand around his, to tilt the glass in the opposite way so that he may drink some himself. Either options works- one has the potential to be relaxing and to draw things out, while the other can take care of the problem immediately so they can focus on the more important things such as each other.

"Either way, we are still over-dressed."

He chuckles at the joke, and thinks on their situation. "We can check the size of the tub, I suppose. If we find it lacking, all it would take is a snap of your fingers to clean us up."

But of course, Hythlodaeus is also feeling rather impatient, and feels that he'd rather just have the chocolate gone now so he can proceed to ravage his friend. He moves off from Emet-Selch's legs in order to slip out of his underwear, then settles beside the other man and toys with the waistband of his pants.

"There. Now it's your turn, I believe."

He lifts up his hips to pull the waistbands down, removing all his remaining clothing in one swift movement. Turning his attention back to his friend he lets his gaze drift over him, from his chocolate covered face, his chest, lower still..

"...Bathing can wait. Forget about it." Now that they are both very, very naked he honestly doesn't give a damn about trying it anymore. Instead he offers up that simple snap of his fingers, which serves to dissipate the majority of the chocolate from their skin while also conjuring a damp cloth, which he promptly picks up to give himself a quick wipe down before handing it over.

"I'd rather stay here and let you have your way with me." He offers a quick nip to his friends shoulder before looping an arm around his waist, pulling towards him in an effort to have them be closer together and move further onto the mattress. "We paid a fortune for this bed, 'tis only fair we get our money's worth out of it."

Hythlodaeus can't help but to laugh a little at the sudden change in plans. Not that he's complaining any, mind. He wipes himself over with the cloth before placing it onto the nightstand behind Emet-Selch, and then he pulls his lover close and presses his lips to his. After a few moments he shifts them so that Emet-Selch is on his back, and Hythlodaeus settles himself neatly between his legs and starts to kiss at his neck fondly.

"And have my way with you I shall..." With a low chuckle, he starts to nip at the skin beneath his lips, sucking a small bruise into it. At the same time his hand starts to wander down Emet-Selch's side, fingers tracing over firm muscle. He's not the possessive type really, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate when he has Emet-Selch all to himself.

Now on his back he helps pull Hythlodaeus up against him, sharing a brief kiss before their mouths part once more. He lifts a leg up in order to wind it around his friend's in return, as he lets his head fall back and appreciate the mouth toying with the skin of his neck, pleasant as always.

"Please do." he speaks softly as his mouth presses against the top of Hythlodaeus' head, giving it a chaste kiss. His hand meanwhile is being far less innocent as it slips around the man's back, appreciating the feeling of the toned body beneath it as it makes its way down his friend's back before settling promptly on an ass cheek, giving it a little squeeze.

He grins into Emet-Selch's neck as he feels where his hand is going, before continuing to kiss at his neck, then his shoulder. His lips brush over his collarbone and down to his chest, where he peppers more kisses to the skin before taking a nipple between his teeth and sucking on it. He's never really taken the time to appreciate his lover all over, always too impatient, but after admitting their feelings to each other it feels right to do so now.

He moves to the other nipple to give it some attention too, rolling it between his lips and flicking his tongue over it before he starts lower, kissing all over Emet-Selch's stomach while getting methodically lower, though of course he goes for the thighs before he touches his cock. He kisses along the soft inner thighs while leaving soft nips behind, moving from one to the other before suddenly taking one hand and diverting his attention to kissing his knuckles and wrist.

He could do this all day, he's sure. Certainly he's enjoying himself doing it, and he hopes his partner appreciates the gesture too. The synchrony between them only serves to prove that Hythlodaeus holds nothing but love and affection for Hades right now.

He lifts his head to watch as as Hythlodaeus moves lower, wanting to see it as his mouth explores his body as watching is half the fun. Regretfully he cannot keep it up though in this position so settles for laying his head back on the bed, letting his eyes close as he lets himself relax and simply appreciate it.

Soft sounds escape his lips at parts where his skin is more sensitive or the nip is that little bit sharper, as his hand fondly strokes his friend's back, its position rising as the body above him lowers until said hand settles on Hythlodaeus' shoulder. Of course the desire is still there alongside the growing wish to have the man he loves just fuck him into next week, but that doesn't mean he cannot appreciate this gesture also, which he does. Honestly he is reveling in the attention and affection shown to him and is quite happy for it to continue, a feeling that mingles with his own affections and passes via the synchrony of his own touch.

"To think, we have the whole night here. Alone, uninterrupted.." Not that they are exactly subtle within their own home but it is a different, freeing feeling to know that nobody is going to walk into the room or knock on the door at a moment's notice.

"Just the two of us." He smirks up at Emet-Selch as his lips move to kiss at his hip again. Then, slowly, he brushes them along the other man's length, before curling his fingers around the base and sucking lightly at the head. He wants to make sure Emet-Selch is good and ready, tongue flicking at the slit before he conjures up a small bottle. He doesn't use it yet, he simply continues to tease, kissing down the side of his cock with his eyes flicking upwards to watch Emet-Selch's expression.

"And I do intend to use this time we have wisely." Sex, eating cake and drinking wine, maybe with the occasional nap. It sounds good, and he is of the opinion that they deserve it too.

Propping his upper half up with his elbows he lifts his head again to glance downwards, for the sight on display is too tempting to pass up. It isn't only about the sex and their discussion tonight has made that perfectly clear, but it is also true that he simply finds his friend incredibly attractive, and watching him is half the enjoyment.

His eyes stay fixated on his lover, watching as his mouth moves over his cock even as their eyes meet-especially as their eyes meet. It is only when his tongue slides over the slit again that Emet-Selch finds himself muttering some curse word under his breath and lettings his eyes close. He was well on the way already to become fully hard but that seemed to do the trick, and he thinks to himself how incredibly lucky he feels in this specific moment.

"Something specific in mind? Though this already suits me just fine." He is certain that if Hythlodaeus wishes him to move or do something, he'll state it. But for now Emet-Selch is perfectly happy to just remain here and enjoy being doted upon and everything that comes with it. How very lucky indeed.

"Specific? Perhaps..." Mostly, just to make Emet-Selch beg him to come. But that will happen with time... and they have all night, as stated.

He focuses on bobbing his head after that, tongue swirling around the head and getting his partner nice and worked up, and once he's sure he's wanting more he finally slicks up his fingers with that bottle of lube, teasing at his entrance briefly before pressing one finger inside him. He soon adds the second, slowly sliding them in and out before curling his fingers to search for the right spot inside him. He presses light kisses to the tip of his cock as he works, humming contentedly.

He admittedly finds it hard to play the long game when Hades looks like that, but he can do it. And it'll be so much sweeter when he can give in.

He continues to watch a while longer before he has to give in, letting his head fall back to the bed and succumbing to the feelings. Perhaps it is the high emotions, the location, the wine going to his head or a combination of all three, but he finds he cannot hold anything back tonight. A hand fondly running through his lover's hair in encouragement, a whole assortment of light gasps and moans escaping his lips which he would ordinarily try to stifle.

He begins to lift his hips a little, arching upwards just a little bit more, anything to draw out those little jolts of pleasure that occur when fingers brush against the sensitive nerves. Clearly he is becoming more greedy as the desire rises, and the hand which was idly toying with hair is now pulling at his lover to make him rise up.

"Come back, I wish to feel you closer."

The sounds have Hythlodaeus soon pressing against the bed himself, and he climbs back over Emet-Selch eagerly to press a kiss to his lips once more. He uses the rest of the small bottle to slick himself up properly, but before he presses in he smirks- his fingers trail down Emet-Selch's body, and he may feel that some kind of magic has been placed upon him.

"I learned something yesterday." He chuckles, letting his hand smooth back up his friend's stomach. He knows that a sorcerer as powerful as Emet-Selch could break free of an enchantment like this quite easily, so he pauses before speaking again. "Humour me, would you?"

It's simply an enchantment that stops one from being able to orgasm. He'll lift it off the both of them once the time is right, but for now... he wants to play with it. He starts to press in, slowly- the pleasure isn't diminished any, and he still moans softly as he pushes inside.

Emet-Selch watches with curiosity as his lover's fingers trace an incantation over his torso. It is nothing he recognizes off-hand, though he certainly feels the little tug of manna which gives away its presence.

"Are you going to explain to me what it is, or do I need to guess?" Despite his questioning, he is content to leave it as is for now. His friend would never use something maliciously, and he is certain that he could break out of it with no issue if he tried.

Besides there are more important things to think about which ironically revolve around making them both come. He lets out a content sigh as Hythlodaeus begins to enter, wrapping both arms around his lover's shoulders to pull him closer as his legs do the same around the other man's hips, all in encouragement to have him push in fully and stay there, groaning in to it as he does so.

"Hmm... I think I'll let you guess." He offers up a grin, and once he's pressed in fully he takes a moment just to enjoy the feeling before he pulls out slightly again, rocking his hips forward at a slow pace. He kisses at his partner's neck, up to his jaw, before nipping at his lower lip and transitioning it to a needy kiss.

"Just promise me..." He pulls back to breathe his words against Emet-Selch's ear after a minute, still keeping his thrusts slow and purposeful. "No breaking free of it. It would be pointless for me to have learned it otherwise." Honestly, in the end he mostly did pay attention with Emet-Selch in mind.

"You can't, ah-" To ask him to commit to something when slowly pushing into him in such a way, his friend can be a devious little thing when he wishes to be. "You can't expect me to make a promise when I don't know what I am agreeing to." Even though he cannot bring himself to give in to it just yet, he understands what Hythlodaeus is getting at. So instead, he makes a counter-offer.

"Ask me again once I have figured it out." It is whispered in return into his lover's ear as he lifts his own head up to offer a few kisses to his jaw before pulling him into another heated kiss, attempting to entice his lover's tongue with his own as his fingertips drag across his partner's back.

Breaking from the kiss his arms wrap around those shoulders with a firmer grip as his legs do the same, lifting his hips up slightly as their bodies move together in an attempt to intensify the feeling.

He wonders if Emet-Selch will want to agree once he's close enough to realise what is happening, but he relents anyway.

"Very well." He returns the kiss enthusiastically, and once it's broken he moves to let out a soft moan as he rocks his hips faster. He does hope his friend at least considers the request.

Kissing tenderly at his shoulder, he relishes the Manna flowing between them freely now. Who knew that when they held nothing back, this would be the outcome? It had been good before, but it's so much nicer when he can freely express his love.

Their movements increase and so does the pleasure, and with it he begins to toe that line between wishing to continue drawing it out and hastily seeking completion.

He doesn't take it that far quite yet and manages to resist touching himself even though he wants to, but he becomes a little pushier with his own actions, moving his body with his lover's and keeping him close, sinking teeth into his shoulder to sufficiently mark it before his mouth trails up Hythlodaeus's neck and jaw. "More", "Harder", "Right there", Little demands whispered here and there into his lover's ear to try and entice him to give him more. How could you not when the Manna is a high in itself.

Meanwhile however, a part of him is trying to work out what the spell was for. Nothing seemed physically changed and there was certainly no diminishing of sensation. He can feel it, a little pulse of aether and manna that is rising but it doesn't seem to be doing anything else. Oh, what could it be..

The little encouragements make him move faster, his own hand curling around his partner's length to rub his thumb over the head as he moves inside him. He has a smile on his face- he can tell Emet-Selch is trying to figure it out, and he wonders what his reaction will be once he does.

For now he focuses on the growing need to move faster, the way his breath catches and hitches as the pleasure increases, the sounds Emet makes driving him to go harder. He presses kisses to his neck, biting at his shoulder and sucking at the skin, and moans as he gets closer to his own release. "Mm... Hades..."

He loves having the name on his lips. Loves knowing that it's his dearest friend he's with. Just that knowledge might have tipped him over the edge, but Emet-Selch isn't the only one he placed that charm upon. He slows somewhat once he hits that point, not wanting to get so desperate that he removes the charm, instead languidly rolling his hips into Emet-Selch and giving himself a moment to breathe.

Words between them fade into nothing but the gasps and moans uttered between them as they both edge closer. Hythlodaeus' mouth showering attention on his neck as his hand gives light touches to his cock, perfectly augmenting the pleasure deriving from each thrust forward and all he can do is attempt to stifle his moans against the other man's skin as it pushes him over and he finds release.

Except he doesn't. What he does find is the unique warmth of the incantation placed upon him as it fully activates. There is pure confusion for a moment as all he can do is gasp for breath, trying to deal with the sensory overload as he attempts to determine what happened. And in that moment he recognizes it- a limiter not unlike the one placed on Convocation members to control their magic. He'd honestly forgotten about the spell for a second.

"Seriously.." He sees what is going on now as he presses his head against his lover's shoulder and groans. How very mischievous. How very frustrating. Yet he won't lie, in a way its actually a bit of a turn-on to have that control taken away, even though he hasn't fully relinquished it.

"You do know.. I can break it any moment I wish to.." But he has no inclination to, not yet. The words spoken are short and to the point as he catches his breath, still focused on the slow rolling of their hips. "What if I was to say.. I shall indulge it a while longer." It may be the closest thing to a promise that his friend is going to get.

"I would be pleased to hear it."

He keeps his thrusts slower for now, panting as his over sensitive cock twitches inside him, aching for release but wanting to make the charm useful. He knows if he hadn't come a moment ago, watching his partner now would have pushed him straight there. He toys with his cock, giving it slow strokes that hopefully won't overload Emet-Selch with sensation, and he holds his hips still experimentally to see how long he can do it for. The answer is not long at all.

"Heh... you make quite the sight like this. I could keep you here for hours..." Could, but he won't. Not only because one of them would get frustrated by that point and break the charm, but because half of the allure is how fleeting the moment can be.

"Then hear it. I will promise to try and not break it." A compromise. It isn't a promise he can commit to fully, not when he could take it off so easily. He does not feel the need to explain it- Hythlodaeus knows him extremely well after all, and how his patience would begin to wear thin if drawing it out began to morph in to actual frustration.

When his lover speaks again it is met with a fleeting smirk, both his arms wrapping tightly around his neck for support as Emet-Selch lifts his head up, foreheads resting together. Half-lidded eyes have their gaze fixed upon their partner's features, watching all the little expressions of pleasure which wash over them and were it any other situation he thinks he would probably be able to come just by watching his face alone.

"Hours? You would cave in first." His words are barely above a whisper, as he lets his teeth tug lightly at his friend's lip. Mostly a bluff of course, as he knows he himself couldn't keep this up for much longer. Not when each movement still leaves his mouth gasping and cock aching in such a way. But he's sure that if it came down to it, he could convince Hythlodaeus to let the charm go.

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