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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.

"Oh, I certainly would." He chuckles- he knows he couldn't keep this up for that long. Even if he wasn't inside him, just watching would soon have him squirming. But if he had the patience...

"Just a little longer..." He rocks into him a few more times, but then he catches his lover's eye and his resolve melts. How can he hold back? By now he's desperate to come anyway, and so he places his hand on Emet-Selch's stomach and releases the spell. His hips buck forward perhaps twice before he comes, and it hits hard after being delayed for so long. All he can do is groan and drive his hips forward, riding it out and hoping that it's half as good for his partner as it is for him.

Being able to only hum in agreement he is wrapped around his lover tightly as if holding on for dear life, thought to be fair it is rather like that in the moment. Dancing around that peak for what feels like forever, wanting to come while holding on to that last slither of resolve as he waits for Hythlodaeus to break the spell means it is quite literally the only thing in the world he is thinking about right now and the Synchrony does not hide it.

Finally the spell is unmade and the after-effects are almost immediate. One good thrust forward is all it takes before he comes, his lover's name barely leaving his lips before the intensity of it takes over and he can do nothing but to succumb to it, riding it out until, eventually, his mind actually begins to work again.

Effectively flopping back down on the bed all he can manage in those first few moments is to just breathe and enjoy both the manna and the well deserved satisfaction.

"Where have you been learning things like that?" He asks, still pretty breathless from their activities. "Or could you always do it?"

Resting against Emet-Selch contentedly, he doesn't pull out yet. He's always liked to stay inside him for longer than needed, just because the connection is always so pleasant.

"They were doing a course on sex magic... I attended with Azem yesterday." He chuckles, breathless. "We didn't listen to all of it, admittedly. But I did learn how to do that."

Kissing his partner's cheek, he grins. "I had you in mind for the most part. Though I knew you'd be able to break the enchantment easily enough, I was rather hoping you'd let me try it anyway."

Emet-Selch is in no hurry to move either, simply letting his arms wrap around him once more, hands resting on his back and idly stroking it.

"Sex magic. You and Azem." The revelation elicits a snort. "Since when did you two become so studious? Or is only due to the topic? Dirty dirty." It honestly makes him chuckle, the thought of his two friends sitting in a classroom somewhere taking serious notes on something like that. If only they put that much effort in when they were all younger.

"If you wanted me not to break it you'd have to put a lot more into it. Like-" Suddenly he stops talking, lips pursed tightly. The brainfog has now cleared enough to make him realise that babbling about all the potential weaknesses and strengths of spells like that would doom him for all eternity if he were one of the ones subjected to it.

"...Never mind. So, Sex magic huh." Don't ask.

"Admittedly, most of my notes from that class are aimless doodles... heh."

He eyes Emet-Selch with interest though, propping himself up to look at him. "Oh? No, do go on, what exactly would I have to do in order to not have you break it?"

He giggles, before peppering kisses along his jaw. "Come now, wouldn't you like to teach me?" Even if only to shut him up- because he's sure not going to quit asking now until he has an answer.

Emet-Selch can only groan, he should have known better than to open his mouth.

"No. Why would I tell you, let alone teach you? I would be inviting my own downfall." Nope, he isn't going to give out secret information that easily. Having said that, he has a few ideas of what would work if he knew the incantation properly. The benefit of being a master mage.

"Because it should please you to watch me learn something new, of course. I would most certainly teach you if it were me..."

He cuddles in close and tucks a strand of his partner's hair behind his ear. "Surely there must be some way I can change your mind." He isn't sure what kind of deal he can strike while still balls deep in him but there has to be something Emet-Selch wants from him.

"Mmm, now you wish to learn? When almost every other time I want you to use your magicks you attempt to make me do it for you instead? Maybe I should just let you stew for a century or two."

Not that they have a century in all likelihood. His retort is also not meant to be taken seriously, for it would be pretty weird to want to start an argument with someone who literally still has their penis inside you.

Despite being difficult about it, there is something he wants.

"...Show me the spell?" There is no 'please', though it is implied by the tone. It doesn't matter if it's used for sex, there is still a lot he does not know about manna-magic and he wishes to pick it apart.

Hythlodaeus smirks and nuzzles him- he's feeling affectionate still, despite Emet-Selch being his usual difficult self.

"Hmmm... I think it's fair as long as you teach me how to make it stronger."

He traces his fingers down his friend's chest. "You simply think about what you want- 'tis not unlike creation magic in that regard, in that it requires that you're sure you want it. And then you simply..."

He lets his hand move further down, not minding the mess, and Emet may feel the tug of magic being placed upon him again. He's sure that with his mind less addled, Emet can figure out more while breaking free of it. "There is no special incantation. Rather easy magic, at least for those of us who are more naturally adept at it."

Of course had it involved manipulating aether itself, Hythlodaeus feels he might have struggled. It's why he's unsure of the spells that involved magical bindings, though he did write the information down anyway. He produces his notebook and hands it over before finally pulling out and lying beside him.

"If you'll excuse the drawings... I wrote down whatever caught my interest."

"And leave myself at your mercy? Hmm...no. I would have to be feeling particularly masochistic to agree to that." He pretends to think it over as he watches the spell be placed upon him. He probably will teach him in the end and they both know it, it's almost as if he likes having things to complain about. Once he has the details he is certain he will be able to think of a way or two to enhance it. Maybe add a second enchantment to it. We'll see.

Taking the notebook he rolls over on to his stomach, flicking through pages of the notebook with a bemused look at all the doodles. He is aware of the magic still placed upon him, but intends to read the notes first before playing with it.

"I can see quite clearly what held your interest." Some headers have nothing but a word or two followed by details, but a few- like the one used here- are much more detailed. Better yet the notes are written from their perspective and how they themselves use magic, which already makes it far easier to comprehend.

Silently engrossed in the notebook he rolls on to his side to face Hythlodaeus after a few minutes, a look of satisfaction as he clicks his fingers and the spell fades away. Much better to take the time and work out how to undo it, rather than forcefully break it.

"Made for novices I assume. Quite easy to unravel once you know what it is you are looking for."

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