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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."

"I didn't need an introductory guide to what sex is." Though he's written the title, the only thing under it is a badly rendered drawing of Azem looking at her notes.

He grins as Emet-Selch removes the charm. It doesn't matter how simple it may be, he's always loved watching him work. It baffles him how someone can be so talented... yes, it's a novice charm but to figure it out and undo it so quickly is something Hythlodaeus finds incredibly attractive. The little snap is always a bonus.

He cuddles up close again, eyeing the book. "I suppose you would already know how to bind someone with magic, wouldn't you?" He smirks. "Have you ever used it in the bedroom before?"

A dangerous road to be going down now that Emet-Selch has seen his notes on orgasm denial, but he's ever so curious.

"I have not used it in that sense, but yes. I could bind someone in my sleep." He may be bragging but it isn't exactly a lie either. He is confident in his own abilities and while they are limited here, he still believes that it would take anyone, even Hythlodaeus, considerable effort to break free if he were serious about it.

He can see where this conversation is going though, as he moves the notebook to one hand and settles the other around his lover's waist. In honesty his own mind was already there after reading the notes- for two specific reasons. One being the use of magical binds themselves while the other pertains to a little detail added within the spell.

"You know if I did it, you wouldn't be able to break free. I'd make sure of it." The words are practically purred out as he leans his head in closer, fairly certain the words would be considered a promise rather than a deterrent.

"I'm sure that would be the case, yes..." He's sure all the determination in the world wouldn't free him, but that's half of the fun. He wants to be at Emet-Selch's mercy for a little while.

"I know exactly what I'd be getting into. And you know that I'd enjoy every minute of it."

He leans in to kiss him again, slow and deliberate, reaching to rub his thumb across his cheek. "I trust you." He wouldn't let just anyone bind him, after all. Not just for his safety, but because he wouldn't necessarily trust them to make it pleasurable for them both.

"I thought as much. And I shall gladly provide." It wouldn't have been brought up otherwise, but he still felt the need to point it out.

He reciprocates the kiss, smirking into it as it lingers on and he thinks about the particular incantation he can use, and the changes he can make to the one listed in the notebook. As they begin to break away he leans in further to initiate it again, the second kiss filled with far more passion and intent, though over far too soon as he moves to sit up and reach for the things they left on the side table.

"First things first.." Using the towel from earlier and a wisp of magic to clean up the mess from before, his other hand clutches the wineglass as he drinks from it. It's barely a third full but enough for a few mouthfuls as he consumes half of it before offering to his lover alongside the cloth.

"I suggest you make yourself comfortable. You are going to be here a while." So what if they just finished and were still basking in that post-coital high? That fact meant it was actually the opportune time for such a thing with most of that tension gone, for Emet-Selch fully intends to drag it out. With one additional detail. "Put that charm back on also."

He drinks the rest of the wine and offers the glass back to Emet-Selch, before lying back and getting comfortable. Not hard to do when the bed is so nice... he takes the moment to reapply the charm, then smiles over at Emet-Selch.

"How should I position myself?" He rests his arms above his head, but he's unsure of how thoroughly he's being bound here. Legs too? It's possible... and he kind of hopes he will. "Arms above my head like this? Or perhaps-" He moves his hands apart, still above him, but closer to the corners of the bed. "Like this?"

Someone is having too much fun with this already.

"Hmm.. Like that."

Getting rid of the glass he moves closer, shuffling between Hythlodaeus' legs and sitting up over him as he begins to weave some magic. A touch to his lover's wrist before stretching out to touch the corner of the bed and the bindings appear, a mixture of manna and aether rather than anything truly tangible, though taut enough that any movement shall be minimal. Repeating it for the second wrist and satisfied that it is strong enough, before he begins to do the same on both ankles. Here it is looser and allowing for some movement, but not too much.

"And as for this-" His fingers trace over his lover's torso, where the charm had been added. He'd asked Hythlodaeus to re-weave it on purpose, because it could be easily broken that way and he wishes to add to it.

"You can thank your detailed notes for my inspiration, and your suffering." Not often does Emet-Selch look mischievous, but that is certainly the look he is wearing now as he begins to place a second incantation over it, intertwining with what is already there.

That is the only hint he is going to give as it would be no fun if it was figured out too easily. The notes about bindings had included a clause- a safeword of sorts expressed in a short spell that needed to be enacted by both parties- a way to break it and give an 'out' if needed. But anyone with as much magical experience as he knows how to manipulate it and cast it on someone, silently, without them even knowing what it is. They 'key' to unlocking it is of course his own name 'Hades' so using it is a bit of a gamble, but it's also no secret that he likes hearing it so his friend tends to save using it for when he's worked up and wants his way.

He tests the bindings and isn't surprised to find they're as taut as he expected. He smirks at the comment. "The suffering will be worth it in the end, won't it?" And he'll enjoy it in his own way, besides.

"But I am glad I could inspire you." It means they'll both be having fun here. He shifts a little, wanting to touch his lover already but able to accept that he can't for now. He's not as riled up as he could be, but there is some anticipation settling in his groin that keeps him half hard.

"May I ask for one more kiss before you begin to torture me?" He just wants to feel Emet-Selch's lips on his own. He's greedy for him despite the recent orgasm, and he's sure he's never going to tire of being close to him.

"A reasonable request." Satisfied with his handiwork he moves up to his lover, leaning over him to give a lingering kiss.

It starts off fairly slow as he takes his time with it, eventually deepening it as he brings a hand up to run across Hythlodaeus' cheek, after which it drops and begins to chart a path downwards, tracing over his chest and stomach before wrapping around his cock, giving a few slow pumps just to tease and show a little attention before he lets go in favor of letting his hands explore some more.

Breaking from the kiss his mouth begins to work its way down his neck in a trail of kisses and a few flicks of his tongue, leaving lovebites and sucking languidly on the spots where he already knows it is appreciated as he very meticulously aims to have his mouth upon every inch of the other man's torso.

"Mm.. normally you get pushy and want to skip this part." Emet-Selch is being slow and taking his time and he knows it, but this time he gets to do as he pleases while his lover has to just lay there and take it, a stance that he is honestly becoming more enamored with in each passing minute.

"Though be sure to give me pointers if you so wish." Hythlodaeus is not shy, if something feels particularly good, or doesn't, he's confident he shall be told about it, and he wishes to know it all. Eventually though he makes his way down to his lover's hips, taking hold of his cock once more and letting his lips brush over the head as he debates how next to proceed.

The kiss and the brief stroking has him moan quietly, more of a satisfied hum than anything too desperate yet, but he's sure with the way Emet-Selch starts to kiss down his body he'll soon feel needy. He shifts under him, cock hardening again as he's kissed in all the right places, and by the time he gets down to his hips he's a little breathless.

"Pointers...? Hm." He supposes he'll regret telling him, but he's already given him free reign over his body so why not? "You could go a little lower and work on my inner thighs." He's pretty sensitive there.

Deciding to respond with actions via words, he just begins to shuffle himself downwards a little further, slipping a hand under one of his legs to lift it up a little before he settles his mouth upon it.

A couple kisses placed upon the soft tissue of the inner thigh before he begins to nibble away at it, working up the leg and getting rougher with his teeth as he gets closer to the top, though balancing it out by making sure he is attentive enough with his tongue over the bruises he knows he is leaving.

Moving on to the other leg he repeats his handiwork though he is keeping an eye on his partner's reactions throughout, both via the expressions on his face and the hardness of his cock. It's obvious that Hythlodaeus is getting more worked up as the time passes and will soon be wanting for more.

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