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Emet-Selch is still silent. His gaze does not leave the bird. No, he is fully commited to this little endeavor. So they stand there, for a full two minutes or so, the bird ruffling its feathers, unmoving, while Emet-Selch folds his arms tightly, staring the bird down.

Until the creature finally blinks, before chattering its beak to begin making an absolutely horrific noise that echoes within the walls like artillery fire going off.

"That's more like it." Emet-Selch is not startled by the noise, almost as if he expected it. He won and that is what matters.

"And no, I did not summon it. Why would I? I have met their kind before though." Apparently they just have an affinity for him.

Wincing, Hythlodaeus still snickers at the exchange.

"Oh, I don't know, mayhap you summoned it in your sleep. I recall them from our time in Elpis, albeit smaller."

He bites his lip, obviously up to something. "'Twould make for a good companion, wouldn't you say?"

The bird seems to have gotten over its little challenge, now back to wandering the kitchen area, taking a good look at everything around it as its giant feet tap on the floor tiles with each step.

"If I'm summoning in my sleep, we have bigger problems than a bird." That would be truly problematic, though Emet-Selch is certain it is not the case here.

"Besides, being in possession of a soul indicates that this one is no arcane entity that I created. It simply exists. Besides, I would have made it a lot smaller if I were ever inclined to do so." Has Emet-Selch ever made them before, or are just naturally predisposed to seeking him out? If he has, he never admits to it. A mystery for the ages indeed.

Letting out another sigh, he moves to walk in front of the bird, encouraging it to turn around and leave the way it came. Honestly? The thing is a little endearing, at least in Emet-Selch's eyes.

"Not inside the house, it won't. But it can stay outside, if it pleases."

"Right you are. Do you think it would allow me to touch it?"

He steps closer to it- it looks at him as he reaches a hand out cautiously, and as he scratches at its neck feathers it simply stares. Well... that's better than biting his hand off.

"We could let it inside if the weather is bad, surely?" Said as if he doesn't intend to let the bird in every time Emet-Selch isn't around...

He answers with a shrug, but then Hythlodaeus is already sticking his hand out anyway. No limbs have been removed during the process, so it seems the bird has taken a liking to them both.

"It's a bird, the creature is likely fine outside..." Though. Hmm. Emet-Selch is frowning again. He thinks back to his first weeks here in the city where he almost froze to death twice as he shoos the bird back out onto the balcony for now.

"....Only if it is truly awful outside. My first month here the weather nearly killed people."

"Truly? Full glad am I that you came out of it unscathed."

He watches Emet-Selch usher the bird back outside and shrugs. "I don't see why it couldn't have stayed inside for a little while..." He would rather enjoy the distraction. As it is, he simply sits back down to pick up his tea again.

"I trust you will provide ample distraction in its place?" It's as close to admitting that he still doesn't feel quite right as he's getting.

"If you call hugging a complete stranger for body warmth 'unscathed', then sure." Less said about that, the better.

With the bird gotten rid of for now and nothing to show for it but a few stray feathers which can wait for tomorrow, Emet-Selch chooses to follow suit, taking a seat on the sofa once more and reaching for his tea, taking a long sip.

"Is that what it was? A distraction?"

The wording is not lost on him. In fact, he places his mug back on the coffee table momentarily. They may have been separated a long time, but he knows his friend well. Something weighs on his mind. It's one thing to seek enjoyment out of getting Emet-Selch to do something with him or for him, but this seems something different entirely.

"A distraction from what?" He has an inkling. There is a reason they are sat out here and not asleep after all. Still, he cannot be sure.

"A distraction from... memories, I suppose. The dream lingers."

Sipping at his tea, he sighs through his nose. "But I do not wish to think about it. Nor do I particularly want to talk about it, hence needing a distraction."

He smiles weakly at Emet-Selch. He doesn't like admitting to having such thoughts, but if it's only Hades then it isn't so bad. His trusted friend... he is lucky to have him again.

"I do feel better than I did before, however. Please don't feel you need to worry on my behalf."

"If you do not wish to speak of it, we won't."

He isn't going to push it if Hythlodaeus does not wish to discuss it. They aren't good memories, and they are certain to keep cropping up anyway no matter how much they discuss it, some events are simply too traumatic to resolve. They probably should at some point though. Talk about it, that is. But not in the middle of the night, when half tired with rattled nerves.

Twisting around slightly he leans an arm on the back of the sofa, resting his head on it as the other reaches out to sweep hair away for his friend's face. A distraction, he can certainly provide.

"What kind of distraction are you wanting?" They have it all. Food, drink, a bird outside. The innocent kind- the variety of media now available to them. The not so innocent kind. A smile creeps across his lips, he knows which one he'd go for if it were up to him.

He leans into that hand, before shuffling closer and resting his head against Emet-Selch's shoulder.

"Anything at all, my friend. Though judging by your smile, you have something in mind?"

He chuckles, leaning over to set his drink back down again before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Please do share."

He brushes hair away for a moment longer, letting fingers twirl around it playfully before his hand settles on the back of his friend's neck.

"Simply a distraction which can prove to the both of us that this is not a dream." They have been here together for several days now yet even so, not even Emet-Selch can shake that little nagging doubt that rears from time to time, that this was all an illusion, that he had finally flipped.

But in dreams you cannot touch, and feel the warmth, nor relish in the scents of the tea, or shampoo used. Not with the same intensity anyway, and he's know because he'd certainly thought of it over time.

"...Not a bad dream, anyway." He adds on, amused by his own thoughts as he leans in to press smirking lips into the ones before him, as he casually drops his other arm to meet the other in intertwining around Hythlodaeus' neck. The kiss is slow and languid, he is in no rush and they have the time to spare.

This is certainly an idea he can get behind- he has the same thoughts sometimes, that perhaps he's simply imagining all of this. Though he does wonder why his imagination would introduce a shoebill of all things.

Kissing back slowly, he eventually mimics Emet-Selch's position from when they'd first arrived here together- he shifts to straddle him on the sofa, all the better to be closer to him. He presses in, tangling a hand in his hair, savouring the feel of lips on his own, knowing that it's Hades and relishing it. He's in no hurry, simply enjoying the kiss for what it is.

There's nobody who could possibly make his heart soar the way Emet-Selch does. For as nice as it is to kiss others, he'll never be near dizzy with affection the way he is with his dear friend. It certainly does provide that much needed distraction.

Hythlodaeus moves into his lap and it only serves to make everything so much better. His own hands drop to slide around his waist, settling upon his lower back to pull him in close and keep him there as he leans back into the sofa, comfortable and happy.

The kiss gets deepened a little, its instinctive after the change in position as Emet-Selch muses over it in his mind. It really is quite funny that there is no awkwardness about it, that their actions and even bodies seem to fit together so well, one could think they had always been this way. And while he has had plenty of positive experiences here, some even quite nice, there is still only one person who he wants to kiss simply to enjoy the act.

Of course that means the escalation occurs naturally too, easily, and perhaps the only consolation (or burden, depending on how you wish to look at it) is that the thick fabric of their dressing gowns serves to limit the amount of contact between their two bodies. If it weren't there, he knows they'd be going at it already.

He breaks away from this kiss, head tilting to place others across Hythlodaeus' jaw as he speaks, these ones slow but lingering.

"Distracting enough?

"Almost..." He chuckles it as Emet-Selch kisses his jaw, eyes closed. He starts fiddling with his dressing gown, slipping it off his shoulders, leaving it to pool at his hips and continue to cover the rest of him. He's thankful that he decided not to put any sweatpants on- even the dressing down was only for modesty's sake. He doesn't really get cold anymore.

"But you could stand to distract me a little more." He tilts his own head to press kisses to the other man's neck, enjoying the feel of his skin beneath his lips. The very fact that they fit together so perfectly is a source of great comfort to Hythlodaeus- as if there had been any doubt in his mind that they wouldn't. It all feels so natural, so very right.

Nipping softly at his throat, he then moves his lips back up to meet Emet-Selch's again, leaving a fond kiss there once more.

Emet-Selch was trying his best here to not rush anything, to play the super long game when it came to distracting. But then Hythlodaeus is slipping off his robe and very suddenly that plan goes out of the window.

He had removed his hands to make it easier for the fabric to be removed, but as soon as it is done they quickly slide back around his friend, fingertips putting pressure on the skin beneath them as he drags them, all the way down the other man's spine as he enjoys their shared kiss.

"Perhaps a lot more is needed."

Parting momentarily, he stops to undo the tie of his own dressing gown, slipping his arms out of it with ease and letting it fall from him. Once done his hands are quickly wandering again, this time coming to rest on Hythlodaeus' ass to pull him even closer still, allowing their warm bodies to be flush against each other and enjoy the feeling it provides as he offers a few nips to the neck, doing his best to avoid any overly marked and therefore sore areas, trailing them upwards slowly until reaching his mouth to kiss once more.

He shivers at the feeling of fingers down his back, and when Emet-Selch removes his dressing gown in return he eagerly presses against him, hips rolling down once just to tease. The kiss is more heated this time, his mind finally straying from his previous thoughts to what's in front of him- his friend, his wonderful friend whom he loves dearly. It will be okay, as long as they're together here.

Of course, his feelings are broadcast rather loudly thanks to the synchrony. His affection, how grateful he is, it all comes flooding through. He rocks down again, breath hitching, hands tangling in his partner's hair as he sighs through his nose. Maybe they can just do this all night. It would be preferable to sleeping again.

The feelings conveyed through the synchrony are read loud and clear, a uniqueness to it that gives their actions a whole new level of intimacy, as if their very souls are intertwining along with their bodies. The feeling is so very warm and a mirror of his own, the consolidation of affections and love he came to realise he had, which had nothing to do but intensify to an almost obsessive degree over the passing of time.

His own breath hitches as their hips rock together again and combined with the Synchrony it is suddenly not enough, all he wants to do is have every inch of them flush together, to let hands roam and mouth wander for however long-- a reminder that this is all very much real.

"Hold tight."

A quick warning as he loops his arms around his friend's hips, shuffling forward before lifting them both from the sofa. There's somewhere much more comfortable with a lot more space to continue this, so after making sure he has a steady enough grip he makes use of his strength, moving them back over to their bedroom and back onto their bed.

"Oh-" He chuckles with delight as Emet-Selch picks him up, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and letting him carry him through to the bedroom. On his back he smiles up at his partner, pulling him closer and into another brief kiss before he fiddles with Emet-Selch's sweatpants.

"Take these off, won't you?" He wants to feel him fully, with no barriers between them. As it should be. He's already growing hard, something that's quite apparent with nothing covering him.

He pulls back momentarily, to sit up and properly pull the sweatpants off, which thankfully does not take much with them already being loose. Discarding them on the floor without a second thought he moves back, nicely nestled between Hythlodaeus' legs as he moves back up, lowering his body back down while an arm on the mattress bears most of his weight.

He lets their hips rock together slowly, his own growing hardness now hard to miss with the loss of clothing as he lowers his head, giving another heated kiss and enjoying the taste of the mouth below him.

The kiss is welcomed, his hand threading through Emet-Selch's hair while his other rests at his side, rubbing slowly over the skin there. He finds himself full of emotions once more- the way Emet-Selch feels and tastes is intoxicating, and he moans softly into the kiss as he rolls his hips down against him.

He only breaks the kiss to catch his breath, eyes lidded as he looks up at his friend with a flush to his cheeks. He lifts his hips to meet Emet-Selch's, the hand at his side lowering to grasp at his partner's cock, trying to work him up more with slow strokes.

"Don't leave me wanting for long, will you...?"

The hand on his cock was not expected and he moans around the skin currently held by his mouth. His lover is feeling greedy right now, which is fine. He shall oblige.

Stealing another kiss before breaking away, he leaves a few more nips to his throat as he enjoys the hand on him for a little longer, which is doing a good job of making him fully aroused and a lot more riled up, before he gently pulls the arm away from him and lowers himself down.

"Tell me when to stop."

A request that will make sense a moment later as his head is now flush with his friend's hips. Taking his cock in hand as he lets his tongue tease the slit, he takes in the taste of him as his lips slowly cover the head, bobbing over it a little as his tongue swirls over it before lowering his head to take him in further.

Their escapades from these last few days have taught him that this is a surefire way of getting his partner close, and fairly quickly too if he does it right, which is the intention here.

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.

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