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His breath catches as Hades works on his thighs, and he closes his eyes and relishes the feeling. He'll know how it's affecting Hythlodaeus from the little sounds he makes, the way his hips shift, the way his hands tug slightly at the restraints. By the time his lover is done he's hard enough that it's starting to ache, and he wishes Emet-Selch would touch him.

But he knows they're only just getting started, and he won't resort to begging just yet. He has a little more self control than that. So he simply keeps his eyes closed, breathing slowly in an effort to keep himself ready for whatever Emet-Selch decides to do next. He's hoping it involves his cock, but he feels like if he actually asks for it, Emet-Selch will decide to do something else.

Hythlodaeus would be absolutely right in thinking that if it were asked of him his lover may feel inclined not to give it, if only to hear him whine about it for a while. Luckily for him however what comes next does involve his cock, as Emet-Selch shifts his focus from light teasing to wanting to see just how many times he can make him come (or try to, anyway) before he is just a writhing mess who cannot take it anymore.

Sliding a palm around the cock beside him he gives a few teasing strokes to it as he leaves a last little nip to the leg before moving to show attention to what's in his hand, allowing his tongue to run over the slit and encircle the head before he takes it into his mouth. He works at it for a while, his hand steadily working the shaft as he puts his mouth and tongue to good use over the head.

While he is not rushing it, he is not holding back either because he knows the man below him won't be able to finish, and when they reach that point where he knows its close he sinks his head lower, bobbing in earnest with the knowledge that it is only going to leave him edging with no release before he pulls away, letting go and rising up to be over his lover's body, face to face so that he may gaze upon his expression during this little bit of respite.

"Shall I continue, or are you wanting for more yet?" Fairly certain he knows the answer, but Emet-Selch just wants to hear him say it. And if the look on his face was anything to go by, he is enjoying every second of this.

The mouth around his cock leaves him groaning, and although he tries to keep quiet he can't. It's hard to keep his hips still, cock heavy and aching by the time Emet-Selch pulls up to look at him, every little touch intensified and his breath comes in trembling gasps, teetering on the edge of coming but knowing he can't. It's both exciting and frustrating at the same time. He tugs at the restraints again as he tries to reach Hades' lips with his own, but upon failing he relaxes and looks up at his lover instead. He can tell he's enjoying himself and secretly, he's very happy to have suggested something that Emet-Selch likes so much.

"I am yours to do with as you please... it is your decision." In other words, he's not quite broken yet. Trembling yes, precum leaking onto his stomach, flushed and wanting to be fucked until he can come- but not a complete mess the way Emet wants him to be. Not yet.

"Hmm.." It sounds as though he is contemplating what comes next, but it is all for show. Honestly he is enjoying himself which is a double-edged sword in a way, the little ideas he has which could be used to prolong this further have to fight against the growing urge to just bury his cock inside his lover. He's made a point of not touching himself and not getting too riled up, wanting it to last longer when he is eventually inside him, but by this point his own arousal is becoming harder to ignore.

A hand slips under Hythlodaeus' head and into his hair, pushing it upwards enough so they can meet in a heated kiss while his other hands conjures up the lubricant- forever grateful that Malachite had not decided to take that little trick away from them. Breaking away he coats his fingers, pressing one inside his lover with another soon after, laying down a few kisses but mostly just studying the other man's expressions as he continues his preparations. Once done however he does not immediately retract his fingers, instead twisting them around a bit in order to easily hit that overly sensitive spot within which he does, repeatedly, an attempt to make his friend a little more flustered before removing them.

"You do make quite the sight like this, you know." All flushed and worked up and such a variety of expressions, but perhaps most importantly a mouth which is too focused on letting out sounds of enjoyment rather than the usual teasing words. Something which suits Emet-Selch just fine, the thought of which causing him to smirk as he finishes using the rest of the lubricant on himself, repositioning slightly before beginning to guide himself in.

It's around the time Emet-Selch presses his fingers in that he starts to lose composure. Especially when he hits the right spot over and over- that has him crying out, pulling at his restraints as he tries to buck into the hand. He's dazed as Emet compliments him and all he can do is wait impatiently for him to push his cock in, so he can squeeze around him and rock his hips down as best as he can.

He won't ask for the charm to be removed just yet, because he knows he'll come as soon as it's gone and he's aware that Emet-Selch likely has a little way to go still. But it's so tempting... He just wants to come already. His cock aches, twitching at the slightest touch to his over sensitive body. He looks at Emet-Selch as if he's his entire world- and in some ways that isn't so far from the truth. What would he do without him now?

He pushes in gradually, closing his eyes and letting out a groan as he feels the warmth and tightness around him. Just watching his lover, the looks on his face combined with the sounds he is making served to turn him on enough that Emet-Selch doesn't wish to draw it out much longer, never mind the obvious fact that his lover is overly sensitive all over.

Not interested in holding back he lets his movements build up, hips snapping back and forth as he thrusts into his lover and combined with the sight below and the way Hythlodaeus is looking at him, he can feel his own pleasure rising rapidly, and eventually when he feels himself getting closer he leans down further, pulling up his lover's head again into a kiss before speaking softly into his ear.

"If you ask me really nicely, I may be inclined to remove the charm." He has it set up in a way so that once the right word is used, in this case his own name, the spell shall simply fade away.

The pleasure is almost painful at this point, but he takes it gladly all the same. He can barely tear his eyes from his partner, and when he kisses him he returns it desperately.

"A-ah... please, Hades..." He might have begged, at this point. Pleaded for mercy. As it happens, he doesn't need to. Just the impassioned invocation of his lover's name does the trick, and he shuts his eyes and lets out a loud moan as he's finally released from the spell. He comes hard, and it feels like it lasts forever. He tightens around Emet-Selch and tugs hard on the restraints, and then slowly he relaxes, panting.

His body feels heavy and he's pretty sure his ears are ringing, but he's sated and content.

He really is growing fond of that in these times of intimacy, the sound of his name called out as if it is the only thing that matters in that moment. The spell breaks as expected and the tightening around his own cock as he pushes in again enough to make him come, dropping his head to his lover's chest as he rocks his hips forward to ride out the bliss which follows.

A moment later once his mind begins to be coherent again he wills the restraints away with a brief snap. He does not wish to move yet, only adjusting enough so that he can move his head up slightly to rest upon the crook of his partner's neck as he takes a moment to catch his breath.

The removal of the restraints is welcomed, and he slowly moves his arms to curl around Emet-Selch's shoulders. He's still trying to steady his breathing, moving his lips to press tiredly against his lover's head as he nuzzles him fondly.

It was certainly worth it, to let Emet-Selch have his way this time. He thinks the other man would agree, too. He doesn't need to ask how Emet feels after that- the synchrony all but tells him. It occurs to him suddenly that they've probably knocked some of those desserts onto the floor... what a terrible waste.

A minute or two pass, taking the time to just catch breath and experience the contentment which has followed. The Synchrony is still strong also and offers its own sense of relaxation, and he could quite honestly fall asleep right here without moving an inch.

But it would be rather awkward to do so given the position, so he musters up what energy he has left to pull out and roll onto his side, now able to be properly face to face with his lover and wrap arms around him, letting out a content sigh.

"Well it certainly worked how I intended..." Both the charm, and the restraints he conjured.

"Mmmm." He shifts to cuddle up close to Emet and sighs deeply, content.

"We should do that again some time..." He rather liked being helpless, for once. He wouldn't do that with just anyone, either. It's likely something only Emet could get away with.

"For now, I think I'm rather worn out." He could honestly doze right here, and they can clean up this mess later.

"Mmm.. let us rest for a while. 'Tis early still."

He's honestly exhausted and nothing seems more appealing than a nice nap in this moment. Cleaning up and bathing can wait, he is content to snuggle against his lover and doze off for a while.

Edited 2022-03-26 08:59 (UTC)

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