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Foreplay is always part of the fun, but he's gotten a bit impatient imagining how Hythlodaeus will look pressed against his desk.
With the addition of his magicks and Hythlodaeus' eagerness, he doesn't waste more time trying to enter slowly. He works his cock fully inside of his lover with a heady moan, hips grinding against Hythlodaeus before he really starts to thrust. "It is you who is exquisite." He insists. Yes, perhaps they're one of those sickeningly sweet couples who could go back and forth on this for ages, but it's true. Hythlodaeus is a living work of art, and he belongs to Hades body and soul.
He knows, despite everything, how blessed he is.
With the addition of his magicks and Hythlodaeus' eagerness, he doesn't waste more time trying to enter slowly. He works his cock fully inside of his lover with a heady moan, hips grinding against Hythlodaeus before he really starts to thrust. "It is you who is exquisite." He insists. Yes, perhaps they're one of those sickeningly sweet couples who could go back and forth on this for ages, but it's true. Hythlodaeus is a living work of art, and he belongs to Hades body and soul.
He knows, despite everything, how blessed he is.
He should hope that Hythlodaeus isn't terribly practiced with such things. He definitely wants to be first in line for any experimentation. And yes, it's almost unbearably arousing how being ordered around by Hythlodaeus actually is. He and only he can get away with it with very little argument from Hades.
"Without?" He scoffs as if this idea is preposterous but of course he does as he's told. Hythlodaeus has barely done anything and Emet-Selch is like putty in his hands. Starting off with the leftover buttons on his shirt, he undoes though, slipping the material off his shoulders so it can fall to the ground in a lazy puddle.
Briefly his eyes drift up to meet Hythlodaeus' and just as smoothly he's on to the next bit, deftly sliding his belt from its loops on his pants before he does those fastenings as well. One leg, then the other, soon he's left in his underwear and his socks. And yes, the sock garters that he's wearing as well.
"Without?" He scoffs as if this idea is preposterous but of course he does as he's told. Hythlodaeus has barely done anything and Emet-Selch is like putty in his hands. Starting off with the leftover buttons on his shirt, he undoes though, slipping the material off his shoulders so it can fall to the ground in a lazy puddle.
Briefly his eyes drift up to meet Hythlodaeus' and just as smoothly he's on to the next bit, deftly sliding his belt from its loops on his pants before he does those fastenings as well. One leg, then the other, soon he's left in his underwear and his socks. And yes, the sock garters that he's wearing as well.
He chuckles breathlessly as Emet-Selch shoots his compliment straight back at him, but then he starts to thrust into him and he moans and closes his eyes, gripping at the desk hard. It's creaking, but holding up, which Hythlodaeus is thankful for.
"Mm... you were worked up." There's clear delight in his voice, as he's bucked into. He loves the idea of being able to rile up Hades, thrives on the knowledge that he finds him attractive and wants him in such a way. "Good."
"Mm... you were worked up." There's clear delight in his voice, as he's bucked into. He loves the idea of being able to rile up Hades, thrives on the knowledge that he finds him attractive and wants him in such a way. "Good."
He watches intently as his lover strips for him, eyes settling on the sock garters briefly before he decides he likes them.
"Leave those on." He points to the sock garters, before tugging Emet-Selch closer by the leash and groping at his cock through his underwear.
"You make for a pretty sight like this. I should have done this sooner." He kisses him, using his knee to force Emet-Selch's legs apart so he can grope him easier. Soon enough he starts to yank on the cloth roughly, tugging them off so that Emet-Selch is left only in his socks, but rather than going back to stroking him he pulls back a little.
"Get on the bed and hold this leash. And don't even think about moving until I'm done." There's a twinkle in his eye as he hands the leash over, only to start undoing the buttons of his shirt. He takes his time with it, too. Emet-Selch can surely wait a while...
"Leave those on." He points to the sock garters, before tugging Emet-Selch closer by the leash and groping at his cock through his underwear.
"You make for a pretty sight like this. I should have done this sooner." He kisses him, using his knee to force Emet-Selch's legs apart so he can grope him easier. Soon enough he starts to yank on the cloth roughly, tugging them off so that Emet-Selch is left only in his socks, but rather than going back to stroking him he pulls back a little.
"Get on the bed and hold this leash. And don't even think about moving until I'm done." There's a twinkle in his eye as he hands the leash over, only to start undoing the buttons of his shirt. He takes his time with it, too. Emet-Selch can surely wait a while...
Honestly the way the desk creaks under their weight just sort of adds to the excitement, though Emet-Selch is still confident that it will hold together. He's not going that hard.
"You say that like you aren't directly responsible." He answers evenly, between his thrusts. Much as he wants to appear controlled though, he's clearly very riled up, almost unable to keep any sort of rhythm to the way he bucks his hips against his lover. He keeps a steady hand at Hythlodaeus' shoulder, leaning forward to place little kisses along his spine.
"You say that like you aren't directly responsible." He answers evenly, between his thrusts. Much as he wants to appear controlled though, he's clearly very riled up, almost unable to keep any sort of rhythm to the way he bucks his hips against his lover. He keeps a steady hand at Hythlodaeus' shoulder, leaning forward to place little kisses along his spine.
Emet-Selch quirks a brow, pausing briefly. "Alright." He answers with some amusement, even as Hythlodaeus tugs him close. He groans deep in his throat as his lover touches him. Never takes much for Hythlodaeus to truly get him riled up.
"Yes, you should have," He agrees with a chuckle. No one else needs to know he's so turned on being bossed around by his dearest friend. Eagerly returning the kiss, he leans into it, balancing as his legs are pushed apart. He arches his back in such a way that his body brushes against Hythlodaeus'. Of course it's ever so brief, when the man steps back and holds out the leash for Emet-Selch to take.
"Mm, fine." He takes it, backing slowly to the bed so he can crawl upon it, watching Hythlodaeus all the while. He'd already been getting aroused of course, but without any clothes in the way, it's extra obvious that watching his lover strip down is doing a number on him as well. He isn't sure he has the patience, actually...
"Yes, you should have," He agrees with a chuckle. No one else needs to know he's so turned on being bossed around by his dearest friend. Eagerly returning the kiss, he leans into it, balancing as his legs are pushed apart. He arches his back in such a way that his body brushes against Hythlodaeus'. Of course it's ever so brief, when the man steps back and holds out the leash for Emet-Selch to take.
"Mm, fine." He takes it, backing slowly to the bed so he can crawl upon it, watching Hythlodaeus all the while. He'd already been getting aroused of course, but without any clothes in the way, it's extra obvious that watching his lover strip down is doing a number on him as well. He isn't sure he has the patience, actually...
"Heheh... and it brings me much joy to know as much."
He lets out a sigh as Emet-Selch kisses his spine, and as much as he's aching to touch himself he simply balls his hands into fists against the desk. He pants softly as he's thrust into, and groans as Hades hits just the right spot within him, trying to angle himself so that he hits it again.
"There's only us here, my love. Do not hold yourself back." Emet-Selch may try to act controlled, but Hythlodaeus can tell from the way he thrusts that it's an act.
He lets out a sigh as Emet-Selch kisses his spine, and as much as he's aching to touch himself he simply balls his hands into fists against the desk. He pants softly as he's thrust into, and groans as Hades hits just the right spot within him, trying to angle himself so that he hits it again.
"There's only us here, my love. Do not hold yourself back." Emet-Selch may try to act controlled, but Hythlodaeus can tell from the way he thrusts that it's an act.
With his own clothing out of the way, he eyes Emet-Selch- there's something predatory about it, hungry as he sees how aroused his lover is for him. He plucks the leash out of Emet-Selch's hand again, winding it around his hand and tugging him back into another kiss.
"How long can you go without being touched, I wonder..."
His free hand trails over Emet-Selch's stomach, before he gets an idea. With Emet-Selch already kneeling on the bed, and likely to try touching himself at some point, he recalls the binding magic Hermes taught him. He's had a while to practice by now, and while it's not as strong as Hermes' magic it's still surprisingly effective. He waves his hand, and suddenly Emet-Selch's wrists are bound behind him.
"Break those and we're stopping. Understood?" Because of course, Emet-Selch could break any enchantment Hythlodaeus placed upon him if he really wanted to. He's a far more powerful mage, after all.
"How long can you go without being touched, I wonder..."
His free hand trails over Emet-Selch's stomach, before he gets an idea. With Emet-Selch already kneeling on the bed, and likely to try touching himself at some point, he recalls the binding magic Hermes taught him. He's had a while to practice by now, and while it's not as strong as Hermes' magic it's still surprisingly effective. He waves his hand, and suddenly Emet-Selch's wrists are bound behind him.
"Break those and we're stopping. Understood?" Because of course, Emet-Selch could break any enchantment Hythlodaeus placed upon him if he really wanted to. He's a far more powerful mage, after all.
[And in ten minutes Hermes is at Emet-Selch's door, knocking politely, waiting for the man to open the door. He isn't dressed in anything fancy but then again...he doesn't actually own anything fancy save for the outfit Emet-Selch had given him.]
Good morning.
Good morning.
"Yes, I can tell." Emet-Selch rolls his eyes but it's a playful gesture. At least as much of one as he can muster when he's balls deep inside of his lover against his desk. When he notices the way Hythlodaeus angles himself, he tries to replicate those particular thrusts as well.
As for holding back, he can't help the red that goes up in his cheeks quietly. His friends always tried to talk him into "letting go", though ... he doesn't really have a reason not to, right now.
"Of course, my sweet." He murmurs, leaning in low to kiss the nape of Hythlodaeus' neck sensually before his thrusts resume. This time he doesn't bother to pretend like he's got a plan here, he just follows his desires, and voices them too.
As for holding back, he can't help the red that goes up in his cheeks quietly. His friends always tried to talk him into "letting go", though ... he doesn't really have a reason not to, right now.
"Of course, my sweet." He murmurs, leaning in low to kiss the nape of Hythlodaeus' neck sensually before his thrusts resume. This time he doesn't bother to pretend like he's got a plan here, he just follows his desires, and voices them too.
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"Mm!" He murmurs as he's yanked forward into another kiss. Delicious. Though Hythlodaeus' suggestion has him furrowing his brows. Wait, wait that sounds awful actually. Pure torture. And so very exciting. "Oh you are feeling bossy, aren't you-" He begins, though trails off as magic is used.
He knows Hythlodaeus plenty capable, but. He did not expect this. "Hythlodaeus, how did you-" You know what, he stops himself. He doesn't want to know. Giving his wrists a test tug before he looks back at Hythlodaeus, he nods, slightly wide-eyed. Oh, he's intrigued, and impressed.
"I'll follow the rules then, for now."
He knows Hythlodaeus plenty capable, but. He did not expect this. "Hythlodaeus, how did you-" You know what, he stops himself. He doesn't want to know. Giving his wrists a test tug before he looks back at Hythlodaeus, he nods, slightly wide-eyed. Oh, he's intrigued, and impressed.
"I'll follow the rules then, for now."
As soon as Emet-Selch starts angling himself in just the right way, Hythlodaeus breathes out a low moan and lets his toes curl against the floor. The kiss to the nape of his neck has him shivering pleasantly, and he feels his thighs starting to tighten up and tremble the harder he's rocked into.
"Oh, Hades..." His hands move to find better purchase against the desk, and he accidentally knocks over a stack of papers. He can't bring himself to care right now, even if he does let out a soft, surprised "ah," as they scatter.
"Faster... please, love..."
"Oh, Hades..." His hands move to find better purchase against the desk, and he accidentally knocks over a stack of papers. He can't bring himself to care right now, even if he does let out a soft, surprised "ah," as they scatter.
"Faster... please, love..."
He grins at Emet-Selch's expression, before pressing kisses to his shoulder.
"You'll follow them for as long as I say, love." Because if he doesn't, Hythlodaeus will stop. Even if it means he gets no relief, either... what good is making a threat if he doesn't intend to follow through with it?
In any case, his free hand runs along Emet-Selch's stomach, down his hip, and slides over his thigh. He doesn't touch him otherwise, busy biting at his neck now just below the collar, sucking a dark bruise into the skin. He drags his tongue over it, letting out a soft purr against his lover's ear. His hand slides around to his ass, and he squeezes playfully.
"Oh, what I could do to you..." He thinks of pushing Hades forward and having his way with him like that, hands still behind his back while he tugs on the leash. Or perhaps he could make Emet-Selch take him from behind, though he'd have to free his hands for that... but he imagines how frantically he could have his lover bucking into him if he's only patient, and his own cock stiffens further at the thought.
"You'll follow them for as long as I say, love." Because if he doesn't, Hythlodaeus will stop. Even if it means he gets no relief, either... what good is making a threat if he doesn't intend to follow through with it?
In any case, his free hand runs along Emet-Selch's stomach, down his hip, and slides over his thigh. He doesn't touch him otherwise, busy biting at his neck now just below the collar, sucking a dark bruise into the skin. He drags his tongue over it, letting out a soft purr against his lover's ear. His hand slides around to his ass, and he squeezes playfully.
"Oh, what I could do to you..." He thinks of pushing Hades forward and having his way with him like that, hands still behind his back while he tugs on the leash. Or perhaps he could make Emet-Selch take him from behind, though he'd have to free his hands for that... but he imagines how frantically he could have his lover bucking into him if he's only patient, and his own cock stiffens further at the thought.
"Mmn," He murmurs as Hythlodaeus tightens and he needs to labor a bit more to thrust properly. Hythlodaeus is just so beautiful and perfect pinned beneath him like this, he almost comes from the sight alone. How perverse they have become with this physical forms.
The papers topple and he almost pauses. There is just a very brief break between his thrusts as he takes note of this development. "Oh-" He thought he'd cleared them away well enough.
Hard pressed to deny anything from Hythlodaeus at all though, he can only obey the request and decide to deal with the papers later. His hips slam somewhat sloppily against his lover's ass and he can no longer be bothered to hold back his own voice as he gets ever so close to climax.
The papers topple and he almost pauses. There is just a very brief break between his thrusts as he takes note of this development. "Oh-" He thought he'd cleared them away well enough.
Hard pressed to deny anything from Hythlodaeus at all though, he can only obey the request and decide to deal with the papers later. His hips slam somewhat sloppily against his lover's ass and he can no longer be bothered to hold back his own voice as he gets ever so close to climax.
The crude sounds only serve to heighten the experience, and with Emet-Selch's voice in his ears he soon cries out without even being touched, his orgasm hitting him hard. He pushes back against his lover in an attempt to take him deeper, but soon enough he relaxes and all but melts against the desk. Of course, he remains in place enough that Emet-Selch can finish, too.
It vaguely occurs to him that he's likely made a mess, but that's easy enough to clean away. For now he'll just bask in the afterglow, panting softly.
It vaguely occurs to him that he's likely made a mess, but that's easy enough to clean away. For now he'll just bask in the afterglow, panting softly.
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