"Oh, but I shall." He says it smugly, as he thrusts forward again. The thrusts are hard but slow in pace; he doesn't want Emet-Selch to come just yet.

Although, as sensitive as he is too, the slower pace gives him a chance to compose himself in between bucking forward. He lets out a breathy gasp at the feeling, gripping Hades' hips tightly enough to bruise as he slams forward again.

"You are mine." He practically purrs it, digging his nails into his lover's skin. "I want to hear you say it."