He gasps as Emet-Selch takes him in deep, hips twitching with the need to thrust forward. His toes curl as he tries to hold back, not wanting to ruin the other man's rhythm, and every kiss feels better than the last as he grips a little harder at Emet-Selch's hair.
Eventually he can't hold back, and his hips start to slowly rock back and forth into the wet heat of his lover's mouth. He doesn't want to come like this and he'll be careful to vocalise it if he thinks he's too close, but for now he's enjoying himself, looking down at Emet-Selch through his lashes, the hand that was on his shoulder moving to grip at the edge of the desk instead. He hopes this is as much of a turn on for Hades as it is for him...
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Eventually he can't hold back, and his hips start to slowly rock back and forth into the wet heat of his lover's mouth. He doesn't want to come like this and he'll be careful to vocalise it if he thinks he's too close, but for now he's enjoying himself, looking down at Emet-Selch through his lashes, the hand that was on his shoulder moving to grip at the edge of the desk instead. He hopes this is as much of a turn on for Hades as it is for him...
"Enjoying yourself...?" Oh, he hopes so.