"You'll get what you're given." He will move faster when he feels like it, not because Hades begged for it. In fact his fingers move slower, pads rubbing up against that bundle of nerves inside him.

"You should be thanking Zodiark that you're even getting this." His other hand curls around his cock though, slowly stroking him. And once he's sure Hades is prepared enough, he withdraws all touch in order to slick himself up- and to see his love writhe a little, too.

Pressing the tip of his cock to his entrance, he slowly starts to press in. He's still fully dressed with just his zipper undone, underwear and trousers pushed down just enough. His breath hitches as he slides inside, and once he's pushed in fully he holds himself there in order to make sure Emet-Selch is comfortable- even if he perhaps doesn't deserve it after talking to that man.