He isn't done by a long shot, even if Emet-Selch does come soon. Hythlodaeus keeps the rough pace up, unrelenting in his quest to make the other man forget everything but Hythlodaeus' name- as long as Hades remembers who is fucking him into the bed right now then he's content.

Looking down at his lover, he feels a lot of things at once. He loves Emet-Selch, needs him, and yet at the same time he's still bitter about the fact that he could so easily find someone else to have fun with. He tries to tell himself that it doesn't matter, that it's his heart he cares more about, but how can he rest knowing that someone else could set eyes upon what rightfully belongs to him? Nobody else deserves this sight. Nobody else laid down their life for him the way Hythlodaeus did.