"Yes, yes, I understand." He would wave his hand dismissively and everything, if he hadn't just bound himself. Much as he clearly wants to complain, he actually has very little to complain about doesn't he? Any man could consider himself blessed to have the beautiful Hythlodaeus between his thighs like this.
"Nngh..." He groans the moment he feels Hythlodaeus' warm tongue against the tip of his cock. His head rocks back as his lover begins his attentions, trying not to let his body get too excited too quickly. He's never used one of these rings, but he has a feeling he'll regret it if he gets ahead of himself.
Still, it feels so damn good. How is he supposed to cope with this ...
"I'm pleased you enjoy the view at least." He answers, trying to keep his breath even.
"Heh... of course I do. You are gorgeous, body and soul."
Continuing his work on his lover's cock, he sucks on the tip and teases the slit with his tongue before wrapping his hand around the base more firmly and beginning to stroke lightly.
"I will have you at my mercy soon enough, my love."
He can tell Emet-Selch is trying to hold back, and he wonders how riled up he can get him and how quickly. He returns to kissing down the side of his cock, then back up again, before taking his whole length slowly in his mouth- as it hits the back of his throat he pauses, wriggling his tongue against the underside before pulling back up and bobbing his head.
Only Hythlodaeus would say such a thing, he's sure of that. But he likes it that way, and he's happy to keep his mouth shut about it for once. Not that it's difficult with the way his cock is being teased so relentlessly and with nothing he can do about it.
"Am I not... already there?" He asks as he pants, straining up against his own bindings. He can feel the pressure suddenly that that ring is placing on his cock. He isn't ready to come just yet, but he can already tell this is going to be a challenge. Being in Hythlodaeus' mouth like this after all is sublime.
He moans loudly as his lover takes all his length, moving his tongue in such a rapid way. Yes, he's definitely at Hythlodaeus' mercy and then some. Utterly weak to the man.
"Not nearly enough." He says it as he pulls back up, and he gives Emet-Selch a few more strokes before beginning to do away with his own trousers. Now with only the fabric of his underwear to come between them, he shifts to straddle his lover and slowly begins rolling his hips down against him. Trapping Hades' erection against his stomach, moving his hips just the way he knows Emet-Selch likes to see. He makes a show of it, giving him sultry eyes and letting him really drink in the way his body moves above him.
Idly, he begins to untie his hair, letting loose waves fall gently down his back and over his shoulders. His own erection is pressing against his underwear, but he pays it no mind for now. He simply leans forward and slides his hands up to his lover's chest again, squeezing them before his thumbs roll over his nipples again.
"Nngh..." Emet-Selch groans with a roll of his hips as he watches his lover undress himself, though the sound turns briefly into disappointment as the underwear remains. Just as Hythlodaeus predicted, the sight above him is enough to parch him with a thirst he knows will be denied. He groans again just because of that. How can his lover look so touchable and yet be so deliberately out of his reach?
"Hythlodaeus-" He practically whines his complaint, practically as undone as Hythlodaeus' hair is now, cascading over flawless, touchable skin. With his chest squeezed, he shudders, nipples quickly turning into perfect points for the nefarious Hythlodaeus to do with as he pleases.
Zodiark help him he's going to be blissed out of his mind but it's still torture!
"Yes, my love?" His voice is sweet, even as the grin on his face says he knows exactly what he's doing.
"Is there something you'd like?" He pauses in the rolling of his hips to consider it, before moving off him entirely to take off his underwear too. Only, he doesn't get back on top of him straight away, he simply watches him. He toys with himself, letting Emet-Selch feel the frustration of no contact for the moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of him laid out so beautifully for him to do all he likes with.
"You're lucky you look so enticing... laid out in such a way for me, I can't keep my hands off you for long."
He hums as he reaches across the bed for the lubricant in the bedside drawer, coating his fingers with it. But instead of slicking himself up with it, he simply traces the cold fluid down Emet-Selch's stomach with a finger.
"Argh..." He grumbles, knowing full well that he's stuck and no amount of sweettalking is going to get Hythlodaeus to go easy on him. Of course, it would disappoint him if he did. But in the moment, he feels the frustration as his body trembles from lack of attention as its just sprawled out on display.
"Touch me..." He pleads anyway, giving the softest of whines as his lover gets up off of him to remove his underwear and grab that lube. Those golden eyes watch Hythlodaeus hungrily as the man touches himself, wetting his lips again as though he's parched and thirsty.
Yes he is lucky, he thinks, that he has a lover like this. And that he has some pity for Emet-Selch who should be embarrassed by the way he moans to that touch against his stomach. "You ... are.... unbelievably attractive." He pants softly, saying it like he's chiding Hythlodaeus despite the fact it's very obviously a compliment.
The compliment makes Hythlodaeus lower his lashes, smirking.
"Oh am I, now? Full glad to hear it."
He trails his finger down Emet-Selch's hip, to his inner thigh, and then slowly between his legs- where he ignores his cock still and proceeds to prod at his entrance.
"Heheh... most eminent Emet-Selch of the Convocation of Fourteen. The Third Seat. All mine, no matter the name you are given. For I know who you really are... Hades. My one and only."
The finger pushes in slightly, and Hythlodaeus watches Emet-Selch like an animal watching its prey.
He knows Hythlodaeus is already well aware of his own attractiveness, but he confirms it nonetheless. From experience, he also knows it's nice to hear it from your lover's lips.
"Aahha...hn-" He squirms as Hythlodaeus so obviously ignores his cock, back arching just barely as that finger finds his entrance instead. Apparently his body is greedy enough at the moment that it doesn't matter where he's touched as long as it doesn't stop.
Cheeks flare up in warmth as his names and titles are listed off in such a loving manner, and he huffs softly. "Yes... yes I am." If he's only known for one thing, let it be this then, he thinks. Nothing else really matters at this point. Breathing slowly as he's entered, he tries to calm himself to no avail. He wants this so bad and Hythlodaeus has made sure of it.
"You always have... you know." Perhaps he's been the only one, too.
"Indeed I have." Pressing another finger inside him, he makes the process of stretching him out about as drawn out as Emet-Selch likely expects. For a mercy, once he's done he can barely take it anymore- he's so hard it hurts, so he slicks himself up and prepares to enter, pushing himself in with a groan.
"Oh, love... you're so riled up." His finger finally traces a line up the length of Emet-Selch's cock, smiling even as his hips slowly begin to move.
"You've been so good for me. Such wonderful little sounds... but I want more, you understand. I want our neighbours to know all about this one."
Rubbing his thumb on the slit of his cock, he then pulls his hand away and runs his hands up the length of Emet-Selch's body instead. It's almost an act of worship, the way he admires every ilm of skin. The way his hands smooth over his heated body and make sure to touch everywhere he knows is sensitive, especially his chest. All the while his hips languidly rock back and forth, never building up a reliable pace. Not yet.
It's very obvious that Hades is barely holding it together by the time Hythlodaeus has finished stretching him out. His chest is heaving, a light sheen of sweat settles on his skin, and he can't lie still for the life of him. It was a wondrous torture, and he rewards his lover with a needy moan once he finally gets exactly what he wants.
"And who-" He pauses, catching his breath as Hythlodaeus moves his hips and touches him so. "Who do you think made me that way?" Only Hythlodaeus can rile him in such a manner.
And while he's not sure he wants the neighbors in his business, he also can't hold back enough to care right now as long as he gets Hythlodaeus' cock. But the way his lover is touching him in every sensitive spot while keeping a painstaking pace only has him keening for more. "Hells but you are wicked..." He murmurs, thighs shaking with every upward thrust. "I'm going to come far too early at this rate."
"What?" He pants, looking from Hythlodaeus to the ring clasped so inconveniently around his shaft. "Are you sure that's possible?" He doesn't feel like anything can hold him back now, his whole body shuddering as a shiver runs through him in reply to his lover's teases.
Hythlodaeus might take mercy, or he might not. Now Emet-Selch knows he's really in trouble.
Closing his eyes at the desperate plea, he smiles before beginning to move his hips faster. But he doesn't release his cock from the ring, instead letting Emet-Selch get to the very edge but unable to find release.
"Louder, love. Let me hear how badly you want it."
He's becoming all too flustered himself by now, but even though his breath catches as he watches Hades beneath him he hasn't really gotten half as worked up as his partner yet. His hope is that when Emet-Selch does come... well, he'll see stars.
Only Hythlodaeus can call forth the shade of red that Emet-Selch’s cheeks are now it seems, embarrassed and aroused by his lover’s demands all at once. He doesn’t want to be overheard by (?? who would even hear?) anyone, but he can scarcely keep track of his own thoughts let alone gage how loud he’s being.
His whole body tingles, he can barely tell one appendage from the other. Quite simply, he just knows that he wants to come and he can’t, that he’s being mercilessly bucked into by Hythlodaeus and there is very little he can do about it.
Suppose he might be a little less stubborn then… “I…” He pants, finding words difficult, heavy. “Alright! I-! Let me come, Hythlodaeus, please!” He finally manages the words, moaning loudly and greedily after, his thighs squeezing tight against Hythlodaeus’ body.
The sound of Emet-Selch begging almost has him coming right there and then, despite everything. He smiles, satisfied, and reaches down to loosen the ring from around his cock.
At the same time he thrusts faster, finally letting himself grow closer and closer to his climax. The cockring gets left somewhere on the bed, forgotten for the moment, as he leans in and slams into Emet-Selch over and over, panting.
He'd order him to untether himself but he doubts the magic binding him will hold up through his orgasm, anyway. Emet-Selch's focus seems completely shot as it is, it's a miracle he's still bound. He'll have to reward him later for not breaking his word and remaining just as Hythlodaeus wanted him.
In truth, Emet-Selch has forgotten any desire to break free of his magical bindings. He's so desperate for release now that his glyph once more crosses over his features even as Hythlodaeus finally removes the ring. Now that he's able to come, and with the hard thrusts his lover gives him, his bonds do eventually shatter as he calls out, coming harder than he thinks he has in ages. Who knows really, he's just terribly relieved.
"Good gods..." He pants as he collapses- no, melts- into the mattress beneath him, his chest rising and falling as his body attempts to catch up with the rest of him.
It's as Emet-Selch comes that Hythlodaeus follows, unable to hold back when his love looks so good writhing in ecstasy. And once he's done he flops onto the mattress beside Emet-Selch, catching his breath, arm draped over his partner's chest as he presses light kisses to his shoulder.
"You did so well, my dear." He smiles, content to watch Hades comes down from the high.
It's as though all of his limbs have turned to rubber, even when Hythlodaeus lays down beside him. It's a good kind of rubber though, he thinks. Even as his heartbeat slows and the cum on his skin already begins to cool and grow bothersome, the rest of him is still seeing stars, sated and yet thirsty all at once.
"That was utterly horrific." He murmurs, eventually getting enough feeling back in his limbs to curl into his lover and toss his arms about him. "It was delightful." As if any act with Hythlodaeus wouldn't be.
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"Nngh..." He groans the moment he feels Hythlodaeus' warm tongue against the tip of his cock. His head rocks back as his lover begins his attentions, trying not to let his body get too excited too quickly. He's never used one of these rings, but he has a feeling he'll regret it if he gets ahead of himself.
Still, it feels so damn good. How is he supposed to cope with this ...
"I'm pleased you enjoy the view at least." He answers, trying to keep his breath even.
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Continuing his work on his lover's cock, he sucks on the tip and teases the slit with his tongue before wrapping his hand around the base more firmly and beginning to stroke lightly.
"I will have you at my mercy soon enough, my love."
He can tell Emet-Selch is trying to hold back, and he wonders how riled up he can get him and how quickly. He returns to kissing down the side of his cock, then back up again, before taking his whole length slowly in his mouth- as it hits the back of his throat he pauses, wriggling his tongue against the underside before pulling back up and bobbing his head.
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"Am I not... already there?" He asks as he pants, straining up against his own bindings. He can feel the pressure suddenly that that ring is placing on his cock. He isn't ready to come just yet, but he can already tell this is going to be a challenge. Being in Hythlodaeus' mouth like this after all is sublime.
He moans loudly as his lover takes all his length, moving his tongue in such a rapid way. Yes, he's definitely at Hythlodaeus' mercy and then some. Utterly weak to the man.
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Idly, he begins to untie his hair, letting loose waves fall gently down his back and over his shoulders. His own erection is pressing against his underwear, but he pays it no mind for now. He simply leans forward and slides his hands up to his lover's chest again, squeezing them before his thumbs roll over his nipples again.
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"Hythlodaeus-" He practically whines his complaint, practically as undone as Hythlodaeus' hair is now, cascading over flawless, touchable skin. With his chest squeezed, he shudders, nipples quickly turning into perfect points for the nefarious Hythlodaeus to do with as he pleases.
Zodiark help him he's going to be blissed out of his mind but it's still torture!
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"Is there something you'd like?" He pauses in the rolling of his hips to consider it, before moving off him entirely to take off his underwear too. Only, he doesn't get back on top of him straight away, he simply watches him. He toys with himself, letting Emet-Selch feel the frustration of no contact for the moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of him laid out so beautifully for him to do all he likes with.
"You're lucky you look so enticing... laid out in such a way for me, I can't keep my hands off you for long."
He hums as he reaches across the bed for the lubricant in the bedside drawer, coating his fingers with it. But instead of slicking himself up with it, he simply traces the cold fluid down Emet-Selch's stomach with a finger.
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"Touch me..." He pleads anyway, giving the softest of whines as his lover gets up off of him to remove his underwear and grab that lube. Those golden eyes watch Hythlodaeus hungrily as the man touches himself, wetting his lips again as though he's parched and thirsty.
Yes he is lucky, he thinks, that he has a lover like this. And that he has some pity for Emet-Selch who should be embarrassed by the way he moans to that touch against his stomach. "You ... are.... unbelievably attractive." He pants softly, saying it like he's chiding Hythlodaeus despite the fact it's very obviously a compliment.
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"Oh am I, now? Full glad to hear it."
He trails his finger down Emet-Selch's hip, to his inner thigh, and then slowly between his legs- where he ignores his cock still and proceeds to prod at his entrance.
"Heheh... most eminent Emet-Selch of the Convocation of Fourteen. The Third Seat. All mine, no matter the name you are given. For I know who you really are... Hades. My one and only."
The finger pushes in slightly, and Hythlodaeus watches Emet-Selch like an animal watching its prey.
"I can see right through you."
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"Aahha...hn-" He squirms as Hythlodaeus so obviously ignores his cock, back arching just barely as that finger finds his entrance instead. Apparently his body is greedy enough at the moment that it doesn't matter where he's touched as long as it doesn't stop.
Cheeks flare up in warmth as his names and titles are listed off in such a loving manner, and he huffs softly. "Yes... yes I am." If he's only known for one thing, let it be this then, he thinks. Nothing else really matters at this point. Breathing slowly as he's entered, he tries to calm himself to no avail. He wants this so bad and Hythlodaeus has made sure of it.
"You always have... you know." Perhaps he's been the only one, too.
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"Oh, love... you're so riled up." His finger finally traces a line up the length of Emet-Selch's cock, smiling even as his hips slowly begin to move.
"You've been so good for me. Such wonderful little sounds... but I want more, you understand. I want our neighbours to know all about this one."
Rubbing his thumb on the slit of his cock, he then pulls his hand away and runs his hands up the length of Emet-Selch's body instead. It's almost an act of worship, the way he admires every ilm of skin. The way his hands smooth over his heated body and make sure to touch everywhere he knows is sensitive, especially his chest. All the while his hips languidly rock back and forth, never building up a reliable pace. Not yet.
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"And who-" He pauses, catching his breath as Hythlodaeus moves his hips and touches him so. "Who do you think made me that way?" Only Hythlodaeus can rile him in such a manner.
And while he's not sure he wants the neighbors in his business, he also can't hold back enough to care right now as long as he gets Hythlodaeus' cock. But the way his lover is touching him in every sensitive spot while keeping a painstaking pace only has him keening for more. "Hells but you are wicked..." He murmurs, thighs shaking with every upward thrust. "I'm going to come far too early at this rate."
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Grinning wickedly, he leans over his lover and takes his cock in hand, stroking once and once only before tracing a finger over the cock ring.
"Beg, my love. Beg for more. Perhaps I will take mercy on you, or perhaps I will not."
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Hythlodaeus might take mercy, or he might not. Now Emet-Selch knows he's really in trouble.
"Hythlodaeus... please."
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"Louder, love. Let me hear how badly you want it."
He's becoming all too flustered himself by now, but even though his breath catches as he watches Hades beneath him he hasn't really gotten half as worked up as his partner yet. His hope is that when Emet-Selch does come... well, he'll see stars.
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His whole body tingles, he can barely tell one appendage from the other. Quite simply, he just knows that he wants to come and he can’t, that he’s being mercilessly bucked into by Hythlodaeus and there is very little he can do about it.
Suppose he might be a little less stubborn then… “I…” He pants, finding words difficult, heavy. “Alright! I-! Let me come, Hythlodaeus, please!” He finally manages the words, moaning loudly and greedily after, his thighs squeezing tight against Hythlodaeus’ body.
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At the same time he thrusts faster, finally letting himself grow closer and closer to his climax. The cockring gets left somewhere on the bed, forgotten for the moment, as he leans in and slams into Emet-Selch over and over, panting.
He'd order him to untether himself but he doubts the magic binding him will hold up through his orgasm, anyway. Emet-Selch's focus seems completely shot as it is, it's a miracle he's still bound. He'll have to reward him later for not breaking his word and remaining just as Hythlodaeus wanted him.
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"Good gods..." He pants as he collapses- no, melts- into the mattress beneath him, his chest rising and falling as his body attempts to catch up with the rest of him.
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"You did so well, my dear." He smiles, content to watch Hades comes down from the high.
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"That was utterly horrific." He murmurs, eventually getting enough feeling back in his limbs to curl into his lover and toss his arms about him. "It was delightful." As if any act with Hythlodaeus wouldn't be.