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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"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.