"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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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.