"Then I will have to remind you." He moves to grasp at his partner's hair instead, yanking him into a rough kiss. He wouldn't usually do this in public, but nobody cares about them- there are far saucier things happening in plain view than two men kissing.
He doesn't want Emet-Selch to forget. He wants him to understand that he belongs to Hythlodaeus, body and soul. More importantly, everyone else has to know too. They can't have Hades- he's taken.
Emet-Selch could not care much less about what the people around them think. He's antagonizing Hythlodaeus purely for his own benefit, grunting softly as he's tugged rather harshly into that kiss. Okay, maybe his hair being pulled is a little much, but the electricity that runs between their mouths as Hythlodaeus tries to make a point (that he really does not need to make) is intoxicating and addictive.
"Hmm, yes, that's a decent reminder." He says, once they eventually break apart again. He has no idea what's gotten into Hythlodaeus but ... he is kind of liking it.
He can tell that Emet-Selch is enjoying this. Good. If he's enjoying what Hythlodaeus is doing, he's not casting glances at others. He kisses him again, before smiling- it's more like his old self this time, less unpleasant, but it's still a touch dangerous.
"Good. We don't want to make me angry, now do we?"
Or perhaps Hades does want to make him angry, but that might not end well for anyone involved. The last thing Hythlodaeus needs is a punishment for attempting to vaporise someone because Emet-Selch looked at them for too long.
He would actually like to see what Hythlodaeus would do, but yes. The city's rules would confine them, and perhaps it would be going too far anyway. He still wants to insist that there is no reason for this kind of behavior, as if he'd eye up some random person when he could come home to this.
"Perhaps you ought to remind me again, lest I slip." He won't, but again, he likes this fire he's seeing in Hythlodaeus at the moment. He likes ... being coveted.
There's a chuckle, before he pulls Emet-Selch in close again and runs his hands over his body as he kisses him. All his... and if anyone should dare to say otherwise, well, Hythlodaeus wouldn't take too kindly to that. He has loved Hades for thousands upon thousands of years. Nobody has the right to take him away.
He ends up holding him close as he nips at his throat, leaving a mark behind for all to see. If he could make that mark last forever, oh he would. Not only does Hades wear it well, but it's proof of who he belongs to.
"Don't heal it." He murmurs it in Emet-Selch's ear, before kissing him again. He's going to get flustered like this, but he's intoxicating.
It's probably not the greatest idea to be feeling as hot as he is right here in public, though the city has definitely seen such things before. Still, he can hardly help it as Hythlodaeus gets so close and so demanding.
"Alright," He murmurs in response, smoothing his fingers against the fabric of Hythlodaeus' shirt.
"Why don't we go home then, get a bit comfortable?" Or Hythlodaeus can just punish him, he's good with that too.
"Yes, let's." He grabs Emet-Selch's hand and tugs him along, back to the direction of the apartments. He certainly needs to remind him of a few things, it would seem. He won't let go of his hand, either- and anyone who happens to glance over at Emet-Selch will get a piercing glare in return.
If he had his wits about him, he'd wonder what has gotten into him. Instead all he can feel is a searing jealousy, a need to guard what is rightfully his. He was here first.
As they reach the apartments he leads his lover to the empty lift, and before the doors have even closed he's pressed him against the wall and is kissing him again. He's fully aware that the device up in the corner is a camera by now- let them see it, whoever looks upon them.
There are no protests from Emet-Selch as he allows himself to be dragged away from the picnic. He'd rather spend time alone with Hythlodaeus, anyway. Not that the man seems capable of listening to reason at the moment so he won't bother expressing any of this.
"Hythlodaeus-" He begins as they approach the elevators, though fails to say anything further as he's pulled inside and kissed again.
He feels another rush of arousal from the forceful, insistent action. Hythlodaeus is so attractive when he's jealous. He groans into the kiss, wordlessly asking for more.
He keeps the kiss forceful, taking that groan as a sign that Emet-Selch is as into it as he is. He's already undoing his lover's shirt, though only partly- it wouldn't do for anyone else to see him undressed and get ideas. He's just eager, wanting to get Emet-Selch back to their room so that he can remind him of who he belongs to.
He's loath to pull back when they reach their floor but he does, and he takes Hades by the hand again and leads him back to their room. He's irritable as he has to use the card to open the door, but once the door is open he's attached himself to Emet-Selch again, leading him inside and closing the door before shoving him towards the bedroom.
"Take off your clothes." It's not a request, but rather a demand.
He is definitely into it, making no secret of it now, even if he does start to protest when Hythlodaeus starts undoing his shirt before they're even in the apartment. Though it seems Hythlodaeus changes his mind on that anyway. He should not enjoy watching his lover be irritated but in this case he can't really help it. The fact that it's all for him is quite addictive, after all.
"All of them?" He lifts a brow as he's commanded to remove his clothing once Hythlodaeus has successfully wrangled him into their apartment and toward the bedroom. Despite his words though he's working on undoing his shirt. He may or may not already be a bit hard from watching Hythlodaeus be territorial over him.
"Yes, all of them." He makes no move to undo his own shirt though, or to undress at all. No, he's in charge now, and Emet-Selch will do as he says either way- or at least, he'd better. His gaze is predatory as he watches his lover undress, and he runs his fingers over his bare skin once the shirt is open.
He's admittedly pleased to see that his actions have affected Emet-Selch. His hand moves from his chest to his groin, cupping him and giving him a brief squeeze through his trousers. Good... it had better be for him. All of it.
"Very well." He agrees. Hythlodaeus will feel how warm he is already once he puts his hands on Emet-Selch's bared chest. He lets the shirt drop down to the floor. There is something arousing even about undressing in front of the fully clothed Hythlodaeus. Though of course if he can't see his lover's body he'll be prone to complaining about it at some point.
"Mm, patience?" He teases Hythlodaeus as he's squeezed. But his belt is removed quickly, and his pants and underwear soon follow until he stands before Hythlodaeus utterly bare.
He circles his lover until he comes to stand behind him, running his hands down his front from behind. He presses against him, until he's sure Emet-Selch can feel the beginnings of his own erection against his behind, and moves to nip at his neck.
"This is all mine... and I will hear no protests to the contrary." He digs his fingers into Emet-Selch's hips, his other hand finding a nipple and pinching it hard. Then he pulls away, moving back around to his front to shove him towards the bed. He kicks off his shoes, but still doesn't seem ready to take anything else off yet.
If Ancients could purr, that's what Emet-Selch would be doing as Hythlodaeus touches him and presses against him. He hums in appreciation feeling that bulge up against his backside. Of course the sound turns into more of a whining moan when he's pinched like that.
"There are no protests to the contrary." He insists, though he isn't sure if Hythlodaeus is really listening at this particular moment, ah well.
He reaches to touch Hythlodaeus as his love comes to stand in front of him again, though it would seem there are other plans as he's pushed back toward the bed. "Fine, fine." He mumbles (as if he can really complain), crawling onto the mattress and turning onto his back.
"There had better not be." He seems mildly placated for the moment, at least. Not enough to show Emet-Selch any mercy though, as he moves to settle between the man's legs, reaching out to run his hand along his body. He ignores his cock, instead running it down his side and up to his chest again, before curling his fingers threateningly around his throat. He doesn't squeeze, he's not trying to actually harm his love- but it's a dominating gesture all the same. He leans in, staring at Emet-Selch for a moment before kissing him hard.
He could take him now. But he wants to hear Emet-Selch beg him. He wants to leave Hades so achingly hard that he has no choice but to tell Hythlodaeus what he wants to hear, or else find relief with his own hand.
Emet-Selch has never been a fan of mercy anyway. Though he does give a groan of displeasure as Hythlodaeus touches him but so pointedly avoids his cock. Another surge of arousal rushes through his form as those fingers curl about his neck. He wants to speak up, to encourage Hythlodaeus not to hold back, but their lips meet and he's all but lost in the kiss.
When they do finally pull away from it, it's a desperate sound, like he's devastated it had to end but might have run out of air entirely if it went on any further.
"I swear to you, there is not." He answers at last, still somewhat winded as he stares up at Hythlodaeus, finding him dangerously attractive this way.
He smiles, a dangerous thing in contrast to his usual easy-going demeanour, and his fingers tighten briefly around his throat before he moves to rake his nails down his front. Not too hard, but enough to leave lines in their wake.
"You wish for relief, yes?" He leans in, sucking another bruise into his skin. His fingers stop dragging down his front and, in contrast, ever so delicately trace along the length of his lover's cock.
"Ask nicely... else I'll leave you to your own devices." Even if he's hard himself by now, he's perfectly willing to walk away if Emet-Selch doesn't satisfy him with sweet words- and they have to be genuine.
Emet-Selch draws his lower lip into his teeth a moment, biting down almost too hard as he relishes in the abnormal amount of forcefulness Hythlodaeus is showing him. But by Zodiark does he ever want to get some relief. His cock is beginning to strain, pulse pounding as he's denied the attention he truly craves.
"Hythlodaeus-" He draws in his breath sharply, resisting the urge to buck his hips and seek out more friction. "Please ... won't you teach me a lesson?"
"You admit you were at fault, then." He tuts, but the words go straight to his cock regardless. "You are lucky that I'm the forgiving sort, aren't you?"
His fingers curl around his cock and he gives him a few slow strokes. "Again. You need this, don't you?" His thumb traces circles around the tip of his length, toying with the slit briefly.
"Yes, yes I am." He answers quickly, moaning as Hythlodaeus teases his cock again. He does need it. He wants it, it's so attractive how pushy his lover is being at the moment he almost doesn't know what to do with himself.
"Please, Hythlodaeus-" He barely manages to keep his hips from bucking this time, looking up at Hythlodaeus with pure infatuation and lust. "I need more."
He pretends to consider it, but honestly he wants more too- and he wants to prove to Emet-Selch that he's the only one he should have eyes for.
"Very well." He says it sweetly, letting go of his cock in order to wave his hand and create the vial of lubricant he needs. "Since you're being so good, now..."
With a smile he slicks his fingers and teases at his lover's entrance, leaning over him again as he pushes a finger inside him. Oh, Hades won't be able to walk properly for a while after Hythlodaeus is done with him... the thought warms him as he slides another finger in and starts to work him open.
The praise warms him, even though he knows it's not necessary. Earlier on he might have even talked back just to see what Hythlodaeus would do. But right now he's so content to be touched properly he really doesn't care what else is happening.
"Nn," He groans as Hythlodaeus puts his fingers in him. It's not nearly enough of course, but again he's hardly going to question what his lover wants to do to him right now. Although he does make one small request with a shaky breath. "Harder, Hythlodaeus..." He pleads, spreading his legs just a little bit wider.
"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.
If Emet-Selch appears to be pouting, well he is. Briefly, anyway, because Hythlodaeus won't give him what he wants and instead does the opposite. He really doesn't deserve this actually! But though he wants to protest it emotionally, physically his body seems very pleased with any attention whatsoever. When that spot is rubbed just perfectly inside of him, his voice catches in his throat, holding back a breathy cry.
"Zodiark-" He hardly wants to take their god's name in vain but he's both incredulous and turned on by Hythlodaeus' insistence. "But if you did not give it to me," he pauses as a moan spills from his lips, inch by inch of Hythlodaeus driving itself into him, "I have a new friend..."
Okay so he isn't done antagonizing the jealous Hythlodaeus apparently. Now he's just being greedy, pushing his lover to what limits he can. What will he do to claim Hades as his own (even though Hades is and always has been utterly and completely Hythlodaeus's). Once he feels the entire length of Hythlodaeus' cock inside of him, he moans again, rolling his hips eagerly as if he was not just terribly behaved. "Oh, yes... that's it. That's better." Apparently forgetting he is not in charge as well.
The 'threat' from Emet-Selch has Hythlodaeus driving into him suddenly, just the once, but there's cold fury in his eyes. How dare he? He feels jealousy surge through him, barring out any reasonable thoughts.
"You think to threaten me in such a way?" He hisses it, moving his hand suddenly to press at Emet-Selch's throat, and this time it's hard. "You are mine, now and always, and I will not have you pretending otherwise."
To think that Hades would taunt him this way... he almost pulls away completely. He would deserve it. He's feeling particularly upset about it. "Do you find joy in hurting me this way?"
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He doesn't want Emet-Selch to forget. He wants him to understand that he belongs to Hythlodaeus, body and soul. More importantly, everyone else has to know too. They can't have Hades- he's taken.
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"Hmm, yes, that's a decent reminder." He says, once they eventually break apart again. He has no idea what's gotten into Hythlodaeus but ... he is kind of liking it.
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"Good. We don't want to make me angry, now do we?"
Or perhaps Hades does want to make him angry, but that might not end well for anyone involved. The last thing Hythlodaeus needs is a punishment for attempting to vaporise someone because Emet-Selch looked at them for too long.
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"Perhaps you ought to remind me again, lest I slip." He won't, but again, he likes this fire he's seeing in Hythlodaeus at the moment. He likes ... being coveted.
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He ends up holding him close as he nips at his throat, leaving a mark behind for all to see. If he could make that mark last forever, oh he would. Not only does Hades wear it well, but it's proof of who he belongs to.
"Don't heal it." He murmurs it in Emet-Selch's ear, before kissing him again. He's going to get flustered like this, but he's intoxicating.
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"Alright," He murmurs in response, smoothing his fingers against the fabric of Hythlodaeus' shirt.
"Why don't we go home then, get a bit comfortable?" Or Hythlodaeus can just punish him, he's good with that too.
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If he had his wits about him, he'd wonder what has gotten into him. Instead all he can feel is a searing jealousy, a need to guard what is rightfully his. He was here first.
As they reach the apartments he leads his lover to the empty lift, and before the doors have even closed he's pressed him against the wall and is kissing him again. He's fully aware that the device up in the corner is a camera by now- let them see it, whoever looks upon them.
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"Hythlodaeus-" He begins as they approach the elevators, though fails to say anything further as he's pulled inside and kissed again.
He feels another rush of arousal from the forceful, insistent action. Hythlodaeus is so attractive when he's jealous. He groans into the kiss, wordlessly asking for more.
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He's loath to pull back when they reach their floor but he does, and he takes Hades by the hand again and leads him back to their room. He's irritable as he has to use the card to open the door, but once the door is open he's attached himself to Emet-Selch again, leading him inside and closing the door before shoving him towards the bedroom.
"Take off your clothes." It's not a request, but rather a demand.
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"All of them?" He lifts a brow as he's commanded to remove his clothing once Hythlodaeus has successfully wrangled him into their apartment and toward the bedroom. Despite his words though he's working on undoing his shirt. He may or may not already be a bit hard from watching Hythlodaeus be territorial over him.
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He's admittedly pleased to see that his actions have affected Emet-Selch. His hand moves from his chest to his groin, cupping him and giving him a brief squeeze through his trousers. Good... it had better be for him. All of it.
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"Mm, patience?" He teases Hythlodaeus as he's squeezed. But his belt is removed quickly, and his pants and underwear soon follow until he stands before Hythlodaeus utterly bare.
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"This is all mine... and I will hear no protests to the contrary." He digs his fingers into Emet-Selch's hips, his other hand finding a nipple and pinching it hard. Then he pulls away, moving back around to his front to shove him towards the bed. He kicks off his shoes, but still doesn't seem ready to take anything else off yet.
"Lie down."
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"There are no protests to the contrary." He insists, though he isn't sure if Hythlodaeus is really listening at this particular moment, ah well.
He reaches to touch Hythlodaeus as his love comes to stand in front of him again, though it would seem there are other plans as he's pushed back toward the bed. "Fine, fine." He mumbles (as if he can really complain), crawling onto the mattress and turning onto his back.
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He could take him now. But he wants to hear Emet-Selch beg him. He wants to leave Hades so achingly hard that he has no choice but to tell Hythlodaeus what he wants to hear, or else find relief with his own hand.
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When they do finally pull away from it, it's a desperate sound, like he's devastated it had to end but might have run out of air entirely if it went on any further.
"I swear to you, there is not." He answers at last, still somewhat winded as he stares up at Hythlodaeus, finding him dangerously attractive this way.
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"You wish for relief, yes?" He leans in, sucking another bruise into his skin. His fingers stop dragging down his front and, in contrast, ever so delicately trace along the length of his lover's cock.
"Ask nicely... else I'll leave you to your own devices." Even if he's hard himself by now, he's perfectly willing to walk away if Emet-Selch doesn't satisfy him with sweet words- and they have to be genuine.
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"Hythlodaeus-" He draws in his breath sharply, resisting the urge to buck his hips and seek out more friction. "Please ... won't you teach me a lesson?"
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His fingers curl around his cock and he gives him a few slow strokes. "Again. You need this, don't you?" His thumb traces circles around the tip of his length, toying with the slit briefly.
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"Please, Hythlodaeus-" He barely manages to keep his hips from bucking this time, looking up at Hythlodaeus with pure infatuation and lust. "I need more."
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"Very well." He says it sweetly, letting go of his cock in order to wave his hand and create the vial of lubricant he needs. "Since you're being so good, now..."
With a smile he slicks his fingers and teases at his lover's entrance, leaning over him again as he pushes a finger inside him. Oh, Hades won't be able to walk properly for a while after Hythlodaeus is done with him... the thought warms him as he slides another finger in and starts to work him open.
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"Nn," He groans as Hythlodaeus puts his fingers in him. It's not nearly enough of course, but again he's hardly going to question what his lover wants to do to him right now. Although he does make one small request with a shaky breath. "Harder, Hythlodaeus..." He pleads, spreading his legs just a little bit wider.
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"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.
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"Zodiark-" He hardly wants to take their god's name in vain but he's both incredulous and turned on by Hythlodaeus' insistence. "But if you did not give it to me," he pauses as a moan spills from his lips, inch by inch of Hythlodaeus driving itself into him, "I have a new friend..."
Okay so he isn't done antagonizing the jealous Hythlodaeus apparently. Now he's just being greedy, pushing his lover to what limits he can. What will he do to claim Hades as his own (even though Hades is and always has been utterly and completely Hythlodaeus's). Once he feels the entire length of Hythlodaeus' cock inside of him, he moans again, rolling his hips eagerly as if he was not just terribly behaved. "Oh, yes... that's it. That's better." Apparently forgetting he is not in charge as well.
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"You think to threaten me in such a way?" He hisses it, moving his hand suddenly to press at Emet-Selch's throat, and this time it's hard. "You are mine, now and always, and I will not have you pretending otherwise."
To think that Hades would taunt him this way... he almost pulls away completely. He would deserve it. He's feeling particularly upset about it. "Do you find joy in hurting me this way?"
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