Though he wants to, Emet-Selch doesn't comment on those words, deciding instead to keep doing as he was. He licks along the underside of Hythlodaeus' cock before putting his mouth overtop of it. Then he takes it in as deeply as he can, allowing the tight muscles of his throat to constrict around the length.
Even the fingers in his hair are enough to bring him pleasure of his own, a shiver running through him as Hythlodaeus strokes through the strands. Maybe Emet-Selch does look good where he is, but Hythlodaeus looks exquisite, entangled with the leylines, bare on his desk as he sucks his cock, pulling back only to give little kisses to a thigh or his balls before he goes right back to it.
He gasps as Emet-Selch takes him in deep, hips twitching with the need to thrust forward. His toes curl as he tries to hold back, not wanting to ruin the other man's rhythm, and every kiss feels better than the last as he grips a little harder at Emet-Selch's hair.
Eventually he can't hold back, and his hips start to slowly rock back and forth into the wet heat of his lover's mouth. He doesn't want to come like this and he'll be careful to vocalise it if he thinks he's too close, but for now he's enjoying himself, looking down at Emet-Selch through his lashes, the hand that was on his shoulder moving to grip at the edge of the desk instead. He hopes this is as much of a turn on for Hades as it is for him...
When Hythlodaeus starts to rock along with what Emet-Selch is doing with his mouth, he gives a pleased hum, washing his tongue warmly over Hythlodaeus' cock as reward. Then he slowly draws back, making sure his lover is watching as he carefully licks his lips afterwards.
"Oh, very much so." He practically purrs up at Hythlodaeus before he leans in to kiss and lick along the shaft of his cock, sucking his sac. He doesn't want to finish here and now either but he definitely wants to make Hythlodaeus squirm.
Squirm he does, cock weeping precum as Emet-Selch teases him. He lets out a low moan and strokes his fingers through Emet-Selch's hair, thighs tense and toes curling.
"You make it nigh impossible to wait..." But of course, Hades knows exactly what he's doing. "Won't you take me already?" He can't even move away from the teasing, not with the ley lines holding him in place. He's at Emet-Selch's mercy, and he finds he quite likes it.
He chuckles, very clearly pleased with himself as he continues to suck Hythlodaeus off a little bit longer. Eventually he does draw back ever so slowly, shrugging his shoulders. "It isn't my fault you look good like that." Just as slowly, his leylines uncurl themselves from Hythlodaeus' thighs as Emet-Selch admires his handiwork. The lovely red marks he's left, the precum he is so tempted to clean up with his tongue all over again. But that might be too much, and they don't want it to be too much yet.
"Alright then," He sits back in his chair, and then stands, leaning forward to kiss Hythlodaeus briefly. "Turn around."
He does as he's told eagerly, though he does stop to let that kiss linger for a moment. He tastes himself on Emet-Selch's lips, and it's arousing.
"Of course..." He makes a point to press his behind up against his lover's groin as he faces the desk, resisting the urge to touch himself in the meantime- he presses his hands firmly on the table, and tries not to think about how hard he is.
"I do hope this desk is sturdy..." He chuckles, looking back at Emet-Selch with a smirk. If Hades isn't going to test the limits of that, he'll be very disappointed.
"If it isn't, we'll get another." Emet-Selch answers casually about the table, clearly not worried about it at the moment. It's most likely strong enough but either way he can probably just snap his fingers and make it right again. He's more interested in the way Hythlodaeus presses back against him, of how nice he looks as he leans against the desk and smirks at him over a shoulder.
Emet-Selch soon closes the space between them, placing his hands on Hythlodaeus' shoulders as he leans in to kiss at the back of his neck. He doesn't intend to leave his lover's cock unattended for long, but first he moves his own between Hythlodaeus' ass and starts to enter him with a pleased shudder and groan. His free hand comes around a hip and presses against Hythlodaeus' upper torso. "Beautiful..." He murmurs softly.
He sighs, pleased, as his lover begins to enter him. Luckily with Emet-Selch's magicks at work it doesn't hurt, and though he'd usually enjoy the foreplay he just wants to be fucked into the table right now.
"Ah... you are exquisite as always..." Nothing can beat the feeling of knowing just who is claiming him. He pushes back against Emet-Selch to have him press in faster, eager to be filled. Something about Hades just makes him greedy for more.
Foreplay is always part of the fun, but he's gotten a bit impatient imagining how Hythlodaeus will look pressed against his desk.
With the addition of his magicks and Hythlodaeus' eagerness, he doesn't waste more time trying to enter slowly. He works his cock fully inside of his lover with a heady moan, hips grinding against Hythlodaeus before he really starts to thrust. "It is you who is exquisite." He insists. Yes, perhaps they're one of those sickeningly sweet couples who could go back and forth on this for ages, but it's true. Hythlodaeus is a living work of art, and he belongs to Hades body and soul.
He chuckles breathlessly as Emet-Selch shoots his compliment straight back at him, but then he starts to thrust into him and he moans and closes his eyes, gripping at the desk hard. It's creaking, but holding up, which Hythlodaeus is thankful for.
"Mm... you were worked up." There's clear delight in his voice, as he's bucked into. He loves the idea of being able to rile up Hades, thrives on the knowledge that he finds him attractive and wants him in such a way. "Good."
Honestly the way the desk creaks under their weight just sort of adds to the excitement, though Emet-Selch is still confident that it will hold together. He's not going that hard.
"You say that like you aren't directly responsible." He answers evenly, between his thrusts. Much as he wants to appear controlled though, he's clearly very riled up, almost unable to keep any sort of rhythm to the way he bucks his hips against his lover. He keeps a steady hand at Hythlodaeus' shoulder, leaning forward to place little kisses along his spine.
"Heheh... and it brings me much joy to know as much."
He lets out a sigh as Emet-Selch kisses his spine, and as much as he's aching to touch himself he simply balls his hands into fists against the desk. He pants softly as he's thrust into, and groans as Hades hits just the right spot within him, trying to angle himself so that he hits it again.
"There's only us here, my love. Do not hold yourself back." Emet-Selch may try to act controlled, but Hythlodaeus can tell from the way he thrusts that it's an act.
"Yes, I can tell." Emet-Selch rolls his eyes but it's a playful gesture. At least as much of one as he can muster when he's balls deep inside of his lover against his desk. When he notices the way Hythlodaeus angles himself, he tries to replicate those particular thrusts as well.
As for holding back, he can't help the red that goes up in his cheeks quietly. His friends always tried to talk him into "letting go", though ... he doesn't really have a reason not to, right now.
"Of course, my sweet." He murmurs, leaning in low to kiss the nape of Hythlodaeus' neck sensually before his thrusts resume. This time he doesn't bother to pretend like he's got a plan here, he just follows his desires, and voices them too.
As soon as Emet-Selch starts angling himself in just the right way, Hythlodaeus breathes out a low moan and lets his toes curl against the floor. The kiss to the nape of his neck has him shivering pleasantly, and he feels his thighs starting to tighten up and tremble the harder he's rocked into.
"Oh, Hades..." His hands move to find better purchase against the desk, and he accidentally knocks over a stack of papers. He can't bring himself to care right now, even if he does let out a soft, surprised "ah," as they scatter.
"Mmn," He murmurs as Hythlodaeus tightens and he needs to labor a bit more to thrust properly. Hythlodaeus is just so beautiful and perfect pinned beneath him like this, he almost comes from the sight alone. How perverse they have become with this physical forms.
The papers topple and he almost pauses. There is just a very brief break between his thrusts as he takes note of this development. "Oh-" He thought he'd cleared them away well enough.
Hard pressed to deny anything from Hythlodaeus at all though, he can only obey the request and decide to deal with the papers later. His hips slam somewhat sloppily against his lover's ass and he can no longer be bothered to hold back his own voice as he gets ever so close to climax.
The crude sounds only serve to heighten the experience, and with Emet-Selch's voice in his ears he soon cries out without even being touched, his orgasm hitting him hard. He pushes back against his lover in an attempt to take him deeper, but soon enough he relaxes and all but melts against the desk. Of course, he remains in place enough that Emet-Selch can finish, too.
It vaguely occurs to him that he's likely made a mess, but that's easy enough to clean away. For now he'll just bask in the afterglow, panting softly.
With Hythlodaeus squeezing around him so nicely, Emet-Selch is not far behind, as he slams his hips in a few more times before he's panting as he comes almost explosively, leaning over his lover's back. When he finally starts to come down from it, he leans in to kiss along Hythlodaeus' nape and spine, hands massaging at the hips he'd been clinging to.
Definitely not in his plans for the day, but he does not regret a moment. Not even the papers scattering. It's a simple enough fix.
"Mm, you are wonderful..." He murmurs close to his lover's skin as they both collect their breaths.
Smiling happily, he turns his head so that when Emet-Selch gets close he can kiss him briefly. It's not comfortable though, so he soon turns his head back around and stares down at the desk instead, chuckling softly.
"And you, darling, are exquisite." He rests his hand on one of the ones against his hip, squeezing it affectionately. Truly, he could not be luckier.
Emet-Selch relaxes a little and leans back, so Hythlodaeus can move and get more comfortable himself. Eventually he even falls right back into his chair once he pulls out from inside his lover.
"Well, I am glad I could meet your fine standards." He breathes out, amused at his own joke but mostly just very satisfied at the moment.
"But you do know next time I have a bed here for these purposes." Not that this wasn't an unfairly attractive sight and he would definitely do it again.
Chuckling, he turns around and leans against the desk, pushing his hair from his face.
"A bed would be a fine idea for next time, perhaps. But I certainly have no issues with the desk."
He casually cleans himself up with a damp cloth he conjures up, then lets it disappear again before oozing his way into Emet-Selch's lap. He rests against him, stroking his hair out of his face affectionately.
"You must show me this bed, though. Is it as grand as your office?"
"You do look very nice against it." He comments, welcoming Hythlodaeus into his lap. He needs to pick up the scattered papers and perhaps get some more work done, but it can all wait. "Of course it is, you needn't even ask." He teases. Emet-Selch picked up some extravagant tastes over the years so of course he had to make his private opera box as grand as he possibly could.
... Actually, perhaps he could make it even better. Another thought for later.
"Another day, perhaps. It gives me something to look forward to."
Because he knows for certain it will end in sex again... he can perhaps show up at a time when he thinks Emet-Selch needs a break from work. For now he kisses his cheek, before smirking.
"So, may I have my clothes back before I leave? Or would you have me walk back home like this?" He doesn't plan on leaving just yet, but he doesn't have a clue where Emet-Selch put his clothing.
That makes Emet-Selch chuckle. "Alright, then." He already knows that Hythlodaeus will come whenever he pleases. He always has.
As for the rest, he scoffs lightly. "Of course I would not make you walk that way. I'm not sharing this view unless I have to." And that is that. He snaps his fingers so Hythlodaeus' clothing appears neatly folded upon the desk. He's welcome to stay nude for now, if he intends on staying a little longer.
Glancing at his clothing, he chuckles before resting against Emet-Selch a little more. No, he doesn't need to get dressed just yet. There's no chance of anyone walking in on them, and even if they did he imagines Emet-Selch would have him covered quickly enough.
"I do hope that you take sufficient breaks between those papers." He brushes some of his partner's hair out of his face. "Being hunched over your desk for so long will only make you ache more."
Maybe he should see to it that his lover takes breaks by waltzing on in more often.
"You know very well what my working habits are." He answers with a small huff. That maybe doesn't help his case at all, but still. He's not worried about his terrible posture, but the little interlude with Hythlodaeus was certainly worth it.
With a quiet smirk, he leans in to kiss Hythlodaeus' cheek. "You needn't worry about me. I am almost done for the day anyway. The theater is not so busy yet." He just has a lot to prepare for. Or, so he hopes, of course. But failing is really not an option either.
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Even the fingers in his hair are enough to bring him pleasure of his own, a shiver running through him as Hythlodaeus strokes through the strands. Maybe Emet-Selch does look good where he is, but Hythlodaeus looks exquisite, entangled with the leylines, bare on his desk as he sucks his cock, pulling back only to give little kisses to a thigh or his balls before he goes right back to it.
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Eventually he can't hold back, and his hips start to slowly rock back and forth into the wet heat of his lover's mouth. He doesn't want to come like this and he'll be careful to vocalise it if he thinks he's too close, but for now he's enjoying himself, looking down at Emet-Selch through his lashes, the hand that was on his shoulder moving to grip at the edge of the desk instead. He hopes this is as much of a turn on for Hades as it is for him...
"Enjoying yourself...?" Oh, he hopes so.
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"Oh, very much so." He practically purrs up at Hythlodaeus before he leans in to kiss and lick along the shaft of his cock, sucking his sac. He doesn't want to finish here and now either but he definitely wants to make Hythlodaeus squirm.
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"You make it nigh impossible to wait..." But of course, Hades knows exactly what he's doing. "Won't you take me already?" He can't even move away from the teasing, not with the ley lines holding him in place. He's at Emet-Selch's mercy, and he finds he quite likes it.
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"Alright then," He sits back in his chair, and then stands, leaning forward to kiss Hythlodaeus briefly. "Turn around."
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"Of course..." He makes a point to press his behind up against his lover's groin as he faces the desk, resisting the urge to touch himself in the meantime- he presses his hands firmly on the table, and tries not to think about how hard he is.
"I do hope this desk is sturdy..." He chuckles, looking back at Emet-Selch with a smirk. If Hades isn't going to test the limits of that, he'll be very disappointed.
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Emet-Selch soon closes the space between them, placing his hands on Hythlodaeus' shoulders as he leans in to kiss at the back of his neck. He doesn't intend to leave his lover's cock unattended for long, but first he moves his own between Hythlodaeus' ass and starts to enter him with a pleased shudder and groan. His free hand comes around a hip and presses against Hythlodaeus' upper torso. "Beautiful..." He murmurs softly.
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"Ah... you are exquisite as always..." Nothing can beat the feeling of knowing just who is claiming him. He pushes back against Emet-Selch to have him press in faster, eager to be filled. Something about Hades just makes him greedy for more.
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With the addition of his magicks and Hythlodaeus' eagerness, he doesn't waste more time trying to enter slowly. He works his cock fully inside of his lover with a heady moan, hips grinding against Hythlodaeus before he really starts to thrust. "It is you who is exquisite." He insists. Yes, perhaps they're one of those sickeningly sweet couples who could go back and forth on this for ages, but it's true. Hythlodaeus is a living work of art, and he belongs to Hades body and soul.
He knows, despite everything, how blessed he is.
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"Mm... you were worked up." There's clear delight in his voice, as he's bucked into. He loves the idea of being able to rile up Hades, thrives on the knowledge that he finds him attractive and wants him in such a way. "Good."
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"You say that like you aren't directly responsible." He answers evenly, between his thrusts. Much as he wants to appear controlled though, he's clearly very riled up, almost unable to keep any sort of rhythm to the way he bucks his hips against his lover. He keeps a steady hand at Hythlodaeus' shoulder, leaning forward to place little kisses along his spine.
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He lets out a sigh as Emet-Selch kisses his spine, and as much as he's aching to touch himself he simply balls his hands into fists against the desk. He pants softly as he's thrust into, and groans as Hades hits just the right spot within him, trying to angle himself so that he hits it again.
"There's only us here, my love. Do not hold yourself back." Emet-Selch may try to act controlled, but Hythlodaeus can tell from the way he thrusts that it's an act.
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As for holding back, he can't help the red that goes up in his cheeks quietly. His friends always tried to talk him into "letting go", though ... he doesn't really have a reason not to, right now.
"Of course, my sweet." He murmurs, leaning in low to kiss the nape of Hythlodaeus' neck sensually before his thrusts resume. This time he doesn't bother to pretend like he's got a plan here, he just follows his desires, and voices them too.
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"Oh, Hades..." His hands move to find better purchase against the desk, and he accidentally knocks over a stack of papers. He can't bring himself to care right now, even if he does let out a soft, surprised "ah," as they scatter.
"Faster... please, love..."
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The papers topple and he almost pauses. There is just a very brief break between his thrusts as he takes note of this development. "Oh-" He thought he'd cleared them away well enough.
Hard pressed to deny anything from Hythlodaeus at all though, he can only obey the request and decide to deal with the papers later. His hips slam somewhat sloppily against his lover's ass and he can no longer be bothered to hold back his own voice as he gets ever so close to climax.
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It vaguely occurs to him that he's likely made a mess, but that's easy enough to clean away. For now he'll just bask in the afterglow, panting softly.
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Definitely not in his plans for the day, but he does not regret a moment. Not even the papers scattering. It's a simple enough fix.
"Mm, you are wonderful..." He murmurs close to his lover's skin as they both collect their breaths.
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"And you, darling, are exquisite." He rests his hand on one of the ones against his hip, squeezing it affectionately. Truly, he could not be luckier.
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"Well, I am glad I could meet your fine standards." He breathes out, amused at his own joke but mostly just very satisfied at the moment.
"But you do know next time I have a bed here for these purposes." Not that this wasn't an unfairly attractive sight and he would definitely do it again.
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"A bed would be a fine idea for next time, perhaps. But I certainly have no issues with the desk."
He casually cleans himself up with a damp cloth he conjures up, then lets it disappear again before oozing his way into Emet-Selch's lap. He rests against him, stroking his hair out of his face affectionately.
"You must show me this bed, though. Is it as grand as your office?"
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... Actually, perhaps he could make it even better. Another thought for later.
"I will take you anytime you like."
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Because he knows for certain it will end in sex again... he can perhaps show up at a time when he thinks Emet-Selch needs a break from work. For now he kisses his cheek, before smirking.
"So, may I have my clothes back before I leave? Or would you have me walk back home like this?" He doesn't plan on leaving just yet, but he doesn't have a clue where Emet-Selch put his clothing.
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As for the rest, he scoffs lightly. "Of course I would not make you walk that way. I'm not sharing this view unless I have to." And that is that. He snaps his fingers so Hythlodaeus' clothing appears neatly folded upon the desk. He's welcome to stay nude for now, if he intends on staying a little longer.
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"I do hope that you take sufficient breaks between those papers." He brushes some of his partner's hair out of his face. "Being hunched over your desk for so long will only make you ache more."
Maybe he should see to it that his lover takes breaks by waltzing on in more often.
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With a quiet smirk, he leans in to kiss Hythlodaeus' cheek. "You needn't worry about me. I am almost done for the day anyway. The theater is not so busy yet." He just has a lot to prepare for. Or, so he hopes, of course. But failing is really not an option either.
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