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.
"Then mayhap we can walk home together." He seems pleased at the idea- he's always happiest when he's spending time with Emet-Selch, even if it's just a walk back to the apartment.
"I'll be getting dressed while you finish up here, hm?" He slides off his lover's lap and stretches, before grabbing his clothing and starting to get dressed.
"That sounds nice," he nods with a smile, also pleased at the idea. Walking together with Hythlodaeus is much better than walking home by himself. Though he might also just teleport, this is still nice. Because of course it's Hythlodaeus.
"Yes, I'll finish up. Try not to be too distracting." He raises a brow before he gets back to his work, fixing the scattered piles and checking what he has to tie up before they can leave.
"Distracting? I would never." He says as much with a grin, hand on his hip as if offended at the very idea. Then he laughs, pulling on his trousers.
Once dressed he waits for Emet-Selch to finish up his work before linking arms with him, ready to have a nice stroll and enjoy his lover's company. Not that they don't spend quite a lot of time basking in each other's affections, but Hythlodaeus doesn't think he'll ever get tired of it. Once more he finds himself glad that they're here together, not torn apart like they once were. Even if Hythlodaeus has to suffer being a Submissive, he can tolerate it better now.
"What would you like to do once we get back to the apartment?"
"We both know that is a blatant lie you cannot even hope to pass as truth." He laughs at Hythlodaeus, but focuses on his work and getting it finished. Once the last ends are tied up, he stands from the desk, only a little disappointed that Hythlodaeus truly is fully clothed again.
He only breaks free of Hythlodaeus for a moment to lock up the building once they are outside, but then he takes his arm again.
"Are you hungry? Perhaps we can order in. Or bathe?" Or take turns, if needed, since sadly their bathtub is not as large as it should be.
"Food sounds good... ah, but so does bathing. Yes, actually, a bath sounds delightful right about now." He does wish they had a bigger bath so that he could share with Emet-Selch, but alas.
"We can think about food afterwards, I'm sure. Or decide while we're bathing." It sounds like a nice night in, and Hythlodaeus is pleased that Emet-Selch suggested it.
"Indeed." He smiles, watching Hythlodaeus with all the fondness of a newlywed in their honeymoon phase. Except that it's always that phase for Emet-Selch. "That sounds good." He also wishes they could share the bath, but well.
He really ought to look into housing changes, now that the theatre is all secured and ready for business.
Noting the fond look, he returns it as they walk home. Once they're inside he wastes no time in closing the door behind them and tugging on his lover's shirt, leaning in for a kiss.
"Now then, undress while I run your bath for you." He grins, letting go of him and heading off to do just that, making sure to add bubbles. He's sure after all that time hunched over a desk, a nice bubble bath will work wonders for Emet-Selch.
When he's finished he calls him in, and is in the process of taking off his shirt as Emet-Selch walks in. "Come, relax."
It will indeed work wonders for him, even though he may never stop with the slouching and the terrible posture. It's fine.
He kisses Hythlodaeus as they're inside their home, reluctant to part with him as if they haven't just spent all this time together already. But he nods, finding no reason to argue. "Thank you." He discards his clothing and sets it aside neatly for later, raising his brow in amusement as he walks into a bath full of bubbles.
"Bubbles, Hythlodaeus?" Now how on earth were both of them to fit in addition to all the bubbles!
Hythlodaeus rests his hand on his hip and chuckles. "Yes, bubbles. Do away with them if you will, but I had thought you might enjoy them."
He continues undressing, and once he's done he moves closer, pressing a kiss to his lover's shoulder. "I only wish for you to relax. The bottle stated that the bubbles would ease tension thanks to the ingredients in them."
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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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"I'll be getting dressed while you finish up here, hm?" He slides off his lover's lap and stretches, before grabbing his clothing and starting to get dressed.
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"Yes, I'll finish up. Try not to be too distracting." He raises a brow before he gets back to his work, fixing the scattered piles and checking what he has to tie up before they can leave.
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Once dressed he waits for Emet-Selch to finish up his work before linking arms with him, ready to have a nice stroll and enjoy his lover's company. Not that they don't spend quite a lot of time basking in each other's affections, but Hythlodaeus doesn't think he'll ever get tired of it. Once more he finds himself glad that they're here together, not torn apart like they once were. Even if Hythlodaeus has to suffer being a Submissive, he can tolerate it better now.
"What would you like to do once we get back to the apartment?"
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He only breaks free of Hythlodaeus for a moment to lock up the building once they are outside, but then he takes his arm again.
"Are you hungry? Perhaps we can order in. Or bathe?" Or take turns, if needed, since sadly their bathtub is not as large as it should be.
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"We can think about food afterwards, I'm sure. Or decide while we're bathing." It sounds like a nice night in, and Hythlodaeus is pleased that Emet-Selch suggested it.
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He really ought to look into housing changes, now that the theatre is all secured and ready for business.
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"Now then, undress while I run your bath for you." He grins, letting go of him and heading off to do just that, making sure to add bubbles. He's sure after all that time hunched over a desk, a nice bubble bath will work wonders for Emet-Selch.
When he's finished he calls him in, and is in the process of taking off his shirt as Emet-Selch walks in. "Come, relax."
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He kisses Hythlodaeus as they're inside their home, reluctant to part with him as if they haven't just spent all this time together already. But he nods, finding no reason to argue. "Thank you." He discards his clothing and sets it aside neatly for later, raising his brow in amusement as he walks into a bath full of bubbles.
"Bubbles, Hythlodaeus?" Now how on earth were both of them to fit in addition to all the bubbles!
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He continues undressing, and once he's done he moves closer, pressing a kiss to his lover's shoulder. "I only wish for you to relax. The bottle stated that the bubbles would ease tension thanks to the ingredients in them."
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