"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?"
Emet-Selch moans loudly as Hythlodaeus slams into him, his toes curling with pleasure. But he realizes soon enough that he's gone too far in seeing where his love's jealousy would take him. It doesn't bother him that that hand against his throat is a bit tight, it bothers him that Hythlodaeus says he's hurt.
"No, of course not. Forgive me..." he insists, when he is able to get the words out between finding breaths. He curls his fingers around Hythlodaeus' wrist, though doesn't really move to take his hand away. It's worth the trouble it is forming words when he's not sure when those fingers will tighten again. "I'm just overcome with desire seeing you covet me in such a way..."
"I always covet you." He still seems grumpy, but takes his hand away and leans in to suck another bruise into Emet-Selch's skin.
It's true- he doesn't get jealous like this but he always wants Emet-Selch to be his. If the other man ever lost interest, he'd be very upset. The idea makes him growl, roughly thrusting back into Emet-Selch again, moving his hand to his hip and gripping possessively. He claims Emet-Selch's lips in another hungry kiss, before pulling back and starting a brutal pace.
If he ever knew that Hythlodaeus even thought he might lose interest, he would be utterly appalled. Emet-Selch is clearly as enamored with Hythlodaeus as he's always been, even if he is technically being 'punished' at the moment. He groans deeply as Hythlodaeus thrusts into him, moving his entire body as it welcomes his lover in. His own hips buck into it, no particular rhyme or reason to his movement especially once his mouth is occupied.
"Mmn..." He mumbles into the kiss, as though he wants to apologize again for stepping out of line, but is utterly incapable (and unwilling) of breaking contact or forming the words. He's not going to last much longer even without his own cock being touched, but he hopes that Hythlodaeus is nowhere near through with him.
He isn't done by a long shot, even if Emet-Selch does come soon. Hythlodaeus keeps the rough pace up, unrelenting in his quest to make the other man forget everything but Hythlodaeus' name- as long as Hades remembers who is fucking him into the bed right now then he's content.
Looking down at his lover, he feels a lot of things at once. He loves Emet-Selch, needs him, and yet at the same time he's still bitter about the fact that he could so easily find someone else to have fun with. He tries to tell himself that it doesn't matter, that it's his heart he cares more about, but how can he rest knowing that someone else could set eyes upon what rightfully belongs to him? Nobody else deserves this sight. Nobody else laid down their life for him the way Hythlodaeus did.
He certainly remembers the man fucking him into the bed right now. He'll be remembering this particular moment for a while, in fact. At least he probably will, once he can think straight again. Right now he simply indulges in the absolute pleasure he feels as Hythlodaeus claims him.
Of course he will apologize profusely for ever giving Hythlodaeus any thoughts that he would simply find someone else. There is no one else, ever. This is the only thing he's ever wanted.
Moaning loudly, it's not long at all before he comes, not caring what a mess it makes or where it lands as he grasps for Hythlodaeus, wanting to cling to him.
He allows Emet-Selch to cling to him, enjoying it- yes, he needs him, only him- and soon enough he's coming too, groaning as he fills his lover. Though sated physically, he still feels the need to keep going, though.
He stops moving and pulls out, but if anything he looks hungrier than before as he looks over his partner. What a delightful mess... he looks beautiful like this. He wants to ruin him more.
Knowing full well that he's too sensitive right now, he reaches down and toys with him lightly. "All spent already?"
"Nngh," He groans, practically drunk in lust as Hythlodaeus fills him, only to nearly whine in complaint as his lover slides out of him. Nearly whine, though it is quite obvious that he is feeling especially greedy. What can he say, being possessed is very arousing to him.
He shudders once Hythlodaeus touches him again, his body protesting with a little jolt, but his mind crying out for more. Let Hythlodaeus be the only one to see him this way, he doesn't care at all.
Emet-Selch is more than aware that his body is going to suffer from such exertion but he honestly could not care less about it. That's the beauty of being able to hop into a new one when the older one breaks down. Not that that's easy to do here, but that is tomorrow's Emet-Selch's issue to deal with.
"No.." He murmurs. No of course they're not done. He groans with effort but feels electricity buzzing beneath the surface, excitement moving his body along for him as he wonders what Hythlodaeus is actually planning to do. Yes, he will definitely have to apologize to him for making him feel this way. Later.
He manages to sit up, taking a few seconds before he shifts again to place himself on his knees. The mess is unpleasant, honestly, but he's not sure he wants to complain about it (for once).
He stops to admire the sight before he runs his hands down Emet-Selch's back, over his behind, and down his thighs. He looks good like this, and he feels himself stirring with arousal again even though he can't quite act on it just yet.
He can torment his lover, though. He reaches around to toy with his partner's cock once more, keeping it hard even if it's uncomfortable for him. He notes the lack of complaining, and smirks. Good.
"I should keep you like this for a while. You've hardly been punished..."
Emet-Selch shudders as Hythlodaeus touches him. It's true, he's hardly been punished for how clearly out of line he was by hurting his love. But how sweet the torment is, stirring excitement within him anew despite the body's yearning for rest. This is one of very few times where rest is not important to him.
Unable to hold a shaking moan back as Hythlodaeus strokes his cock, he practically whimpers as he glances back at his beautiful but merciless love.
"Do what you must..." But of course he would much prefer if Hythlodaeus would just fuck him again. Ah, but he's not running the show on this and never was.
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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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"No, of course not. Forgive me..." he insists, when he is able to get the words out between finding breaths. He curls his fingers around Hythlodaeus' wrist, though doesn't really move to take his hand away. It's worth the trouble it is forming words when he's not sure when those fingers will tighten again. "I'm just overcome with desire seeing you covet me in such a way..."
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It's true- he doesn't get jealous like this but he always wants Emet-Selch to be his. If the other man ever lost interest, he'd be very upset. The idea makes him growl, roughly thrusting back into Emet-Selch again, moving his hand to his hip and gripping possessively. He claims Emet-Selch's lips in another hungry kiss, before pulling back and starting a brutal pace.
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"Mmn..." He mumbles into the kiss, as though he wants to apologize again for stepping out of line, but is utterly incapable (and unwilling) of breaking contact or forming the words. He's not going to last much longer even without his own cock being touched, but he hopes that Hythlodaeus is nowhere near through with him.
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Looking down at his lover, he feels a lot of things at once. He loves Emet-Selch, needs him, and yet at the same time he's still bitter about the fact that he could so easily find someone else to have fun with. He tries to tell himself that it doesn't matter, that it's his heart he cares more about, but how can he rest knowing that someone else could set eyes upon what rightfully belongs to him? Nobody else deserves this sight. Nobody else laid down their life for him the way Hythlodaeus did.
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Of course he will apologize profusely for ever giving Hythlodaeus any thoughts that he would simply find someone else. There is no one else, ever. This is the only thing he's ever wanted.
Moaning loudly, it's not long at all before he comes, not caring what a mess it makes or where it lands as he grasps for Hythlodaeus, wanting to cling to him.
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He stops moving and pulls out, but if anything he looks hungrier than before as he looks over his partner. What a delightful mess... he looks beautiful like this. He wants to ruin him more.
Knowing full well that he's too sensitive right now, he reaches down and toys with him lightly. "All spent already?"
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He shudders once Hythlodaeus touches him again, his body protesting with a little jolt, but his mind crying out for more. Let Hythlodaeus be the only one to see him this way, he doesn't care at all.
"You are rather convincing..."
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His tone leaves no room for argument, though with the way Emet-Selch looks at him he doesn't think he's going to hear any complaints.
"So messy... ah, but you can clean it up yourself when I'm done with you. Get on your knees."
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"No.." He murmurs. No of course they're not done. He groans with effort but feels electricity buzzing beneath the surface, excitement moving his body along for him as he wonders what Hythlodaeus is actually planning to do. Yes, he will definitely have to apologize to him for making him feel this way. Later.
He manages to sit up, taking a few seconds before he shifts again to place himself on his knees. The mess is unpleasant, honestly, but he's not sure he wants to complain about it (for once).
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He can torment his lover, though. He reaches around to toy with his partner's cock once more, keeping it hard even if it's uncomfortable for him. He notes the lack of complaining, and smirks. Good.
"I should keep you like this for a while. You've hardly been punished..."
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Unable to hold a shaking moan back as Hythlodaeus strokes his cock, he practically whimpers as he glances back at his beautiful but merciless love.
"Do what you must..." But of course he would much prefer if Hythlodaeus would just fuck him again. Ah, but he's not running the show on this and never was.
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