[There's something moving about Emet-Selch declaring that, despite his conviction that he would never wish to kill one of his own people, for Hythlodaeus he would make an exception. It's hard to not feel a twinge of jealousy in that moment. To be loved such an incredible amount...just what would that be like?
But then Emet-Selch goes on to declare that he would be the first to fight for him and it catches him off guard, if the look of shock on Hermes' face is anything to go by. No one has ever cared so much about him. Not to go so far...]
I...I cannot help but be speechless... [His throat is tight. Ah, he really doesn't want to start crying right now...] I will never doubt your words...thank you.
[ Emet-Selch simmers between some deep buried anger within him and his strong feelings of love and protectiveness toward his kin. Yes, no one can possibly understand all that he has been through for them, all that he would continue to go through if he had the chance. It is absolutely not fair that they still lost despite all this, but at least if he can get someone like Hermes to remember, that takes some of the sting away. ]
Good.
[ He settles back a little, still tired but also more satisfied than when this conversation began. ]
I've already told you, you don't believe in your own worth. But while you have always been worthy to me as a keeper of our star and a fellow member of the Convocation of Fourteen ... now I know with certainty as a friend, as well.
[ Despite everything, in fact, which really only makes it all hurt more if one thinks too deeply about it. So he won't. Not right now, at least. ]
Emet-Selch had always been known as a wordsmith and a great debater, so it should come as no surprise that he's able to move men to tears with his choice of words. At least, he's moved Hermes to tears. Swallowing quietly he rubs at his eyes, unable to help how wet they've become, his voice barely above that of a whisper.]
Oh Hades...for you to consider me as such...
[It's an honour. He wants to say as much but he can't get it out. For someone to have such faith in him is overwhelming, especially after how he'd acted.]
[ Emet-Selch sneers but mostly because he's trying not to let Hermes' emotions become contagious. He is the softie of the Unsundered, after all. ]
Oh, Hermes. [ He sighs deeply, simultaneously fond of the anxious, emotional man in front of him and a bit devastated that he's fond when he knows exactly what Hermes becomes. Such a terrible dichotomy they can do nothing about. ] Why do you think I am so hard on you? It is because of your importance to me.
[ And to their Star, but he knows that the Community Duty is not really what Hermes is reaching to feel at the moment. Emet-Selch lifts his arms a little bit. ]
[It's a strange thing, being told that he's important. Never did he consider himself to be and yet he'd found himself with more and more responsibility as the years passed. When Emet-Selch opens his arms he's astounded, frozen in place as he processes what he's being welcomed to do.
When it finally registers he shuffles over toward his friend, wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace. Now that he's got a hold of him he'll be loathe to let go.]
[ He allows Hermes his time to process what's going on here, even if he does feel a pang of impatience as he just sits there with his arms extended. But when Hermes does finally come into them, he closes them around him in an embrace, holding him closely and meaningfully almost like that day in the love hotel they visited together.
He knows more than anyone what not wanting to let go truly feels like.
It's part of why he can welcome Hermes back to his side so easily again. Had he not spent countless years without his friends and loved ones? And no, Fandaniel as a shard raised into his former seat was not and will never be enough. Nothing compares to this, what he's got in his arms right now. ]
[He nods quietly against him, shoulders shaking as he does his best to quell the tremors that have gripped him. Being held like this is a relief he cannot even begin to put into words.]
[As he exhales against the other man he finds himself beginning to still and calm, relieved that Emet-Selch is granting him forgiveness and with such grace.
He doesn't deserve it, but he's happy to receive it regardless.]
[Relief. He's beginning to feel it as he deflates against the other man, simply enjoying his presence and the embrace. Quietly he swears he'll do what he's told, or at least make a good attempt to do so. When he does finally pull back it's enough to look into Emet-Selch's eyes, yearning present in his own as he meets his gaze.]
I am glad to be. Truly. If there is something I can do to atone...
[ Well, he doesn't want Hermes to think it's a requirement or expection. Ever. but that he even suggested ... he must be insistent on doing something. Hermes never just suggests intimacy out of the blue. Not to him anyway. ]
[ He's silent as Hermes leans in to kiss him, his response just as light but welcoming enough. He still doesn't want Hermes to think this is a necessary atonement or anything, but he will let the man do what makes him feel better about all of this.
As long as he doesn't have to exert himself too hard and reveal what a hypocrite he's been about his own nightmare. ]
Alright..
[ He exhales a little, like he'd been holding his breath. Why? But either way, he shifts back on the sofa a little, waiting to see if Hermes has a plan about this. ]
[With Emet-Selch seated he can move to take his place between his legs, dropping to his knees. A palm is placed on one thigh after another as he parts them to get closer, fingers moving to the waistband of his friend's pants. It's obvious what he intends to do. He just hopes he'll be okay with him doing this.
It isn't as if he has much practice...
Undoing the button and zipper of his pants he pulls his cock free, leaning down to give it a tentative kiss. His face is on fire but his embarrassment means little right now. There's a purpose behind this, after all.]
[ He must be okay with it, since he doesn't stop Hermes. He only watches curiously. He's serviced Hermes in such a way, way back when Hythlodaeus was also involved, but didn't really expect that Hermes would have an interest in swapping places.
Oh well, it's perfectly convenient for Emet-Selch in his current state.
Shifting a bit as Hermes frees his cock, he clears his throat. Well, red face aside, Hermes does look good down there... Zodiark help him. ]
[He doesn't look up at Hades, opting to focus on what he's set out to do instead. Lashes lowered he swirls his tongue around the head of his cock before taking him past his lips.
Is he embarrassed doing this? Absolutely...but he doesn't know what else he can do. It may seem silly to think in such a way but he's desperate - he always has been. If he can atone just a little bit somehow...]
[ For now, Emet-Selch continues to watch, lips twitching lightly as Hermes puts his tongue to him. Even for him it's a little embarrassing, but there's nothing to do about that right now.
He's reacting quick enough, hardening to Hermes' ministrations. That's all that matters he supposes. With a subtle grunt, he glances off to the side. ]
[Maybe he shouldn't be doing this. In fact, what is he doing? Why did he think this was a good idea? This isn't a good idea...sure Hades' body is responding but is he into it? He's not put off is he?
Keeping his eyes low all he can do is focus entirely on getting the other man off, flattening his tongue against the underside of his shaft as he licks up to the tip, only to finally take him within his mouth to suck him off properly, bobbing his head as he settles into a rhythm.]
[ Well, whether it was a good idea or not, he can't just stop now. Hades' body is, at the very least, responding well enough. It's just that he's as embarrassed as Hermes is. No one needs to know that, of course. But it's true.
It's when the warmth of his tongue slides over the sensitive tip of his cock that he finally shudders out loud, thighs tensing as the arousal truly rushes over him. He'd been getting hard already of course, but it's as though that decides it, and he's standing at near full attention as soon as Hermes takes him fully into his mouth. He feels his voice try to catch in his throat, placing a hand over his lips. ]
[Hermes certainly needs more practice doing this sort of thing, but he's by no means terrible at it. As he bobs his head down on Hades' cock, he moans quietly himself, sound muffled by virtue of his mouth being full. He is, at the very least, doing his best.
As he keeps up a rhythm, Hermes lets his hands massage his friend's thighs, thumbs pressing into muscle. The shudder and sound he gets out of Hades is encouraging. Hopefully he can draw more out of him.]
[ At least it's difficult to be truly terrible at it, too. Hermes knows what he likes and therefore can assume that Hades is more or less the same, with the same anatomy and all. And he is, the feel of Hermes' moan around him coaxing a heated sigh out of him as well.
It certainly doesn't take long for him to become fully hard in Hermes' mouth, and for the urge to move his hips along with this rhythm the man has created. He refrains for now, bunching his fingers up against the couch in lieu of having actual fabric to tug on there. Eventually Hermes does get more sounds out of him, a low moan when his cock is taken just deep enough to force it out. ]
[The sigh he hears is at least a signal that he's doing something right, along with the way Hades' hips begin to move against his mouth. The low moan has him attempting to take him deeper, although he stops short of taking him entirely down his throat. He doesn't have enough practice for that.
Still he does his best, a hand sliding over from his thigh to gently cup his balls and squeeze, tongue flat on the underside of his shaft. It always felt good for him, so hopefully it would for his friend.]
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But then Emet-Selch goes on to declare that he would be the first to fight for him and it catches him off guard, if the look of shock on Hermes' face is anything to go by. No one has ever cared so much about him. Not to go so far...]
I...I cannot help but be speechless... [His throat is tight. Ah, he really doesn't want to start crying right now...] I will never doubt your words...thank you.
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Good.
[ He settles back a little, still tired but also more satisfied than when this conversation began. ]
I've already told you, you don't believe in your own worth. But while you have always been worthy to me as a keeper of our star and a fellow member of the Convocation of Fourteen ... now I know with certainty as a friend, as well.
[ Despite everything, in fact, which really only makes it all hurt more if one thinks too deeply about it. So he won't. Not right now, at least. ]
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Emet-Selch had always been known as a wordsmith and a great debater, so it should come as no surprise that he's able to move men to tears with his choice of words. At least, he's moved Hermes to tears. Swallowing quietly he rubs at his eyes, unable to help how wet they've become, his voice barely above that of a whisper.]
Oh Hades...for you to consider me as such...
[It's an honour. He wants to say as much but he can't get it out. For someone to have such faith in him is overwhelming, especially after how he'd acted.]
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Oh, Hermes. [ He sighs deeply, simultaneously fond of the anxious, emotional man in front of him and a bit devastated that he's fond when he knows exactly what Hermes becomes. Such a terrible dichotomy they can do nothing about. ] Why do you think I am so hard on you? It is because of your importance to me.
[ And to their Star, but he knows that the Community Duty is not really what Hermes is reaching to feel at the moment. Emet-Selch lifts his arms a little bit. ]
Come here.
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When it finally registers he shuffles over toward his friend, wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace. Now that he's got a hold of him he'll be loathe to let go.]
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He knows more than anyone what not wanting to let go truly feels like.
It's part of why he can welcome Hermes back to his side so easily again. Had he not spent countless years without his friends and loved ones? And no, Fandaniel as a shard raised into his former seat was not and will never be enough. Nothing compares to this, what he's got in his arms right now. ]
You must stop doubting yourself, and me.
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I will never doubt you henceforth, I promise...
[Doubting himself though? Well, he'll try.]
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And well. As long as he tries with himself, Emet-Selch supposes that's all he can ask for for now. ]
Good.
[ He answers, gently smoothing a hand against Hermes' back. ]
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He doesn't deserve it, but he's happy to receive it regardless.]
Thank you...
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There is no need to thank me, just do as I've said.
[ His hand continues to gently soothe, glad to see that Hermes is coming down at least a little bit from his crippling emotions. ]
It's good to have you back, Hermes.
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I am glad to be. Truly. If there is something I can do to atone...
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[ He isn't certain what Hermes would even have in mind anyway. Rather, shouldn't they just move on? ]
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[His hands settle on Hades' shoulders as he averts his gaze.]
Mayhap I could make you feel good...
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That's not...
[ Well, he doesn't want Hermes to think it's a requirement or expection. Ever. but that he even suggested ... he must be insistent on doing something. Hermes never just suggests intimacy out of the blue. Not to him anyway. ]
If you insist, then fine.
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[Nervously he leans in to press a kiss to Hades' lips. It's a light, brief contact, but there's promise of more.]
Pray, make yourself comfortable and let me take care of you.
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As long as he doesn't have to exert himself too hard and reveal what a hypocrite he's been about his own nightmare. ]
Alright..
[ He exhales a little, like he'd been holding his breath. Why? But either way, he shifts back on the sofa a little, waiting to see if Hermes has a plan about this. ]
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It isn't as if he has much practice...
Undoing the button and zipper of his pants he pulls his cock free, leaning down to give it a tentative kiss. His face is on fire but his embarrassment means little right now. There's a purpose behind this, after all.]
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Oh well, it's perfectly convenient for Emet-Selch in his current state.
Shifting a bit as Hermes frees his cock, he clears his throat. Well, red face aside, Hermes does look good down there... Zodiark help him. ]
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Is he embarrassed doing this? Absolutely...but he doesn't know what else he can do. It may seem silly to think in such a way but he's desperate - he always has been. If he can atone just a little bit somehow...]
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He's reacting quick enough, hardening to Hermes' ministrations. That's all that matters he supposes. With a subtle grunt, he glances off to the side. ]
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Keeping his eyes low all he can do is focus entirely on getting the other man off, flattening his tongue against the underside of his shaft as he licks up to the tip, only to finally take him within his mouth to suck him off properly, bobbing his head as he settles into a rhythm.]
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It's when the warmth of his tongue slides over the sensitive tip of his cock that he finally shudders out loud, thighs tensing as the arousal truly rushes over him. He'd been getting hard already of course, but it's as though that decides it, and he's standing at near full attention as soon as Hermes takes him fully into his mouth. He feels his voice try to catch in his throat, placing a hand over his lips. ]
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As he keeps up a rhythm, Hermes lets his hands massage his friend's thighs, thumbs pressing into muscle. The shudder and sound he gets out of Hades is encouraging. Hopefully he can draw more out of him.]
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It certainly doesn't take long for him to become fully hard in Hermes' mouth, and for the urge to move his hips along with this rhythm the man has created. He refrains for now, bunching his fingers up against the couch in lieu of having actual fabric to tug on there. Eventually Hermes does get more sounds out of him, a low moan when his cock is taken just deep enough to force it out. ]
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Still he does his best, a hand sliding over from his thigh to gently cup his balls and squeeze, tongue flat on the underside of his shaft. It always felt good for him, so hopefully it would for his friend.]
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