When Emet-Selch arrives home he'll find Hythlodaeus opens the door in nothing but lacy black lingerie that barely covers anything, and a sheer black floor-length robe that just about manages to cover what the underwear doesn't. He tugs Emet-Selch inside by his belt loop, a devious smirk on his face.
"And now you're all mine until I say otherwise..."
When did he buy these? Who knows- but he was looking for a reason to wear them, and Emet-Selch's picture apparently brought out the need to do so immediately. And perhaps he needs to soothe him a little after his own profile happened to mention that anyone could do what they liked with Hythlodaeus' body- untrue, as Emet-Selch had pointed out.
It's hard not to just snap himself home, but since Hythlodaeus needs some time, he just decides to walk. He's not sure what's got him all riled up today but it's fine. Keeping his tie a bit loose, he leaves his jacket behind and locks up the theatre to return home. Once he's in the apartment and has locked the door behind him, he turns around to find Hythlodaeus grabbing for his belt loops and very, very much dressed for the occasion.
"And where were you hiding this?" He gives a noticeable glance up and down to see what he can of Hythlodaeus' attire from his position there. He hums in approval, smiling. He's so proud of Hythlodaeus for successfully choosing his own lingerie, but of course such a talented, creative man would be able to find something perfectly seductive.
"Mm, you look divine." He leans in to kiss Hythlodaeus, unable to wait a second longer.
"Now now, if I told you where I hid it, you'd know where to look next time." He winks, but then Emet-Selch leans in for a kiss and he melts against him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
"I'm glad that you approve..." He murmurs it against his lips, smiling. He'd been a little worried about choosing his own lingerie but he had a feeling he knew what Emet-Selch liked by now. He claims his lips once more, before moving to curl his fingers around the tie in order to lead him to the bedroom.
"Oh?" He manages, eyebrow still raised even as their lips meet for that kiss. So he has a secret stash now does he? All the more reason Emet-Selch wants to find it, then.
As for whether he'd approve, he just gives a light laugh. "It's not as though it's difficult." Hythlodaeus can look good in anything. Of course Emet-Selch has suggestions, but still. If Amaurot hadn't been so communal, Hythlodaeus would have constantly turned heads. And Hades probably wouldn't have stood a chance.
... Though, that one single photograph has Hythlodaeus all riled up like this is not something Emet-Selch is about to forget. It's rather nice.
His fingers catch along the fine fabric of the robe, gently pushing it out of the way so he can see more of Hythlodaeus' body with a slow, appreciative gaze and a hum of interest.
Once in the bedroom, he pauses to let Emet-Selch appreciate him, smirking. The robe had mostly been to cover him at the door, as well as to get Emet-Selch interested in what lay underneath it, so now he lets it fall off his shoulders and drop to the floor. The underwear beneath is tied at either side of his hips for easy removal, and made of a sheer lace that does nothing to hide his growing arousal.
Only Emet-Selch could make him feel so impatient with just a photo. He doesn't know what it was about it- the way he was looking at the camera, perhaps- but he needed to claim him for himself immediately. With that in mind he tugs the tie loose, and starts to undo the buttons on his lover's shirt as he leans in to kiss at his jaw. "How glad I am that you are mine..."
"Hm," He hums in appraisal as he looks over his lover. How convenient those ties are! How quaint. Though part of Hades truly just wants to rip the delicate cloth away like a man starved. The way Hythlodaeus' obviously interested cock peeks up out of the lace is such a strange contrast, he feels the desire bubbling up in the very pit of his stomach. How very erotic, simple as it is.
"There could be no contest," He replies with the airiest of chuckles as Hythlodaeus leans into his jaw. Hades has never thought himself to be as attractive as Hythlodaeus (perhaps not even Azem), so it is difficult for him to imagine catching the attention of someone else by chance. Sure he had seduced others for his own gains, but that was his doing! Either way, if someone tried to pursue him he could only turn away, utterly blinded by his devotion to Hythlodaeus.
His thumbs run over exposed nipples as he drags his lover in closer to the bed, wetting his lips before he speaks. "Let's keep those on a little while more." The underwear, that is. He's decided he quite likes it. And how much can Hythlodaeus endure before those cute little ties must be undone?
He's glad that Hades approves of the underwear, and he lets himself be pulled to the bed with a grin. He's soon undoing Emet-Selch's trousers, unable to stop his fingers from working the cloth loose, but he soon stops and pulls away. He climbs onto the bed, giving his lover a wonderful view of his backside as he does, and turns to face him on his knees on the mattress.
"Whatever pleases you most, my love." There's a purr to his voice, a predatory tilt to it that contrasts with the obedient nature of his words. "Take off those clothes, won't you? And then I will do whatever you ask of me."
Emet-Selch appreciates the view given to him before he closes the distance again, stopping at the end of the bed to give a casual glance over his own attire. "What, these clothes aren't what had you going?" He teases with a challenging arch of a brow. Still, without an answer he begins to undo the buttons of his shirt all the way down until his pants, where he continues where Hythlodaeus left off.
Sliding the trousers down his hips, he kicks them away. His underwear he pulls down about halfway on his hips before he climbs up on the bed himself. "You didn't even finish what you started, how rude." But he does the task himself, pulling the garment down and away as well until he's mostly naked in front of Hythlodaeus, save for the loose shirt and- Okay, yes he's still wearing socks and garters.
"You have me going, you silly man." He's quite sure it was the look Emet-Selch had about him that caught Hythlodaeus' eye, not necessarily the clothes... well, perhaps partly the clothes.
He slides his hands up his partner's sides before smoothing them back down again and over his ass, parting his legs so that he can pull Emet-Selch between his thighs. His underwear barely covers his growing arousal by now, seeing his love bared before him.
"You can keep these on, though." He gestures idly to the socks and garters, and the shirt.
Perhaps it is just him, but there's no harm in wanting to hear that a particular look really struck Hythlodaeus' fancy. He supposes he will have to experiment more with various fashion choices. Oh no, how terrible, whatever will he do.
He laughs a bit at what Hythlodaeus tells him to keep on. "That so?" He has no complaints, that's less work to do, but it amuses him nonetheless. Bracing himself with a hand on either side of his lover's head and shoulders, he leans down to kiss Hythlodaeus. Though eventually he shifts his weight to one side so a hand can drag over that peeking arousal. He makes no move to dispose of the lacy covering just yet. He has permission to indulge, after all!
The laugh warms him, and he chuckles in return before letting out a soft sound at the feel of Emet-Selch's fingers over his cock. He kisses back lazily, shifting underneath his lover and pushing his hips forward a little, riled up and eager.
His hands wander as they please, but he doesn't make much effort to touch Hades' cock in return. He seems more interested in feeling over his body, pushing his shirt up as he traces over the muscles of his back, then letting it fall back down again as he grabs a handful of his ass with a grin. He does enjoy appreciating his love this way, impatient as he is.
Though his own cock aches for attention, he cannot be disappointed in what Hythlodaeus does choose to touch and indulge in. Any way those fingers drift over his body are enough to get him to sigh contentedly, to get his blood pumping in ways that no one and nothing else possibly can. He stops the roaming his mouth is doing over Hythlodaeus’ chin and throat when he feels the other get a good grab of his ass though, raising a brow at him. “Find something you like, did you?” Tsk tsk tsk. He shakes his head and then goes right back to his business.
That hand that had been teasing Hythlodaeus’ length through the lace strokes more fervently now, pushing the fabric aside with every downward motion. Eventually he does push them all the way down, tugging the ties at the sides so they can pull the fabric completely away. Shame to be rid of them, but there’s more exciting things to do. His slender fingers trace along his lover’s balls and the underside of his cock as he watches him; adoring and predatory at the same time. He just wants to hear Hythlodaeus speak, whether it’s to ask or demand or anything in between.
"Heheh..." His only response to the comment is to giggle, before letting out a breathy sigh as Emet-Selch's movements get rougher. When the fabric comes away and his lover begins to touch him properly he moans, meeting Emet-Selch's gaze with as much adoration in return.
"You won't hold back tonight, will you, love?" He lowers his lashes, smiling. "If I am not terribly sore all over after tonight, I will be disappointed..." He loves it when Emet-Selch lets go. He's not looking for gentle, not tonight.
"Not if you don't wish me to." As if he could deny Hythlodaeus anything. He could try, but he seldom succeeds. Not his fault he likes to gentle, tender moments with his lover more than anything else, though. He's had eons for less meaningful romps in bed. It's different when Hythlodaeus asks for it though, of course. He just wants to make him happy.
That being said, he bends down to kiss Hythlodaeus hard and fast, pulling away so he can press more kisses to collar bone and chest and stomach. His hand continues to stroke the newly freed erection until he gets down low enough to bring it to his lips, tongue lashing out to tease the tip before he bestows little kisses and nips.
Hythlodaeus loves the gentle moments too, but tonight he wants to be ravaged. He doesn't see why it can't be just as meaningful- or indeed, why they can't have the tender moment afterwards.
When Emet-Selch gets low enough to begin teasing his cock with his lips and tongue he lets out a moan, stroking a hand through his hair gently before balling it into a fist and smirking a little.
"Oh, but you look so good down there..." He holds Emet-Selch in that position for a brief moment before letting go of his hair again and running his fingers lightly over his cheek.
It is true that no matter how they go about it, it will always be meaningful with Hythlodaeus. He does not care enough either way to make a fuss about it, simply happy to be with his lover freely like this (even if they had to leave the Lifestream for it).
He removes his lips from Hythlodaeus' cock just briefly enough to answer. "Only for you." Sucking anybody else's (okay, perhaps not other Ancients as well) cock is simply too boring and too tedious. But it's more than worth it to hear and feel and see his lover's responses to him when he takes him back in and begins a greedy rhythm as he teases with his tongue.
Hythlodaeus' fingers in his hair feel wonderful as well, and he closes his eyes to it. Hard to focus on what he's doing when he wants to be touched so bad, but waiting will make it all the better.
Letting out a soft, fond chuckle, it soon melts into another moan as Emet-Selch gets to work on his cock. He shifts under him, trying not to arch his hips up too much, and he watches intently as if trying to commit the scene to memory.
Eventually, as his breath starts to pick up, he closes his eyes and rests his head back against the pillow. He's soon leaking precum, shuddering a little as he submits fully to what his lover is doing to him. He won't come like this, not yet, but it feels good enough that his toes curl and he makes soft sounds of pleasure every time Hades' tongue flicks over the slit or he sucks on him in just the right way.
Hades continues to work Hythlodaeus' cock, ignoring the precum and his shuddering movements until it seems like he might not last much longer. Then he slowly pulls his mouth away, wetting his lips as he smiles up at his lover and pulls himself back up to face him properly.
"How may I convince you to make more of those particular sounds, I wonder?" Music to his ears.
"Mm... I am sure you could do almost anything to me at this point and I'd enjoy it."
He smiles back and pulls him in for a brief kiss, humming with pleasure as he tastes himself on Emet-Selch's lips. "You're a creative man. Try anything your heart desires."
I trust you goes unspoken, but it's obvious from the way he speaks that he does. And the way he looks at Emet-Selch with such an adoring gaze... yes, truly, Emet-Selch could try anything and he'd be fine with it.
"Now you simply offer me too much power." He teases gently, even though everyone that knows Emet-Selch as he is now knows he enjoys a little powertrip here and there. Almost as much as he likes being utterly wrecked by Hythlodaeus. Almost.
He presses against his lover's chest firmly, getting him to lie down for him as he languidly strokes his cock again. "Very well. Let's see what we can get up to." He admires Hythlodaeus bare and stretched out before him as he continues to fondle him, lowering himself enough to lick at his nipples.
Though he often prefers to "cheat" with magic (and to show off), he decides to stay traditional today, pulling away only to coat his fingers with a clear, warming lube before he teases at his partner's entrance with one digit and then two. He knows starting off too little would just be boring for the both of them.
"Heh... enjoy it, my love." He lies back as instructed and sighs as his nipples are teased, and he resists the urge to press down on those fingers once they begin to push into him. Instead he keeps himself still, eyes closing and lips parting in a silent sound of pleasure, as Emet-Selch warms him up.
He loves the feeling of being filled this way, when magicks aren't involved. But he always was one for going the more 'interesting' route... if you use magic for everything, surely you miss out. And certainly he would not want to have to miss out on this, the feeling of Emet-Selch stretching him out by hand.
"I would surrender myself to you over and over, you know this."
Magic often makes things better, but there is something to be said about the way Hythlodaeus reacts when he simply uses his hands and a nice lubricant. He presses in deeply, pulling back only so he can thrust his fingers in deep again. A third is added when he feels the time is right.
“I do know this,” he agrees with a nod, near mesmerized by the sight of Hythlodaeus’ face. His cock strains for attention, but he can be patient, making sure his lover is fully ready for him before anything else. Besides, he is very much enjoying just watching, too.
"Good. And you shan't forget." He says this almost to reassure himself than to actually mean anything to Hythlodaeus. Emet-Selch has spent so many long years with broken pieces, broken memories ...
"Now, now," he teases Hythlodaeus, slowly pulling his fingers away. But he's more than ready to move on as well, if not even more impatient than his partner at the moment.
Without further argument, he slicks his cock up with the lube as well, replacing it where his fingers had been at Hythlodaeus' entrance. When the moment is just right, that he knows Hythlodaeus is ready and his body will accept him wonderfully, he pushes in, moaning softly at how good it feels. Every time is as good as the first, with Hythlodaeus. And what a novel thing that is.
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"And now you're all mine until I say otherwise..."
When did he buy these? Who knows- but he was looking for a reason to wear them, and Emet-Selch's picture apparently brought out the need to do so immediately. And perhaps he needs to soothe him a little after his own profile happened to mention that anyone could do what they liked with Hythlodaeus' body- untrue, as Emet-Selch had pointed out.
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"And where were you hiding this?" He gives a noticeable glance up and down to see what he can of Hythlodaeus' attire from his position there. He hums in approval, smiling. He's so proud of Hythlodaeus for successfully choosing his own lingerie, but of course such a talented, creative man would be able to find something perfectly seductive.
"Mm, you look divine." He leans in to kiss Hythlodaeus, unable to wait a second longer.
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"I'm glad that you approve..." He murmurs it against his lips, smiling. He'd been a little worried about choosing his own lingerie but he had a feeling he knew what Emet-Selch liked by now. He claims his lips once more, before moving to curl his fingers around the tie in order to lead him to the bedroom.
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As for whether he'd approve, he just gives a light laugh. "It's not as though it's difficult." Hythlodaeus can look good in anything. Of course Emet-Selch has suggestions, but still. If Amaurot hadn't been so communal, Hythlodaeus would have constantly turned heads. And Hades probably wouldn't have stood a chance.
... Though, that one single photograph has Hythlodaeus all riled up like this is not something Emet-Selch is about to forget. It's rather nice.
His fingers catch along the fine fabric of the robe, gently pushing it out of the way so he can see more of Hythlodaeus' body with a slow, appreciative gaze and a hum of interest.
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Only Emet-Selch could make him feel so impatient with just a photo. He doesn't know what it was about it- the way he was looking at the camera, perhaps- but he needed to claim him for himself immediately. With that in mind he tugs the tie loose, and starts to undo the buttons on his lover's shirt as he leans in to kiss at his jaw. "How glad I am that you are mine..."
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"There could be no contest," He replies with the airiest of chuckles as Hythlodaeus leans into his jaw. Hades has never thought himself to be as attractive as Hythlodaeus (perhaps not even Azem), so it is difficult for him to imagine catching the attention of someone else by chance. Sure he had seduced others for his own gains, but that was his doing! Either way, if someone tried to pursue him he could only turn away, utterly blinded by his devotion to Hythlodaeus.
His thumbs run over exposed nipples as he drags his lover in closer to the bed, wetting his lips before he speaks. "Let's keep those on a little while more." The underwear, that is. He's decided he quite likes it. And how much can Hythlodaeus endure before those cute little ties must be undone?
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"Whatever pleases you most, my love." There's a purr to his voice, a predatory tilt to it that contrasts with the obedient nature of his words. "Take off those clothes, won't you? And then I will do whatever you ask of me."
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Sliding the trousers down his hips, he kicks them away. His underwear he pulls down about halfway on his hips before he climbs up on the bed himself. "You didn't even finish what you started, how rude." But he does the task himself, pulling the garment down and away as well until he's mostly naked in front of Hythlodaeus, save for the loose shirt and- Okay, yes he's still wearing socks and garters.
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He slides his hands up his partner's sides before smoothing them back down again and over his ass, parting his legs so that he can pull Emet-Selch between his thighs. His underwear barely covers his growing arousal by now, seeing his love bared before him.
"You can keep these on, though." He gestures idly to the socks and garters, and the shirt.
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He laughs a bit at what Hythlodaeus tells him to keep on. "That so?" He has no complaints, that's less work to do, but it amuses him nonetheless. Bracing himself with a hand on either side of his lover's head and shoulders, he leans down to kiss Hythlodaeus. Though eventually he shifts his weight to one side so a hand can drag over that peeking arousal. He makes no move to dispose of the lacy covering just yet. He has permission to indulge, after all!
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His hands wander as they please, but he doesn't make much effort to touch Hades' cock in return. He seems more interested in feeling over his body, pushing his shirt up as he traces over the muscles of his back, then letting it fall back down again as he grabs a handful of his ass with a grin. He does enjoy appreciating his love this way, impatient as he is.
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That hand that had been teasing Hythlodaeus’ length through the lace strokes more fervently now, pushing the fabric aside with every downward motion. Eventually he does push them all the way down, tugging the ties at the sides so they can pull the fabric completely away. Shame to be rid of them, but there’s more exciting things to do. His slender fingers trace along his lover’s balls and the underside of his cock as he watches him; adoring and predatory at the same time. He just wants to hear Hythlodaeus speak, whether it’s to ask or demand or anything in between.
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"You won't hold back tonight, will you, love?" He lowers his lashes, smiling. "If I am not terribly sore all over after tonight, I will be disappointed..." He loves it when Emet-Selch lets go. He's not looking for gentle, not tonight.
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That being said, he bends down to kiss Hythlodaeus hard and fast, pulling away so he can press more kisses to collar bone and chest and stomach. His hand continues to stroke the newly freed erection until he gets down low enough to bring it to his lips, tongue lashing out to tease the tip before he bestows little kisses and nips.
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When Emet-Selch gets low enough to begin teasing his cock with his lips and tongue he lets out a moan, stroking a hand through his hair gently before balling it into a fist and smirking a little.
"Oh, but you look so good down there..." He holds Emet-Selch in that position for a brief moment before letting go of his hair again and running his fingers lightly over his cheek.
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He removes his lips from Hythlodaeus' cock just briefly enough to answer. "Only for you." Sucking anybody else's (okay, perhaps not other Ancients as well) cock is simply too boring and too tedious. But it's more than worth it to hear and feel and see his lover's responses to him when he takes him back in and begins a greedy rhythm as he teases with his tongue.
Hythlodaeus' fingers in his hair feel wonderful as well, and he closes his eyes to it. Hard to focus on what he's doing when he wants to be touched so bad, but waiting will make it all the better.
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Eventually, as his breath starts to pick up, he closes his eyes and rests his head back against the pillow. He's soon leaking precum, shuddering a little as he submits fully to what his lover is doing to him. He won't come like this, not yet, but it feels good enough that his toes curl and he makes soft sounds of pleasure every time Hades' tongue flicks over the slit or he sucks on him in just the right way.
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"How may I convince you to make more of those particular sounds, I wonder?" Music to his ears.
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He smiles back and pulls him in for a brief kiss, humming with pleasure as he tastes himself on Emet-Selch's lips. "You're a creative man. Try anything your heart desires."
I trust you goes unspoken, but it's obvious from the way he speaks that he does. And the way he looks at Emet-Selch with such an adoring gaze... yes, truly, Emet-Selch could try anything and he'd be fine with it.
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He presses against his lover's chest firmly, getting him to lie down for him as he languidly strokes his cock again. "Very well. Let's see what we can get up to." He admires Hythlodaeus bare and stretched out before him as he continues to fondle him, lowering himself enough to lick at his nipples.
Though he often prefers to "cheat" with magic (and to show off), he decides to stay traditional today, pulling away only to coat his fingers with a clear, warming lube before he teases at his partner's entrance with one digit and then two. He knows starting off too little would just be boring for the both of them.
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He loves the feeling of being filled this way, when magicks aren't involved. But he always was one for going the more 'interesting' route... if you use magic for everything, surely you miss out. And certainly he would not want to have to miss out on this, the feeling of Emet-Selch stretching him out by hand.
"I would surrender myself to you over and over, you know this."
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“I do know this,” he agrees with a nod, near mesmerized by the sight of Hythlodaeus’ face. His cock strains for attention, but he can be patient, making sure his lover is fully ready for him before anything else. Besides, he is very much enjoying just watching, too.
“And you know I am the same, yes?”
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He pushes down on the fingers, rolling his hips and letting out a sigh. "You always make me feel so good..."
It just feels more fulfilling with Emet-Selch. Like it was meant to be, every time.
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"Now, now," he teases Hythlodaeus, slowly pulling his fingers away. But he's more than ready to move on as well, if not even more impatient than his partner at the moment.
Without further argument, he slicks his cock up with the lube as well, replacing it where his fingers had been at Hythlodaeus' entrance. When the moment is just right, that he knows Hythlodaeus is ready and his body will accept him wonderfully, he pushes in, moaning softly at how good it feels. Every time is as good as the first, with Hythlodaeus. And what a novel thing that is.
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"You have always occupied my mind in some way... for as long as I can remember." Spreading his legs a little more, he cups Emet-Selch's cheek.
"But I suppose that is what love does to somebody, isn't it?"
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