[ 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.]
Hermes- [ He grunts as he's taken a bit deeper, Hermes' fingers toying with him as well. It's almost like he's trying to complain, except that would be truly silly. Perhaps he just didn't fully expect it to feel this good, or to get in the mood quite as easily.
Yet here he is, fingers eventually leaving the couch to tangle into Hermes' dark hair and tug lightly as he coasts toward his climax, hips lifting occasionally off the cushions as he's unable to hold back completely. ]
[The fingers in his hair serve as encouragement as he's pulled toward him, doing his best to take him deeper and deeper. The bucking of hips has him gripping a thigh to steady himself, but he doesn't limit his movement. If this is how Emet-Selch wants to use him right now he's more than fine with it.
With a few more deliberate licks and sucks he moves quicker in a bid to draw his release out of him. Just how long could he last?]
[ Though he's taking care not to thrust too hard or too deep when Hermes might not be able to take it, it's getting more difficult to hold back. It seems though that he isn't going to last forever, as the way Hermes speeds his movements up pulls Emet-Selch right up near his release.
With a shaky breath and moan that follows, his muscles tense tightly as he comes, lifting off the sofa a little bit as the climax moves through him like a hot spark. It leaves him breathless and weak once it finally begins to die down again. ]
[As soon as Emet-Selch's release hits he's bracing himself to swallow, hands on his thighs, squeezing. There's only so much he can manage though, being inexperienced when it comes to doing this sort of thing. Eventually he has to pull back with a small gasp, some of his release trickling out past the corner of his mouth. Flushed he wipes it away with the back of his hand, looking off to the side.]
[ Emet-Selch takes a moment, his heart racing as his body relaxes and winds down from the rather sudden orgasm. Perhaps Hermes isn't experienced at it, but his intent was quite clearly enough. It's even almost a little embarrassing the way he's out of breath and Hermes is looking off to nowhere as he wipes his mouth. Zodiark help him. ]
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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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Yet here he is, fingers eventually leaving the couch to tangle into Hermes' dark hair and tug lightly as he coasts toward his climax, hips lifting occasionally off the cushions as he's unable to hold back completely. ]
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With a few more deliberate licks and sucks he moves quicker in a bid to draw his release out of him. Just how long could he last?]
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With a shaky breath and moan that follows, his muscles tense tightly as he comes, lifting off the sofa a little bit as the climax moves through him like a hot spark. It leaves him breathless and weak once it finally begins to die down again. ]
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...Was that satisfactory?
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... I think you know the answer to that already.