"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.
Oh, he will- with or without Emet-Selch's permission. Though having him act so compliant feeds Hythlodaeus' ego a little, and he gives his cock a squeeze before letting go briefly and pushing his own pants down further so that he can start to rut against his behind.
"I could simply use you this way." He hums as he thinks on it. "It would be what you deserve."
Knowing that Hythlodaeus was getting off and he wasn't, maybe that would be a good punishment... and yet despite considering it, he keeps Emet-Selch aroused by fondling him lightly.
"Agh...nnm..." He mumbles, arousal bordering on pain at this point, like he cares any. He backs himself into the ruts even though he might be reprimanded. He doesn't care, he is just totally drunk on Hythlodaeus at the moment.
"I would, you're right." He won't disagree, even though it sounds uncomfortable and awful. If it makes Hythlodaeus satisfied, it will be worth it. But his lover still mercifully touches him and he practically melts into the touch, reaching behind himself to grasp at Hythlodaeus's hip and stay close to him as if they aren't already nearly connected.
"Please, Hythlodaeus..." What is he even asking for at this point? It probably doesn't matter.
How pretty he sounds when he's begging- all for him. He feels another surge of possessiveness, one that makes holding back difficult.
"You are lucky that my desire to claim you is greater than my desire to punish you." With as much said he lets go of the other man's cock and presses the tip of his own to his entrance once more, where he pushes in and lets out a moan as he feels Emet-Selch take him greedily.
"Hands on the bed, now... I did not say that you could move."
He is so lucky, he thinks. But he will not try his luck again for the moment, especially when the promise of Hythlodaeus' cock comes as his lover pushes his way back inside of him. Emet-Selch calls out in a way he would surely only ever do for Hythlodaeus, his arm shaking as it falters in holding him up.
"But Hythlodaeus-" He complains, though he does as told and puts both hands against the bed. He wants to touch Hythlodaeus so bad, not only be filled by him.
What did make him so jealous in the first place? Much as he loves this little tumble they're having, he's completely confused as to where it came from. He doesn't even remember the man he was talking to's name.
Hythlodaeus recalls all too vividly what he thought he'd seen- which was Emet-Selch looking entirely too interested in a man who wasn't him. Later, he'll be just as confused as Emet-Selch.
"Less complaining from you." He pulls back a little, before thrusting back in again roughly. He loves the way Hades calls out for him, he wants to hear more of it.
"You may touch me when I say you can." That's as close to a compromise as he's getting.
He thinks of arguing, of complaining again, but at this point, what good would it do? Hythlodaeus might actually get fed up or decide he wants to punish more than claim. Dreadful, the very idea.
Though he still thinks of something to say, it's cut short as he's thrust into so firmly. Instead of words he's incoherent as he calls out for his lover, rocking forward to rest his forehead against an arm. He thinks Hythlodaeus could simply breathe on him and he'd be undone he's so sensitive at the moment.
"Have it your way, then." As if there was any other option at any time during this exchange.
"Oh, but I shall." He says it smugly, as he thrusts forward again. The thrusts are hard but slow in pace; he doesn't want Emet-Selch to come just yet.
Although, as sensitive as he is too, the slower pace gives him a chance to compose himself in between bucking forward. He lets out a breathy gasp at the feeling, gripping Hades' hips tightly enough to bruise as he slams forward again.
"You are mine." He practically purrs it, digging his nails into his lover's skin. "I want to hear you say it."
If the frustrated sound Emet-Selch makes is any indication, Hythlodaeus' plan is working. He wants to come but it's just slow enough that he never quite reaches the tipping point. It's horrible and exquisite at the same time. As confused as he is to where this is coming from, he will relish the bruises against his hips. And he will complain if his body is too tired to move later on, definitely.
"Nn," He practically growls as Hythlodaeus sinks his nails into overly sensitive skin. "I am yours." He doesn't hesitate to give the man what he wants though. No reason for that, especially when it's true. "Now and always. I'm yours..."
Hearing that almost makes him come right there and then, his jealousy briefly overshadowed by a rush of affection. He pauses to compose himself once again, reaching around to trace along Emet-Selch's stomach.
"Good... then you have earned this." He takes his cock in hand and strokes him as he thrusts forward again, a little faster now. It should be enough to nudge them towards the brink, certainly. And where before he was focusing on his own pleasure, this time he's focusing on Emet-Selch. Make him feel wonderful, that will make him want to stay... as if Emet-Selch wasn't already devoted to him, but in this moment he can't seem to accept that the way he usually can.
Praise Zodiark, he thinks as Hythlodaeus touches him and moves at a more regular pace. Emet-Selch definitely isn't going to last much longer with those two things, but he doesn't even care anymore. He comes quickly and loudly, fingers curling into the bed as his entire body just shudders with relief.
Oh he is definitely going to stay. He always was of course, but if Hythlodaeus wants to hear it in this specific moment, he'll oblige. Once he catches his breath again and can see more than the vibrant glare of their souls and the stars his orgasm punched into his vision.
Hythlodaeus doesn't last long afterwards, grasping into Emet-Selch's hip as he comes with a groan. Panting, he lets his hips wind down their movements until he's fully satisfied, before he pulls out once more and sets his gaze upon the mess he's left his lover in.
Good. He looks exquisite like this, and he commits the sight to memory before smoothing his hands down his backside. "Would you like to lie down now?" He asks it casually, as though he's still going to consider if he actually lets him or not.
Again Emet-Selch feels his whole body tremble as Hythlodaeus finishes in him. It's the best ending he can think of, really, and he'd been so very close to ruining that for himself by taking it too far!
He definitely just wants to melt into the mattress now but will not argue with whatever Hythlodaeus wants to "prove" to him next. "Yes, if you'll stay with me..." His body can actually probably use the break and the rest but he doesn't care about that.
"You will be hard pressed to get rid of me." Lying down, he pats the bed before finally deciding to shed his own clothing- all the better to be close to Emet-Selch.
"But I'm hoping that you would not wish for such a thing..." There's a dangerous lilt to his voice, but if Emet-Selch catches his eyes he will note genuine anxiety there. He doesn't know why he's so convinced now of all times that Emet-Selch will find someone else, but he simply can't shake it no matter how rational he tries to be.
And that irritates him. He was so content before- what changed?
"I have no desire to be rid of you, Hythlodaeus." Emet-Selch gladly takes his spot on te bed, watching his lover discard his own clothing at last and opening his arms to Hythlodaeus once he's finished.
"I have not and will not ever wish for it." He promises him. After all, this is the man who missed his friend so much he made a replica of him in his little replica of a city. Sentimental to a fault, as they all say.
All of this was really quite fun and felt amazing, he thinks. But he hardly wants it to happen again if Hythlodaeus is going to feel such uncertainty. "Any way I can prove it to you, I will."
He closes his eyes in Emet-Selch's arms, burying his face in his neck. After a moment, he speaks.
"I do not know what has come over me. But ever since seeing you with that man at the picnic, I... I feel a burning jealousy inside of me."
He holds him tighter, as if he could keep him in his arms forever and away from anyone who might seek to take him away. "I should know that you would not leave me, and yet I cannot make myself believe it."
At least, not for the moment. He'll feel foolish once this is all over with, but for right now the reassurance is sorely needed.
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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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"I could simply use you this way." He hums as he thinks on it. "It would be what you deserve."
Knowing that Hythlodaeus was getting off and he wasn't, maybe that would be a good punishment... and yet despite considering it, he keeps Emet-Selch aroused by fondling him lightly.
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"I would, you're right." He won't disagree, even though it sounds uncomfortable and awful. If it makes Hythlodaeus satisfied, it will be worth it. But his lover still mercifully touches him and he practically melts into the touch, reaching behind himself to grasp at Hythlodaeus's hip and stay close to him as if they aren't already nearly connected.
"Please, Hythlodaeus..." What is he even asking for at this point? It probably doesn't matter.
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"You are lucky that my desire to claim you is greater than my desire to punish you." With as much said he lets go of the other man's cock and presses the tip of his own to his entrance once more, where he pushes in and lets out a moan as he feels Emet-Selch take him greedily.
"Hands on the bed, now... I did not say that you could move."
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"But Hythlodaeus-" He complains, though he does as told and puts both hands against the bed. He wants to touch Hythlodaeus so bad, not only be filled by him.
What did make him so jealous in the first place? Much as he loves this little tumble they're having, he's completely confused as to where it came from. He doesn't even remember the man he was talking to's name.
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"Less complaining from you." He pulls back a little, before thrusting back in again roughly. He loves the way Hades calls out for him, he wants to hear more of it.
"You may touch me when I say you can." That's as close to a compromise as he's getting.
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Though he still thinks of something to say, it's cut short as he's thrust into so firmly. Instead of words he's incoherent as he calls out for his lover, rocking forward to rest his forehead against an arm. He thinks Hythlodaeus could simply breathe on him and he'd be undone he's so sensitive at the moment.
"Have it your way, then." As if there was any other option at any time during this exchange.
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Although, as sensitive as he is too, the slower pace gives him a chance to compose himself in between bucking forward. He lets out a breathy gasp at the feeling, gripping Hades' hips tightly enough to bruise as he slams forward again.
"You are mine." He practically purrs it, digging his nails into his lover's skin. "I want to hear you say it."
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"Nn," He practically growls as Hythlodaeus sinks his nails into overly sensitive skin. "I am yours." He doesn't hesitate to give the man what he wants though. No reason for that, especially when it's true. "Now and always. I'm yours..."
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"Good... then you have earned this." He takes his cock in hand and strokes him as he thrusts forward again, a little faster now. It should be enough to nudge them towards the brink, certainly. And where before he was focusing on his own pleasure, this time he's focusing on Emet-Selch. Make him feel wonderful, that will make him want to stay... as if Emet-Selch wasn't already devoted to him, but in this moment he can't seem to accept that the way he usually can.
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Oh he is definitely going to stay. He always was of course, but if Hythlodaeus wants to hear it in this specific moment, he'll oblige. Once he catches his breath again and can see more than the vibrant glare of their souls and the stars his orgasm punched into his vision.
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Good. He looks exquisite like this, and he commits the sight to memory before smoothing his hands down his backside. "Would you like to lie down now?" He asks it casually, as though he's still going to consider if he actually lets him or not.
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He definitely just wants to melt into the mattress now but will not argue with whatever Hythlodaeus wants to "prove" to him next. "Yes, if you'll stay with me..." His body can actually probably use the break and the rest but he doesn't care about that.
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"But I'm hoping that you would not wish for such a thing..." There's a dangerous lilt to his voice, but if Emet-Selch catches his eyes he will note genuine anxiety there. He doesn't know why he's so convinced now of all times that Emet-Selch will find someone else, but he simply can't shake it no matter how rational he tries to be.
And that irritates him. He was so content before- what changed?
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"I have not and will not ever wish for it." He promises him. After all, this is the man who missed his friend so much he made a replica of him in his little replica of a city. Sentimental to a fault, as they all say.
All of this was really quite fun and felt amazing, he thinks. But he hardly wants it to happen again if Hythlodaeus is going to feel such uncertainty. "Any way I can prove it to you, I will."
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"I do not know what has come over me. But ever since seeing you with that man at the picnic, I... I feel a burning jealousy inside of me."
He holds him tighter, as if he could keep him in his arms forever and away from anyone who might seek to take him away. "I should know that you would not leave me, and yet I cannot make myself believe it."
At least, not for the moment. He'll feel foolish once this is all over with, but for right now the reassurance is sorely needed.
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