Though Emet-Selch is fully aware of Lahabrea's inclinations to quite literally blend his soul with another's - and knows the theory behind it well enough to replicate it in theory - he has no desire to go quite that far. And yet, he is more than willing to let himself all but drown in the feeling of Hythlodaeus' mouth and fingers. Feelings that have him swiftly approach full arousal, as he hardens slowly but surely even as he contains to offer up a small litany of moans.
Still, even though Hythlodaeus' ministrations have him very near breathless, Hades is not entirely without his share of things to offer. Though he may not wish to truly blend their souls, with each moan and gasp Hythlodaeus draws from him, there's another pulse of what can only be his emotions through each place Hades' aether is touching Hythlodaeus. Love and desire, deep and true; wordless acknowledgements that he wants more.
Emotions that are matched by the look in Hades' eyes as he meets Hythlodaeus' gaze. Scarcely a moment later a second aetherwrought hand falls to Hythlodaeus' hip, curving around and over it appreciatively before beginning to slide lower, unhindered by the mere bounds of physical space the way a flesh-and-blood hand might be. While he cannot deny that he is very much enjoying what Hythlodaeus has to offer, neither does he want Hythlodaeus to be left wanting.
The hand caressing his hip draws a soft sound from Hythlodaeus, which becomes a moan as it inches lower. He's already hard just from the act of touching Hades, and he presses his hips forward eagerly even as he resumes his work on Hades' shaft. He doesn't want him to finish this way but he does want to make a point of showing his appreciation.
When he finally pulls back it's to kiss up Emet-Selch's stomach and chest again, before meeting his lips with an eager sound. He only pulls back when he's short of breath, before straddling his lover again. He will need Hades' help to get him ready, but he's sure he doesn't need to ask.
The hand at Hythlodaeus' hip meets that eager thrust of his hips all but gladly, curling around Hythlodaeus' length much as Hades' himself might have done but for the current reality of their positions. It is, admittedly, not quite the same - the touch of his aether almost feather-light rather than the solid touch of flesh and blood. But there's a warmth in it all the same and a gentle promise as it offers an almost teasing stroke, emotions dancing its wake as it goes.
As for Hades himself, once Hythlodaeus does return for a proper kiss, he falls into it gladly, and with a renewed sense of desire. One that matches the softer echoes running through his aether, though here it is not nearly so muted. Instead, it is simply the truth of his emotions, and one he offers gladly.
And when the kiss finally does break, leaving them all but breathless there is yet another feeling of rising aether and then Hades is offering a small vial of oil to Hythlodaeus. He will, of course, offer whatever else Hythlodaeus might wish of him in the name of preparation, but that he will leave until he has a better idea of what Hythlodaeus wishes.
Assuming Hades wants Hythlodaeus to prepare him instead of the other way around, he shifts to settle between his lover's legs and pushes his thighs apart more, pressing soft kisses to his neck as he does so. He opens the vial and coats his fingers, before slowly teasing a finger around Hades' entrance and pushing it inside.
He's slow about his preparations, relishing the opportunity to bring his partner pleasure. When he adds a second finger it's just as gentle as the first, and he distracts him with kisses and nips to his shoulder. He's impatient for this, but he has all the care in the world when it comes to Emet-Selch. By the time he removes his fingers again he's quite ready, and Hythlodaeus takes the chance to smear more oil onto himself before pressing close and lining himself up.
Judging by the sound Hades makes as Hythlodaeus' finger slides in - and the sudden flare of open desire echoing through the places where his aether is still touching Hythlodaeus - it is very much what he had wanted. There will be time later for other things. Right now, he wants to feel as much of Hythlodaeus as he can.
And as Hythlodaeus continues, it becomes clear that between those kisses and nips and the feeling of Hythlodaeus working him open, Hades is very thoroughly distracted. Not just by the moans and gasps he offers but by the way the aetheric hands he's created stutter and shift every now and then; Hades' focus compromised enough that continuing to maintain takes ever more active effort. But neither are they gone, the one that had previously been at Hythlodaeus' cock retreating again towards his hip, its hold turning almost possessive.
The one that had been exploring his back meanwhile, shifts abruptly to skimming its way over Hythlodaeus' chest, ghosting aether-light over his nipples. Though even that pauses when Hythlodaeus finally removes his fingers and lines himself up.
"Yes, please."
Rarely does Hades beg. But here and now, he can think of nothing he'd like better than Hythlodaeus' cock, and he is more than ready.
It's all the go ahead he needs, and he begins to press in with a moan of his own. He's plenty slick so it's not difficult to slide inside, and as that heat surrounds him he has to fight himself not to thrust in too fast.
He remains gentle up until he's fully sheathed, and waits for a few moments for them both to adjust. Then he begins to slowly pull out partway, before rocking his hips to fill him again. It feels wonderful, and Hythlodaeus lets his own pleasure be known through sighs and soft kisses, nuzzling Hades and murmuring his name fondly.
As soon as Hythlodaeus starts to slide in, both aetherial hands still to an abrupt stop. Once Hythlodaeus fully sheathes himself, they dissipate completely, replaced by the simple touch of Hades' own hands and the soft moans Hades offers in turn. Ones that make it all but emphatically clear that this is exactly what he'd wanted, as Hythlodaeus begins to move. To be able to lose himself in the slowly mounting bliss, and to know that it is Hythlodaeus offering it.
Nor is it long at all before Hades is murmuring Hythlodaeus' name in turn, when he's not offering his own kisses; hips rocking slowly to meet Hythlodaeus' thrusts.
Hythlodaeus certainly prefers the touch of real hands on his skin, even if the aetherial ones were pleasant enough. He's quick to reach between them to curl his fingers around Hades, stroking in time with his movements, his other hand propping him up against the sheets.
His lips are busy against Emet-Selch's skin, but he does pause to offer fond words every now and then. Eventually, as his hips begin to thrust harder, he smiles and leans in to drag his tongue along Hades' throat.
"I want to hear just how much you missed me, darling."
There's a shuddering sort of sigh as Hythlodaeus takes him in hand. This, too, is something that he has sorely missed, and though it's not near enough to have him fully undone it still offers the relief Hades needs to finally just let himself feel. To put away the worries and concern that had yet been plaguing him and relax into the bliss they are both chasing.
"Hythlodaeus.
It's offered as first a sigh and then a gasp as Hythlodaeus' thrusts begin to come harder.
"Yes, please..."
He needs, wants, and with him no more able to deny Hythlodaeus than the desires of his body, he makes not even the slightest effort to hide the moans that follow as his hips rock against Hythlodaeus' and then up against that stroking hand. He's not yet standing on that final precipice, but there is no denying that he is getting ever closer.
(He may not be able to put how much he's missed Hythlodaeus into words, though he'd try if he had to. As it is, he figures that letting his moans and the movements of his body speak for him will be enough.)
It's all he needs, really. To hear the moans and sounds of pleasure, rather than actual words. His hips buck into his love harder, and he moans himself, beginning to lose himself to the need gnawing at him.
"Beautiful..."
He can feel himself inching closer, every thrust drawing a soft gasp from him, toes curling. And the whole time his eyes remain fixed on Hades, nothing but love and want in his gaze. He wants to see the moment he tips over into ecstasy, because he knows it will drive him to follow.
Hades rarely takes compliments. Here and now, with only Hythlodaeus and their rising desires, it leaves him nearly shuddering; his next moan all the louder for it as that, too, has him inching closer to his own completion.
And then, between on moment and the next it is very much not inching, as his moans and gasps take on a deeper and almost desperate quality. He's there, or nearly so, hips stuttering out of rhythm as he blindly seeks what he needs. Once, twice... and then with a wordless cry he is gone, fallen head-over-heels into ecstasy as he comes hard around Hythlodaeus, fingers clenching almost reflexively against Hythlodaeus' back.
It's all he needs- the bliss on his partner's face and the clenching around him. He gasps and drives in faster, as his body tenses before relaxing, satisfied. He fills Hades, feels the spend on his fingers from where his lover had finished moments before, and lets go of his cock to idly rest against him, catching his breath.
He's loath to pull out so soon but he does, if only to create a towel he can wipe them both off on before letting it disappear. Then he cuddles up to Emet-Selch and closes his eyes, exhausted.
He does press a few chaste kisses to his partner's neck and shoulder while he's there, loving gestures. His hand finds Hades' and entwines their fingers, and he sighs, happy.
Dimly, Hades is aware of Hythlodaeus reaching his own climax. But beyond that, he simply lets himself drift in both that bliss and its aftermath, until at last the feeling of Hythlodaeus pulling out and the gentle touch of the towel draws him back into reality once more.
Still, it's only once Hythlodaeus slides in against him once more that he finally speaks.
"I missed you."
I love you, he means, the words soft and quiet; gentle in the wake of their mutual satisfaction.
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Still, even though Hythlodaeus' ministrations have him very near breathless, Hades is not entirely without his share of things to offer. Though he may not wish to truly blend their souls, with each moan and gasp Hythlodaeus draws from him, there's another pulse of what can only be his emotions through each place Hades' aether is touching Hythlodaeus. Love and desire, deep and true; wordless acknowledgements that he wants more.
Emotions that are matched by the look in Hades' eyes as he meets Hythlodaeus' gaze. Scarcely a moment later a second aetherwrought hand falls to Hythlodaeus' hip, curving around and over it appreciatively before beginning to slide lower, unhindered by the mere bounds of physical space the way a flesh-and-blood hand might be. While he cannot deny that he is very much enjoying what Hythlodaeus has to offer, neither does he want Hythlodaeus to be left wanting.
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When he finally pulls back it's to kiss up Emet-Selch's stomach and chest again, before meeting his lips with an eager sound. He only pulls back when he's short of breath, before straddling his lover again. He will need Hades' help to get him ready, but he's sure he doesn't need to ask.
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As for Hades himself, once Hythlodaeus does return for a proper kiss, he falls into it gladly, and with a renewed sense of desire. One that matches the softer echoes running through his aether, though here it is not nearly so muted. Instead, it is simply the truth of his emotions, and one he offers gladly.
And when the kiss finally does break, leaving them all but breathless there is yet another feeling of rising aether and then Hades is offering a small vial of oil to Hythlodaeus. He will, of course, offer whatever else Hythlodaeus might wish of him in the name of preparation, but that he will leave until he has a better idea of what Hythlodaeus wishes.
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He's slow about his preparations, relishing the opportunity to bring his partner pleasure. When he adds a second finger it's just as gentle as the first, and he distracts him with kisses and nips to his shoulder. He's impatient for this, but he has all the care in the world when it comes to Emet-Selch. By the time he removes his fingers again he's quite ready, and Hythlodaeus takes the chance to smear more oil onto himself before pressing close and lining himself up.
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And as Hythlodaeus continues, it becomes clear that between those kisses and nips and the feeling of Hythlodaeus working him open, Hades is very thoroughly distracted. Not just by the moans and gasps he offers but by the way the aetheric hands he's created stutter and shift every now and then; Hades' focus compromised enough that continuing to maintain takes ever more active effort. But neither are they gone, the one that had previously been at Hythlodaeus' cock retreating again towards his hip, its hold turning almost possessive.
The one that had been exploring his back meanwhile, shifts abruptly to skimming its way over Hythlodaeus' chest, ghosting aether-light over his nipples. Though even that pauses when Hythlodaeus finally removes his fingers and lines himself up.
"Yes, please."
Rarely does Hades beg. But here and now, he can think of nothing he'd like better than Hythlodaeus' cock, and he is more than ready.
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He remains gentle up until he's fully sheathed, and waits for a few moments for them both to adjust. Then he begins to slowly pull out partway, before rocking his hips to fill him again. It feels wonderful, and Hythlodaeus lets his own pleasure be known through sighs and soft kisses, nuzzling Hades and murmuring his name fondly.
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Nor is it long at all before Hades is murmuring Hythlodaeus' name in turn, when he's not offering his own kisses; hips rocking slowly to meet Hythlodaeus' thrusts.
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His lips are busy against Emet-Selch's skin, but he does pause to offer fond words every now and then. Eventually, as his hips begin to thrust harder, he smiles and leans in to drag his tongue along Hades' throat.
"I want to hear just how much you missed me, darling."
There's nobody else here, after all.
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"Hythlodaeus.
It's offered as first a sigh and then a gasp as Hythlodaeus' thrusts begin to come harder.
"Yes, please..."
He needs, wants, and with him no more able to deny Hythlodaeus than the desires of his body, he makes not even the slightest effort to hide the moans that follow as his hips rock against Hythlodaeus' and then up against that stroking hand. He's not yet standing on that final precipice, but there is no denying that he is getting ever closer.
(He may not be able to put how much he's missed Hythlodaeus into words, though he'd try if he had to. As it is, he figures that letting his moans and the movements of his body speak for him will be enough.)
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"Beautiful..."
He can feel himself inching closer, every thrust drawing a soft gasp from him, toes curling. And the whole time his eyes remain fixed on Hades, nothing but love and want in his gaze. He wants to see the moment he tips over into ecstasy, because he knows it will drive him to follow.
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And then, between on moment and the next it is very much not inching, as his moans and gasps take on a deeper and almost desperate quality. He's there, or nearly so, hips stuttering out of rhythm as he blindly seeks what he needs. Once, twice... and then with a wordless cry he is gone, fallen head-over-heels into ecstasy as he comes hard around Hythlodaeus, fingers clenching almost reflexively against Hythlodaeus' back.
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He's loath to pull out so soon but he does, if only to create a towel he can wipe them both off on before letting it disappear. Then he cuddles up to Emet-Selch and closes his eyes, exhausted.
He does press a few chaste kisses to his partner's neck and shoulder while he's there, loving gestures. His hand finds Hades' and entwines their fingers, and he sighs, happy.
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Still, it's only once Hythlodaeus slides in against him once more that he finally speaks.
"I missed you."
I love you, he means, the words soft and quiet; gentle in the wake of their mutual satisfaction.