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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"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.