[Hythlodaeus chuckles, arms wrapping around Emet-Selch and squeezing him tightly.]
Oh, simply recalling how you saved my life... and the manner in which you did it.
[Yes, now that he's no longer on the heels of that nightmare the faemoose put him through, he can focus on what matters: how attractive it was to see Emet-Selch fully transformed once more.]
[There's a blink, as Hades drags himself properly awake. One that is spurred on both by the feeling of Hythlodaeus wrapping his arms around him and the words that follow.]
I meant what I said. You have but to ask.
[He suspects he will be asked to, in short order. But he can wait at least until Hythlodaes does.]
[It is, after all, merely a matter of aether in the end. And he's never had any shortage of control over that.]
Though I will yet require some space to transform.
[Which is not to say that he isn't already starting to draw aether to himself in readiness. But even adjusting his size, he will still require some space. Enough so that after a brief moment he makes to sit up. Though there will no doubt be room enough to adjust his position after he has finished he will yet need space for his second set of arms.]
[There's a smile, and a soft - if fond - shake of his head at that, but otherwise, Hades turns his focus instead to his transformation - and keeping it appropriately sized for the space they have. It's no less impressive, of course (in fact, it may nearly be more so, for the focus he is no doubt having to put into it, and the care with how he pulls on just enough aether to not grow too large), but even so it is nowhere near how it is when he has the space to truly let himself loose.
When the swirl of aether fades away he is only just taller than he normally is. True, there's a bit of awkward shifting as he figures out where to put the larger of his pairs of arms, but other than that he at least isn't taking up much more room on the bed than he had previously.]
I trust this meets with your approval?
[Even despite his smaller size, his voice fairly echoes with the same power as it ever has, like this.]
[Given that it is naught more than aether made manifest he has no doubts that this form will indeed serve the purpose at hand. But neither can he say how he utilizes it, when he is just as much figuring things out as Hythlodaeus is.
Still, there is no time like the present, and when Hades reaches out it's with one of his smaller arms. If only because that's what seems most reasonable to him, grey-tinged fingers coming to rest gently against Hythlodaeus' cheek even despite the way his nails seem almost more like claws in this form.]
Though should I remain masked as I am, some matters will prove difficult.
[Not insurmountably so, and he's already reaching up as if to remove his mask, though he does so with one of his larger arms instead of his spare smaller one.]
[He watches as Hades removes his mask, reaching up to take it and gently place it on the nightstand. Then he moves closer, bringing a hand up to touch the clawed one at his cheek. He's excited for this, made obvious by the flush to his cheeks and the way his eyes wander over Hades' form.]
What would you have me do?
[He's still in his trousers, but those shouldn't prove difficult to remove when the time comes.]
[The flush in his cheeks and the way Hythlodaeus has never once flinched away from the truth of his transformation is more than comfort enough, and though the glow of his eyes (all four of them, now) makes it harder to read any expression there, the smile on his face is still the same as ever, despite the ashen cast to his skin.
Still, one of those larger pairs of arms comes to rest at Hythlodaeus' back, the great curved claws resting just as delicately as the claws against Hythlodaeus' cheek. The other larger arm comes to rest on the bed, offering Emet-Selch some measure of stability while his second smaller hand comes to rest on Hythlodaeus' shoulder as Hades leans into claim Hythlodaeus' mouth with a kiss.
He will, eventually, move beyond that. But for now, the fact that Hythlodaeus trusts him enough to let him explore as he will with this form is more than worth that gentle thanks - to say nothing of the fact that he is always happy to kiss Hythlodaeus.]
[Hythlodaeus is all too eager to kiss back, closing his eyes and reaching up to rub his thumb over Hades' cheek. He hums when they pull away from one another, his free hand running along Hades' body, curious as to how it would feel for the other man like this.]
Oh, but you are a captivating sight.
[He wants no more than to be one with such a beautiful being, especially knowing that it's his beloved. He's a little lost on the logistics of it, but he's sure Emet-Selch will figure it out. He knows what he's capable of in his own transformed state, he's sure.]
[It's different, perhaps, to how he would feel that touch were he his normal self. But he can feel it all the same, as if Hythlodaeus' fingers are brushing against his very aether, and there's a soft murmur of appreciation at that simple touch.]
You see me as I am. As you always have.
[And it means more than he can say, though the faint blush dusting those ashen cheeks might well say enough, as the hand that had been resting against Hythlodaeus' curls down towards his hip, while the large hand shifts slightly against his back, as if Hades is considering something.]
Even as I am now, it would be simple to lift you. To hold you such that you rest wholly in my arms.
[And if Hythlodaeus has no objections he might very well try.]
[Hythlodaeus sighs pleasantly, leaning into the touch.]
Hold me... I would love nothing more.
[As he speaks he leans in once more for a kiss, his hand sliding down Hades' front before he finds the button of his own trousers, popping them open easily. His clothing is serving no purpose here, not now.]
Give me but a moment to disrobe...
[He slides out of his clothes and tosses them aside, before pressing in close. Now Hades can do as he pleases with him.]
[Hades waits patiently, as Hythlodaeus disrobes, moving only once he stands fully bare. He's careful, too, as he slides the fingers of one of his larger hands under Hythlodaeus' legs, before lifting up even as that hand's pair comes to rest again Hythlodaeus' back to stabilize him. And from there, the actual lifting is simple, those great hands lifting Hythlodaeus until he is indeed cradled gently in that pair of arms, one hand resting against his back, while the bulk of his weight rests on the other forearm.
There's a smile, too, once Hythlodaeus is settled, soft and gentle.]
Touch me. I would feel your aether against mine.
[Besides, for all that his transformation is in many ways merely an extension of his own body, he cannot entirely say how it will feel to be touched in more intimate ways. And what better time to explore than now?]
[Hythlodaeus nods, smiling in turn, as his hands wander down over Emet-Selch's chest. He feels over every ridge adorning his mask, then lower, leaning in for a kiss as his fingers tug at the robes in between himself and Hades' skin. He murmurs a soft sound of approval as he finds what he's looking for, hand first brushing over Hades' hip before his fingers curl around him, stroking slowly, in no hurry to rush the process. He simply enjoys the closeness, and wonders how it feels for Emet-Selch.]
How is it?
[He can't transform, so he'll never know aside from asking!]
[Heavy though they may look from the outside, the robes part easily under Hythlodaeus' fingers. A gentle shifting, and one that is perhaps not entirely under Emet-Selch's control given that he leans into the kiss more than gladly while Hythlodaeus makes his gentle explorations.
It's only once Hythlodaes finds what he's seeking that Emet-Selch pulls away from the kiss with a gentle sigh of his own. Though he is far from a stranger to intimacy with Hythlodaeus, this is new. The first time anyone has sought out such things while he was transformed. The first time he has been so much as willing to offer this to anyone. It's clear, too, from just touch alone that though the general shape of him is much the same, that even this has transformed; lined with ridges and bumps that are lacking in his normal shape.]
Wonderful beyond words.
[And even transformed as it is, that same feeling is echoed on his face. In the curve of his mouth, if not his eyes, glowing as they still are.]
Ever have I known your aether. But I would not have dared to dream I might feel it so closely.
[And though Hythlodaeus might never be able to feel what he's feeling in quite the same way, he can but hope that what he is yet able to offer to Hythlodaeus will suffice.
Still, he is more than content to take matters slowly. The arms holding Hythlodaeus aloft are in no danger of giving out, after all, and once Emet-Selch has finished speaking he leans back in for another kiss. One that - he hopes - will speak to some of what he is feeling, even as his smaller pair of arms reach out to cradle Hythlodaeus more gently, before they begin to make their slow way down Hythlodaeus' body in turn. It's a touch that feels almost reverent, with only the occasional brush of the tips of his claws to suggest that it's anything less than his normal pair of hands that are exploring Hythlodaeus' body and seeking out the places Hades knows he likes to have attention paid to.]
[His eyes flutter closed as Hades touches him, intimate even without touching his cock yet. The claws brushing over his skin occasionally make him shiver, and he rewards Hades' efforts by exploring his new shape with his own fingers in earnest. He sighs into the kiss and leans in closer, his free hand brushing over his lover's cheek as he gently strokes and fondles.
To say he can't wait to feel it inside of him would be an understatement. He's eager, breath already catching just from having his partner's hands on him, spurred on when he switches his sight and beholds naught but the blinding beauty of Emet-Selch's aether. Breathing in to steady himself, Hythlodaeus pulls back from the kiss for now, pressing his body into Hades' hands.]
The brilliance of your aether still astounds me...
[He has always been awed by the sight of Emet-Selch's transformation, but never has he had the opportunity to explore it like this.]
[Exploratory though they are, Hythlodaeus' careful explorations of his new shape draw soft noises of enjoyment from Hades. Ones that are matched by the fact that he does indeed begin to draw nearer to full arousal. He is, perhaps, not in a hurry to rush to the conclusion of this moment but even so, there is no hiding the effect Hythlodaeus is already having on him.]
It is yours to behold.
[Be it while he is transformed or otherwise, and should Hythlodaeus wish to repeat this exploration at some point later he is certainly not unwilling. But that is a discussion for later. For now, those exploring hands simply continue their steady pace, working their way down Hythlodaeus' body bit by bit.]
And to know, besides.
[Though knowing the whole of it can wait until Hythlodaeus feels ready.]
[He doesn't make to hurry Emet-Selch, even if he is feeling impatient by now. The wait makes it all the sweeter, and he leans back in to press another soft kiss to his lover's lips.]
I would know every bit of it.
[Truly, he must be the luckiest man in the world. To have the chance to know Emet-Selch so intimately... to be able to behold his soul so closely and feel his aether pulsing through his body. Never has he been more glad for his gift of soulsight.]
He has trusted Hythlodaeus with all of himself, and found nothing but love in return. How could he not continue to offer all of himself, if that should be Hythlodaeus' desire?
Still, he offers nothing else but a sigh into that kiss, and it's only when the kiss breaks that he finally speaks again.]
Prepare yourself for me?
[Normally, he'd be willing to do it himself. But all four of his hands are more than a little occupied, at the moment.]
[He takes his time preparing himself, if only because Hades' current form is a little larger than usual. Differently shaped, too. When he's done he smiles and wriggles impatiently in Hades' arms.]
I'm ready.
[He reaches down to stroke his lover again, wanting to rile him up somewhat.]
[For all that Hades is more than willing to be patient while Hythlodaeus takes the time he needs, neither are his hands idle. He's careful to make sure that he doesn't interfere with Hythlodaeus' preparations, of course, but those clawed hands continue to gently trace delicate patterns over Hythlodaeus' chest. Nor does his gaze waver, watching even as Hythlodaeus' prepares himself.
Something that appears to very much have had an effect, given the shuddering sigh Hades offers at even that simple stroke.]
A moment.
[The arms holding Hythlodaeus shift, then. A careful thing, so as to not risk dropping him, but one that does indeed bring him properly in line with Hades' length before loosening their hold enough that Hythlodaeus can take Hades in his own time, should he wish.
For now, Hades still has patience enough, for all that it's clear that he very much wants.]
[Hythlodaeus wastes no time in beginning to sink onto him, stopping now and then only to adjust to the feel of him inside him. He's flushed, cheeks pink as he takes him in further, eyes sliding closed and a breathy moan escaping him the lower down he gets. Finally he's taken as much as he can take, breath shallow as he squeezes around his lover's cock.]
How does it feel...?
[He lifts himself slightly, lowers again to test the waters.]
Even having felt Hythlodaeus' touch already, the feeling of Hythlodaeus sinking on to his transformed length very nearly takes Hades' breath away. Sensitive as his aether already is, this is all the more so, and he cannot help the moan that escapes him in turn.
Nor is Hythlodaeus the only flushed by the time Hythlodaeus has fully seated himself, difficult though the ashen tone of Hades' skin might make it be to tell. Though the way all four of his eyes are half shut even as he makes to speak no doubt says enough on his own, given the expression on the rest of his face.]
Beyond exquisite.
[There's another soft moan at that slight shift too; both for the feeling of it and the intimacy besides, and though he knows Hythlodaeus is not likely to be able to feel it as well, he knows that his very aether is likely lit up in shades of desire and want.]
[He wants nothing more than to start moving immediately but he lets himself adjust further before he shifts again, hands resting on Hades' stomach as he breathes out another sigh.]
Hold me.
[He wants to feel Hades buck into him, wants to feel his claws in his skin as he moves. His own cock throbs with needs and he reaches down to toy with himself, but his eyes are entirely on Emet-Selch.]
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Oh, simply recalling how you saved my life... and the manner in which you did it.
[Yes, now that he's no longer on the heels of that nightmare the faemoose put him through, he can focus on what matters: how attractive it was to see Emet-Selch fully transformed once more.]
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I meant what I said. You have but to ask.
[He suspects he will be asked to, in short order. But he can wait at least until Hythlodaes does.]
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The room is a little small, but I'm sure you can adjust the size of your form, yes?
[Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to Hades' lips.]
We wouldn't want to break anything when you transform, after all. Least of all myself.
[He's not sure his body could handle Hades in his full glory, sadly.]
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[It is, after all, merely a matter of aether in the end. And he's never had any shortage of control over that.]
Though I will yet require some space to transform.
[Which is not to say that he isn't already starting to draw aether to himself in readiness. But even adjusting his size, he will still require some space. Enough so that after a brief moment he makes to sit up. Though there will no doubt be room enough to adjust his position after he has finished he will yet need space for his second set of arms.]
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[He moves back to allow Hades space, feeling a flutter of excitement as he sees the man beginning to draw in aether for his transformation.]
Oh, but I love watching this...
[And now he can look on without having to hide that he is, undeniably, turned on by it.]
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When the swirl of aether fades away he is only just taller than he normally is. True, there's a bit of awkward shifting as he figures out where to put the larger of his pairs of arms, but other than that he at least isn't taking up much more room on the bed than he had previously.]
I trust this meets with your approval?
[Even despite his smaller size, his voice fairly echoes with the same power as it ever has, like this.]
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[He edges closer, running his hands along the larger arms before shifting to kiss at the mask adorning Hades' chest- a tender gesture.]
But I am indeed eager to see how you utilise this form in bed...
[His gaze turns somewhat hungry, now that he can finally do as he pleases with Emet-Selch's transformed state.]
Show me.
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[Given that it is naught more than aether made manifest he has no doubts that this form will indeed serve the purpose at hand. But neither can he say how he utilizes it, when he is just as much figuring things out as Hythlodaeus is.
Still, there is no time like the present, and when Hades reaches out it's with one of his smaller arms. If only because that's what seems most reasonable to him, grey-tinged fingers coming to rest gently against Hythlodaeus' cheek even despite the way his nails seem almost more like claws in this form.]
Though should I remain masked as I am, some matters will prove difficult.
[Not insurmountably so, and he's already reaching up as if to remove his mask, though he does so with one of his larger arms instead of his spare smaller one.]
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Indeed.
[He watches as Hades removes his mask, reaching up to take it and gently place it on the nightstand. Then he moves closer, bringing a hand up to touch the clawed one at his cheek. He's excited for this, made obvious by the flush to his cheeks and the way his eyes wander over Hades' form.]
What would you have me do?
[He's still in his trousers, but those shouldn't prove difficult to remove when the time comes.]
I am yours, however you see fit.
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[The flush in his cheeks and the way Hythlodaeus has never once flinched away from the truth of his transformation is more than comfort enough, and though the glow of his eyes (all four of them, now) makes it harder to read any expression there, the smile on his face is still the same as ever, despite the ashen cast to his skin.
Still, one of those larger pairs of arms comes to rest at Hythlodaeus' back, the great curved claws resting just as delicately as the claws against Hythlodaeus' cheek. The other larger arm comes to rest on the bed, offering Emet-Selch some measure of stability while his second smaller hand comes to rest on Hythlodaeus' shoulder as Hades leans into claim Hythlodaeus' mouth with a kiss.
He will, eventually, move beyond that. But for now, the fact that Hythlodaeus trusts him enough to let him explore as he will with this form is more than worth that gentle thanks - to say nothing of the fact that he is always happy to kiss Hythlodaeus.]
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Oh, but you are a captivating sight.
[He wants no more than to be one with such a beautiful being, especially knowing that it's his beloved. He's a little lost on the logistics of it, but he's sure Emet-Selch will figure it out. He knows what he's capable of in his own transformed state, he's sure.]
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You see me as I am. As you always have.
[And it means more than he can say, though the faint blush dusting those ashen cheeks might well say enough, as the hand that had been resting against Hythlodaeus' curls down towards his hip, while the large hand shifts slightly against his back, as if Hades is considering something.]
Even as I am now, it would be simple to lift you. To hold you such that you rest wholly in my arms.
[And if Hythlodaeus has no objections he might very well try.]
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Hold me... I would love nothing more.
[As he speaks he leans in once more for a kiss, his hand sliding down Hades' front before he finds the button of his own trousers, popping them open easily. His clothing is serving no purpose here, not now.]
Give me but a moment to disrobe...
[He slides out of his clothes and tosses them aside, before pressing in close. Now Hades can do as he pleases with him.]
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There's a smile, too, once Hythlodaeus is settled, soft and gentle.]
Touch me. I would feel your aether against mine.
[Besides, for all that his transformation is in many ways merely an extension of his own body, he cannot entirely say how it will feel to be touched in more intimate ways. And what better time to explore than now?]
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How is it?
[He can't transform, so he'll never know aside from asking!]
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It's only once Hythlodaes finds what he's seeking that Emet-Selch pulls away from the kiss with a gentle sigh of his own. Though he is far from a stranger to intimacy with Hythlodaeus, this is new. The first time anyone has sought out such things while he was transformed. The first time he has been so much as willing to offer this to anyone. It's clear, too, from just touch alone that though the general shape of him is much the same, that even this has transformed; lined with ridges and bumps that are lacking in his normal shape.]
Wonderful beyond words.
[And even transformed as it is, that same feeling is echoed on his face. In the curve of his mouth, if not his eyes, glowing as they still are.]
Ever have I known your aether. But I would not have dared to dream I might feel it so closely.
[And though Hythlodaeus might never be able to feel what he's feeling in quite the same way, he can but hope that what he is yet able to offer to Hythlodaeus will suffice.
Still, he is more than content to take matters slowly. The arms holding Hythlodaeus aloft are in no danger of giving out, after all, and once Emet-Selch has finished speaking he leans back in for another kiss. One that - he hopes - will speak to some of what he is feeling, even as his smaller pair of arms reach out to cradle Hythlodaeus more gently, before they begin to make their slow way down Hythlodaeus' body in turn. It's a touch that feels almost reverent, with only the occasional brush of the tips of his claws to suggest that it's anything less than his normal pair of hands that are exploring Hythlodaeus' body and seeking out the places Hades knows he likes to have attention paid to.]
ITS BEEN 84 YEARS IM SORRY
To say he can't wait to feel it inside of him would be an understatement. He's eager, breath already catching just from having his partner's hands on him, spurred on when he switches his sight and beholds naught but the blinding beauty of Emet-Selch's aether. Breathing in to steady himself, Hythlodaeus pulls back from the kiss for now, pressing his body into Hades' hands.]
The brilliance of your aether still astounds me...
[He has always been awed by the sight of Emet-Selch's transformation, but never has he had the opportunity to explore it like this.]
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It is yours to behold.
[Be it while he is transformed or otherwise, and should Hythlodaeus wish to repeat this exploration at some point later he is certainly not unwilling. But that is a discussion for later. For now, those exploring hands simply continue their steady pace, working their way down Hythlodaeus' body bit by bit.]
And to know, besides.
[Though knowing the whole of it can wait until Hythlodaeus feels ready.]
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[He doesn't make to hurry Emet-Selch, even if he is feeling impatient by now. The wait makes it all the sweeter, and he leans back in to press another soft kiss to his lover's lips.]
I would know every bit of it.
[Truly, he must be the luckiest man in the world. To have the chance to know Emet-Selch so intimately... to be able to behold his soul so closely and feel his aether pulsing through his body. Never has he been more glad for his gift of soulsight.]
Again and again, if I have the opportunity.
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He has trusted Hythlodaeus with all of himself, and found nothing but love in return. How could he not continue to offer all of himself, if that should be Hythlodaeus' desire?
Still, he offers nothing else but a sigh into that kiss, and it's only when the kiss breaks that he finally speaks again.]
Prepare yourself for me?
[Normally, he'd be willing to do it himself. But all four of his hands are more than a little occupied, at the moment.]
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[He takes his time preparing himself, if only because Hades' current form is a little larger than usual. Differently shaped, too. When he's done he smiles and wriggles impatiently in Hades' arms.]
I'm ready.
[He reaches down to stroke his lover again, wanting to rile him up somewhat.]
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Something that appears to very much have had an effect, given the shuddering sigh Hades offers at even that simple stroke.]
A moment.
[The arms holding Hythlodaeus shift, then. A careful thing, so as to not risk dropping him, but one that does indeed bring him properly in line with Hades' length before loosening their hold enough that Hythlodaeus can take Hades in his own time, should he wish.
For now, Hades still has patience enough, for all that it's clear that he very much wants.]
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How does it feel...?
[He lifts himself slightly, lowers again to test the waters.]
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Nor is Hythlodaeus the only flushed by the time Hythlodaeus has fully seated himself, difficult though the ashen tone of Hades' skin might make it be to tell. Though the way all four of his eyes are half shut even as he makes to speak no doubt says enough on his own, given the expression on the rest of his face.]
Beyond exquisite.
[There's another soft moan at that slight shift too; both for the feeling of it and the intimacy besides, and though he knows Hythlodaeus is not likely to be able to feel it as well, he knows that his very aether is likely lit up in shades of desire and want.]
What of you? Is it to your liking?
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[He wants nothing more than to start moving immediately but he lets himself adjust further before he shifts again, hands resting on Hades' stomach as he breathes out another sigh.]
Hold me.
[He wants to feel Hades buck into him, wants to feel his claws in his skin as he moves. His own cock throbs with needs and he reaches down to toy with himself, but his eyes are entirely on Emet-Selch.]
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