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.]
[Hythlodaeus doesn't need to ask twice, as the smaller pair of Emet-Selch's hands move to do exactly that, claws pricking gently against Hythlodaeus' skin.
A moment later, he does indeed begin to move. Slowly, at the moment, so as to make sure that Hythlodaeus is ready for the feeling of it - and so that he can get used to the feeling of his own aether moving withing Hythlodaeus - but there's no denying the way that Emet-Selch is very much enjoying it. And not just the sheer intimacy of the moment but the fact that he can see how much it's effecting Hythlodaeus in turn. Though judging by the soft groan he offers with even that gentle movement the pace he's setting is not likely to remain slow for long.]
[Even this slow pace is enough to have Hythlodaeus arching his back slightly and gasping, fingers roaming over his length to tease but nothing more. Hades is big in this form and his unusually-shaped cock hits all the right places without much effort required. He lifts himself to move alongside Hades for as long as he can, toes curling as he steadies his breathing.]
Faster...
[He's getting pushy, he knows it. He wants more, though. Whether Emet-Selch complies or not is up to him, but Hythlodaeus squeezes around him and bounces a little more insistently upon his length anyway. Wanting to drive Hades to the point of need.]
[It's not a pushiness Hades minds. How could he, when he has pledged himself to Hythlodaeus; loved him since time immemorial. How can he, with that gasp still echoing in the space between them? When he can Hythlodaeus squeezing around him, and cannot resist the sound of very distinct need that spills past his lips in return.]
You will be the death of me...
[It's not a complaint. Not given the softness in his voice even despite the way his claws clench tighter against Hythlodaeus' sides. He doesn't mean to cause significant injury, even now, but he cannot resist his own growing need either. It's only the briefest of moments later that he does indeed speed up, his head coming to rest briefly, but gently, against Hythlodaeus' forehead, ever mindful of the crown that still sits atop his head.]
[The sharp pinpricks of pain at his sides only drive him to move faster. He can't say he's one for significant pain in bed, but this? This is wonderful.]
I would not be far behind...
[After all, he's feeling just as overwhelmed. He cups Hades' cheeks with his hands and only pulls away to adjust his position slightly, at which point he moans- the new angle is perfect, and he rests his hands over the claws at his sides in an attempt to try to ground himself. His breath trembles, but the whole time he's looking at Emet-Selch as if he were his world- which he very clearly is.]
[Even before Hythlodaeus' hands come to rest over his own, that moan has Emet-Selch all but shuddering. He cannot, entirely, tell how things have changed, lost as he nearly is in the sheer feeling of this moment but he can tell that they have. And that is more than enough to spur him forward.
Still, he gives Hythlodaeus a breath of space to ground himself and then he is pressing forward again at that new angle. If it worked to draw a moan from Hythlodaeus the once, he will take that to be a good sign, and he finds that even he cannot hold to patience all that much longer, as his thrusts continue at the same increased speed as before, all four of his eyes half sliding shut as he lets himself get lost in the feeling.
Still, he has not noticed the way Hythlodaeus is looking at him, and though all four of his hands are otherwise occupied he is not without options. There's still a brief moment, but then aether itself comes to brush against Hythlodaeus' cheek. A hand, by the feel of it, wrought of aether itself.]
[The hand at his cheek makes him smile, eyes closing and head tilting backwards a little as he grows ever closer to finishing. He has to move one hand from Hades' in order to feverishly stroke at himself again, but the other merely tightens around Hades' fingers.
Gasping his lover's name, he begins to move more erratically, a sign that he's close. Finally he spills onto his fingers with a shuddering moan, blunt nails digging into Emet-Selch's hand as he does.
He doesn't speak for now, simply works to make sure his love reaches his climax too.]
[Between that shuddering moan and the feeling of Hythlodaeus coming around him - a feeling that is only amplified by the fact his current form is as much aether as anything - it's not long at all before Hades reaches his own climax.
There's another couple of increasingly ragged thrusts... and then one final thrust as he too reaches that final peak, nails clenching deeper as he comes with a moan that trails off into a sigh. And save, perhaps, for the feeling in the moment it would seem that this form spills in much the same manner as his own. If perhaps touched with a little more of his aether.
Hades, however, is not so much as considering this, as he goes half-limp in the wake of his climax... though he does not, yet, loosen his hold on his transformation.]
[Hythlodaeus only bothers to lift himself off his lover once he's relaxed for a moment, at which point he leans back into Hades' larger arms and sighs.]
Mm... I hope it was as wonderful for you as it was for me.
[He wonders what sex is like to a transformed Ancient. Well, he can ask Emet-Selch any time, now. He shifts to lie beside Emet-Selch after a moment, giving him space to let his transformation dissipate should he choose. He idly rubs his fingers over the slightly bloody marks in his sides, but chooses not to heal them. He likes them there.]
[Even altered as it is, the truth of his words rings clear in his voice, and the smile on his face. He's still not entirely certain he'd have words to do it justice, but he will deal with that if and when Hythlodaeus asks.
It's only once Hythlodaeus is lying beside him, that Emet-Selch lets his transformation dissipate, returning once more to his normal self. And if he says nothing further in the moment, surely that is understandable.]
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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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A moment later, he does indeed begin to move. Slowly, at the moment, so as to make sure that Hythlodaeus is ready for the feeling of it - and so that he can get used to the feeling of his own aether moving withing Hythlodaeus - but there's no denying the way that Emet-Selch is very much enjoying it. And not just the sheer intimacy of the moment but the fact that he can see how much it's effecting Hythlodaeus in turn. Though judging by the soft groan he offers with even that gentle movement the pace he's setting is not likely to remain slow for long.]
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Faster...
[He's getting pushy, he knows it. He wants more, though. Whether Emet-Selch complies or not is up to him, but Hythlodaeus squeezes around him and bounces a little more insistently upon his length anyway. Wanting to drive Hades to the point of need.]
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You will be the death of me...
[It's not a complaint. Not given the softness in his voice even despite the way his claws clench tighter against Hythlodaeus' sides. He doesn't mean to cause significant injury, even now, but he cannot resist his own growing need either. It's only the briefest of moments later that he does indeed speed up, his head coming to rest briefly, but gently, against Hythlodaeus' forehead, ever mindful of the crown that still sits atop his head.]
One I go to gladly.
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I would not be far behind...
[After all, he's feeling just as overwhelmed. He cups Hades' cheeks with his hands and only pulls away to adjust his position slightly, at which point he moans- the new angle is perfect, and he rests his hands over the claws at his sides in an attempt to try to ground himself. His breath trembles, but the whole time he's looking at Emet-Selch as if he were his world- which he very clearly is.]
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Still, he gives Hythlodaeus a breath of space to ground himself and then he is pressing forward again at that new angle. If it worked to draw a moan from Hythlodaeus the once, he will take that to be a good sign, and he finds that even he cannot hold to patience all that much longer, as his thrusts continue at the same increased speed as before, all four of his eyes half sliding shut as he lets himself get lost in the feeling.
Still, he has not noticed the way Hythlodaeus is looking at him, and though all four of his hands are otherwise occupied he is not without options. There's still a brief moment, but then aether itself comes to brush against Hythlodaeus' cheek. A hand, by the feel of it, wrought of aether itself.]
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Gasping his lover's name, he begins to move more erratically, a sign that he's close. Finally he spills onto his fingers with a shuddering moan, blunt nails digging into Emet-Selch's hand as he does.
He doesn't speak for now, simply works to make sure his love reaches his climax too.]
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There's another couple of increasingly ragged thrusts... and then one final thrust as he too reaches that final peak, nails clenching deeper as he comes with a moan that trails off into a sigh. And save, perhaps, for the feeling in the moment it would seem that this form spills in much the same manner as his own. If perhaps touched with a little more of his aether.
Hades, however, is not so much as considering this, as he goes half-limp in the wake of his climax... though he does not, yet, loosen his hold on his transformation.]
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Mm... I hope it was as wonderful for you as it was for me.
[He wonders what sex is like to a transformed Ancient. Well, he can ask Emet-Selch any time, now. He shifts to lie beside Emet-Selch after a moment, giving him space to let his transformation dissipate should he choose. He idly rubs his fingers over the slightly bloody marks in his sides, but chooses not to heal them. He likes them there.]
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[Even altered as it is, the truth of his words rings clear in his voice, and the smile on his face. He's still not entirely certain he'd have words to do it justice, but he will deal with that if and when Hythlodaeus asks.
It's only once Hythlodaeus is lying beside him, that Emet-Selch lets his transformation dissipate, returning once more to his normal self. And if he says nothing further in the moment, surely that is understandable.]