[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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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.]