[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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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.]