[Though Hades does take note of where Hythlodaeus is now sitting, it's little more than an idle thing. He would hardly have brought the topic up if he hadn't intended for them to be testing it out in short order. Even if there is yet the matter of mentioning what he had in mind.]
There are means by which a pair of individuals can share their souls. To know each other's thoughts and feelings, as if they were their own.
[It is not a simple spell, not if they mean to maintain their own forms throughout. But it's one Hades knows well enough, given how frequently he was forced to turn to something similar, over the long millennia of his life. It will just need some modification, and that he should be able to manage.]
[Hythlodaeus seems surprised at the suggestion, at first. To join souls... to know Hades in his entirety? His heart skips a beat before he leans in, smiling wide.]
You would share such a precious thing with me?
[He would do the same for Hades without question. He has nothing to hide from his dearest friend, his love, his husband.]
By all means... I would love to share myself with you in such a way.
[He should, perhaps, have thought of it sooner, to be honest. Yet for all that there is nothing he wishes to hide from Hythlodaeus, he has spent far more time using the same skills to lay claim to mortal hosts. That he might instead be able to use it for something much more benign has only recently occurred to him.]
Would you rather wait until after I have transformed, or do so now?
[Hades has no direct preference himself, for all he knows that doing it now might also give Hythlodaeus some small insight into what it might be like to transform. And if that is something Hythlodaeus should wish for, then he is glad to offer it.]
I think perhaps waiting until afterwards would be best... who knows how I may take the feeling of transforming?
[He can perhaps feel that another time, when they don't intend to be intimate. It's true that he has a small amount of experience now with transforming into his shark form, but that's a completely different situation, he thinks. Shifting off Hades' lap, he gives him space to transform- in the meantime, he'll watch eagerly.]
[There will be time to explore further with sharing the whole of their respective beings at other times. For now, it will be enough to share this with Hythlodaeus.
As before, it takes very nearly no time before he stands (sits, rather) fully transformed. A moment later, he offers one of his smaller pair of hands to Hythlodaeus.]
[Taking the hand, Hythlodaeus nods and sits himself back on the bed, wanting to be comfortable for what may or may not be a jarring first experience- but he trusts Emet-Selch, and wants to know how it feels. If he doesn't like it, he can say so... or rather, he's sure Emet-Selch will feel as much. There will be no hiding it, but that doesn't scare him. He's never wanted to hide anything from Emet-Selch anyway.]
[Had he the desire, Emet-Selch could have made a grand ceremony of it. But neither does it feel right, in this moment. This is something quiet and private - he does not need grandiose ceremony to mark the moment, as he suspects someone like Lahabrea might have favored. Instead, he waits patiently until Hythlodaeus takes his hand and then there is the feeling of swirling aether. A gentle touch, winding its way up Hythlodaeus' wrist until it comes to - and then into - his chest, sinking gently into all that Hythlodaeus is.
And as it settles Hythlodaeus will find that he can indeed feel Hades' very feelings. The joy at being able to share this moment comes first and a wave of relief that it has worked. But underneath that Hythlodaeus will find the well of Hades' love. Gentle, but unending, a softness that stands ready to cradle him throughout the newness of this experience.]
[The love he feels is comforting, and he returns it in kind, a smile on his face. He's a little nervous, personally, but it's hard to be too anxious about a new experience when it is with the man he loves the most.
Squeezing the hand, he climbs back over Hades' waist and leans in, linking their fingers together. He yearns to be closer physically, to compliment how close they are otherwise. He brings Hades' hand to his lips, kisses his knuckles, and rests his cheek against his fingers. He adores him- that much is plain even without the fact that they are joined as they are.]
[Connected as they are, Hades can feel that nervousness. And if Hythlodaeus should wish to take matters slow while he adjusts to the feeling of knowing someone's very thoughts, that is something Hades is more than willing to do.
For now, however, he simply lets Hythlodaeus move as he will, and there's a soft smile in answer to the gentle kiss and a wave of appreciation besides. Still, for all that the hand of his transformation is just as much aether as anything else there's not yet any particular unusual feeling that comes through the bond. He feels his hands as he would anything else, and a moment later his other hand comes up to twine into Hythlodaeus' hair, soft and gentle.]
[He appreciates the slow movement, the way Hades waits for him to be absolutely sure he wants to continue first. Eventually he runs his fingers down Emet-Selch's chest though, one-handed since he's still holding Hades' other hand, and idly wiggles a little on his lap to see how it feels for him.
The motion is playful, but no less loving. Though he's nervous, the feeling is gradually making way for curiosity. He wants to know what Emet-Selch likes the most in terms of movement. Maybe he can better please his lover this way.]
[Given that Hades has rarely been quiet about his enjoyment - at least in moment's like these - there's a soft murmur of appreciation at the feeling of Hythlodaeus' fingers running down his chest. One that is echoed by what is less a feeling of stirring arousal but a gentle warmth. A comfort, almost, and one that he knows full well will lead to other things besides, the acknowledgement of that potential hanging warm and comfortable in the back of his mind.
And then Hythlodaeus is wiggling in his lap and though there's nothing that falls from Hades' lips there is a sudden and immediate feeling of warmth-pleasure-enjoyment. Something made all the more intimate for the fact that it is there that his aether lies thickest and the echo of that comes through too - a feeling that is not physical, but that is only ever possible in moment of such intimacy, where he has let Hythlodaeus know the whole of him, aether and all. One that is enjoyable for the trust of it.]
[He makes no sound in return, except for a silent sigh. He rocks his hips down, enjoying the feel of both his own pleasure and Hades'. When he does speak it's breathy, his eyes lidded.]
To know you so intimately...
[Slowly, he begins to disrobe. His robe is tossed over to the side carelessly, his podea soon undone and hanging loose around his hips.]
I would have nothing between us.
[He has to move to undress entirely, but it's with a graceful movement that he ends up back in Hades' lap, where he belongs.]
[The first to feel as he is feeling, and though he is still more than willing to to be patient there is still a faint undertone of appreciation as he watches Hythloadaeus undress. Not for nothing has he ever found an appeal in watching, after all. Even if it's not something he has made much effort to speak of, either.
Still, for all that he had enjoyed the feeling of Hythlodaeus sitting on his lap while fully clothed, it is still a far different thing to have Hythlodaeus bare in his lap. To have his aether brushing up against Hythlodaeus' very flesh and the aether it bears and there's a part of him that all but hums with that contact, feelings alight in ways he's not certain he could describe if he tried but are far more than the simple pleasure of skin against skin.
Nor is he entirely silent; a pleased sigh escaping him at the feeling and the intimacy. That which he had both hoped for and wanted to show Hythlodaeus, his aether gently singing at even this simple touch.]
[He is not a possessive or jealous man, but this... he doesn't want Hades to share this particular experience with anybody else. Rocking his hips gently, he hums as he feels idle arousal beginning to bloom- but more than anything he's trying to bring Hades to arousal too. He wants to know that he's enjoying this just as much.
He takes one of his lover's smaller hands and kisses the knuckles, then rests his cheek against it with a smile.]
You are beautiful.
[Like this, and in his regular body. On the inside and the outside. Everything about Hades makes his heart soar.]
[Though he would willingly offer it to Megumi also, if Hythlodaeus wishes to be the only one, then gladly will he grant that wish. There are, after all, other things he can share with the others he loves. This need not be part.
Instead, there's a gentle smile as Hythlodaeus presses a kiss to his knuckles, and a soft bloom of warmth rippling across their connection. One that underscored by a very different sort of warmth as the gently rocking of Hythlodaeus' hips does indeed begin to stir Hades' arousal. It's a slow thing, at the moment. But it's there all the same, warm and low where the aether pools most.]
[He would feel badly if Megumi did want to share this with Hades and couldn't, but... he wants this connection just to be between the two of them. Slowly as his arousal builds he sighs, closing his eyes and focusing on everything that he can feel. His aether mingles with Emet-Selch's and his heart aches with all of the affection he holds for him.
Soon enough he's pushing Hades' robes out of the way, all the better to be as close as possible to him. He curls his fingers around the both of them together and strokes, slow and purposefully.]
Touch me.
[The hand at his cheek he guides to his chest, eyes lidded even as he looks down as Hades. He wants to feel Emet-Selch wanting this as much as Hythlodaeus does.]
[If that is Hythlodaeus' desire than so be it - after all, he has hardly spoken of this to anyone else. And though there are many he holds in his heart, neither is there any shortage of other ways to show it. Though any further consideration along those lines is something he is very much willing to leave aside. After all, the feeling of closeness, the echoing of emotions between them is already more than enough to have made the effort involved worth it. To know, without a doubt, the depth of Hythlodaeus' feelings.
He makes no effort to keep Hythlodaeus from pushing aside his robes, and though the feeling of his own arousal has already been coming through the bond they share there is no denying the beginnings of a physical arousal too. There's a sigh, too, as Hythlodaeus curls his fingers around both of them. One that speaks of - and is echoed by - enjoyment. He wants, very much, and the desire only grows as Hades' hands trace their way down Hythlodaeus' chest, nails skimming feather-light over his skin until Hades' hands come to brush against Hythlodaeus' nipples.
He could - and has, a little - get lost in the sheer feeling that comes with the bond they are sharing. But now that he has been reminded of it, neither does he mean to neglect Hythlodaeus either.]
[Hythlodaeus breathes out a pleased sigh as Hades' fingers brush against his nipples, the pang of arousal echoing between them through the link they share. There's a growing ache between his thighs the more he strokes them, but he takes the time to enjoy it and everything he can feel from Emet-Selch first. It would be easy to get impatient but he, too, is lost in feeling what his lover feels.
He wonders if he even needs to speak his desires at this point. He imagines Hades' larger arms around him, protective and loving, and hopes that it comes through the connection they share.]
[Eventually, Hades imagines, there will come a point where the shared emotions become too much, arousal stoked to a fever pitch with naught but the desire to reach a mutual peak. But such thoughts are dim at best. For now, there's simply a smile at the sound Hythlodaeus makes and a wave of an emotion that is both acknowledgement and enjoyment.
He can feel, too, that growing ache between Hythlodaeus' thighs and that only serves to deepen his own arousal, a feeling that prompts a sigh of Hades' own in return.
So too, does he pick up on the sense of Hythlodaeus' desires, his larger arms curving around Hythlodaeus even as that sigh echoes, a wave of love following as those arm come to rest gently around Hythlodaeus, even as Hades' smaller hands continue their attention to Hythlodaeus' nipples. A moment later, he leans in to catch Hythlodaeus' mouth in a kiss. One that is all but aching with the desire that runs through the bond they're sharing, and deepens with every stroke of Hythlodaeus' hand.]
[The arms come to rest around him and he smiles, content. The kiss stokes his arousal to a point he can no longer resist it- he's soon letting go of them and preparing himself, before breaking the kiss and shifting to take Hades' length within him.
It's a slow process, even with Hythlodaeus' impatience. There's only a little discomfort, however, before he's seated and adjusting to the fullness. His breath comes in short pants, spurred on by the love and the lust he feels from his lover, and then he begins to move. Slow, not wanting to overwhelm either of them.]
[For all the Hades is still more than willing to be patient while Hythlodaeus prepares himself, it is all the more obvious now that he does appreciate this sight too. Both for the acknowledgement of what is to come and for the fact that he has ever enjoyed simply watching. And though it is perhaps a slow simmer of anticipated desire, it nonetheless comes through the bond they share.
By comparison it's very nearly a joy to have Hythlodaeus seating himself on his length. Enough so that even slow as it goes Hades' desire spikes, the feeling of Hythlodaeus warm around him - around the most intimate part of his aether - has his own all but singing. Of need, yes, but joy and love and desire all intertwined with it. He wants and he aches with it and though he understands - appreciates, even - the slowness with which Hythlodaeus moves he can't deny the way impatience tries to creep into the need, though he knows better than to directly acknowledge it. He will give Hythlodaeus the time he needs to adjust to the feeling, ever patient even now despite that whisper of something that is not.
There's no sound from him either. Merely a soft sigh offered into the space in between them as he waits to see how Hythlodaeus will handle all that is rippling through the connection.]
[He feels the impatience, subtle but quite perceptible, and smiles softly as he continues to move slowly. The other feelings, however, do threaten to engulf him. Gasping, he pauses to process it all, before leaning in and moving faster. His own impatience creeps in further, and with all of these thoughts and feelings that are and aren't his own, he's riled up.
To know he's so loved is a huge turn on. He strokes himself as he moves, breath already beginning to tremble between the physical and emotional sensations.]
My Hades...
[His free hand finds his partner's fingers and clings to them, his eyes fixed on Hades' face.]
[Judging by the ever increasing pulses of need and desire that hum through their bond, Hythlodaeus is not the only one to be rapidly near that final peak. Already he aches with the need to see reach that peak - to see them both reach that pick, and knowing that Hythlodaeus is swiftly reaching that same point only spurs him onwards, as his smaller hands come to rest at Hythlodaeus' hips. A steadying grasp, both for himself and Hythlodaeus, even as his hips shift of their own will.]
Forever yours.
[It's offered in agreement. Every bit the comment of how much he loves Hythlodaeus, and though he doesn't pass verbal comment on it, the echoing acknowledgement of mine as I am yours comes through the bond they share.
Beyond that, however, he doesn't speak. Merely lets his love and desire speak for itself as it grows with each movement, echoed by the soft moans he offers into the space between them.]
[Hades doesn't need to follow up with the sentiment, as Hythlodaeus knows full well he belongs to Emet-Selch as much as the opposite is true. He cherishes the feeling all the same- he loves knowing that he belongs to him in turn.
And as he grows closer to his climax the sensations grow more and more intense. He strokes faster, soft breaths turning to pants, and as his thighs begin to tense he moves faster. Until finally he reaches his peak, a sound escaping him as his whole body tightens and then relaxes, spilling himself onto Hades' stomach. He keeps moving as best as he can, of course, but something tells him the overwhelming emotions and sensations will push Hades to his own peak as well.]
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Oh? Of course... I have often wondered how it feels for you.
[Sitting up, he rolls over on top of Emet-Selch in one fluid motion, sitting on his hips and cocking his head to the side.]
What do you have in mind?
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There are means by which a pair of individuals can share their souls. To know each other's thoughts and feelings, as if they were their own.
[It is not a simple spell, not if they mean to maintain their own forms throughout. But it's one Hades knows well enough, given how frequently he was forced to turn to something similar, over the long millennia of his life. It will just need some modification, and that he should be able to manage.]
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You would share such a precious thing with me?
[He would do the same for Hades without question. He has nothing to hide from his dearest friend, his love, his husband.]
By all means... I would love to share myself with you in such a way.
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[He should, perhaps, have thought of it sooner, to be honest. Yet for all that there is nothing he wishes to hide from Hythlodaeus, he has spent far more time using the same skills to lay claim to mortal hosts. That he might instead be able to use it for something much more benign has only recently occurred to him.]
Would you rather wait until after I have transformed, or do so now?
[Hades has no direct preference himself, for all he knows that doing it now might also give Hythlodaeus some small insight into what it might be like to transform. And if that is something Hythlodaeus should wish for, then he is glad to offer it.]
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[He can perhaps feel that another time, when they don't intend to be intimate. It's true that he has a small amount of experience now with transforming into his shark form, but that's a completely different situation, he thinks. Shifting off Hades' lap, he gives him space to transform- in the meantime, he'll watch eagerly.]
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[There will be time to explore further with sharing the whole of their respective beings at other times. For now, it will be enough to share this with Hythlodaeus.
As before, it takes very nearly no time before he stands (sits, rather) fully transformed. A moment later, he offers one of his smaller pair of hands to Hythlodaeus.]
Are you ready?
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I am ready, love.
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[Had he the desire, Emet-Selch could have made a grand ceremony of it. But neither does it feel right, in this moment. This is something quiet and private - he does not need grandiose ceremony to mark the moment, as he suspects someone like Lahabrea might have favored. Instead, he waits patiently until Hythlodaeus takes his hand and then there is the feeling of swirling aether. A gentle touch, winding its way up Hythlodaeus' wrist until it comes to - and then into - his chest, sinking gently into all that Hythlodaeus is.
And as it settles Hythlodaeus will find that he can indeed feel Hades' very feelings. The joy at being able to share this moment comes first and a wave of relief that it has worked. But underneath that Hythlodaeus will find the well of Hades' love. Gentle, but unending, a softness that stands ready to cradle him throughout the newness of this experience.]
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Squeezing the hand, he climbs back over Hades' waist and leans in, linking their fingers together. He yearns to be closer physically, to compliment how close they are otherwise. He brings Hades' hand to his lips, kisses his knuckles, and rests his cheek against his fingers. He adores him- that much is plain even without the fact that they are joined as they are.]
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For now, however, he simply lets Hythlodaeus move as he will, and there's a soft smile in answer to the gentle kiss and a wave of appreciation besides. Still, for all that the hand of his transformation is just as much aether as anything else there's not yet any particular unusual feeling that comes through the bond. He feels his hands as he would anything else, and a moment later his other hand comes up to twine into Hythlodaeus' hair, soft and gentle.]
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The motion is playful, but no less loving. Though he's nervous, the feeling is gradually making way for curiosity. He wants to know what Emet-Selch likes the most in terms of movement. Maybe he can better please his lover this way.]
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And then Hythlodaeus is wiggling in his lap and though there's nothing that falls from Hades' lips there is a sudden and immediate feeling of warmth-pleasure-enjoyment. Something made all the more intimate for the fact that it is there that his aether lies thickest and the echo of that comes through too - a feeling that is not physical, but that is only ever possible in moment of such intimacy, where he has let Hythlodaeus know the whole of him, aether and all. One that is enjoyable for the trust of it.]
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To know you so intimately...
[Slowly, he begins to disrobe. His robe is tossed over to the side carelessly, his podea soon undone and hanging loose around his hips.]
I would have nothing between us.
[He has to move to undress entirely, but it's with a graceful movement that he ends up back in Hades' lap, where he belongs.]
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[The first to feel as he is feeling, and though he is still more than willing to to be patient there is still a faint undertone of appreciation as he watches Hythloadaeus undress. Not for nothing has he ever found an appeal in watching, after all. Even if it's not something he has made much effort to speak of, either.
Still, for all that he had enjoyed the feeling of Hythlodaeus sitting on his lap while fully clothed, it is still a far different thing to have Hythlodaeus bare in his lap. To have his aether brushing up against Hythlodaeus' very flesh and the aether it bears and there's a part of him that all but hums with that contact, feelings alight in ways he's not certain he could describe if he tried but are far more than the simple pleasure of skin against skin.
Nor is he entirely silent; a pleased sigh escaping him at the feeling and the intimacy. That which he had both hoped for and wanted to show Hythlodaeus, his aether gently singing at even this simple touch.]
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[He is not a possessive or jealous man, but this... he doesn't want Hades to share this particular experience with anybody else. Rocking his hips gently, he hums as he feels idle arousal beginning to bloom- but more than anything he's trying to bring Hades to arousal too. He wants to know that he's enjoying this just as much.
He takes one of his lover's smaller hands and kisses the knuckles, then rests his cheek against it with a smile.]
You are beautiful.
[Like this, and in his regular body. On the inside and the outside. Everything about Hades makes his heart soar.]
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[Though he would willingly offer it to Megumi also, if Hythlodaeus wishes to be the only one, then gladly will he grant that wish. There are, after all, other things he can share with the others he loves. This need not be part.
Instead, there's a gentle smile as Hythlodaeus presses a kiss to his knuckles, and a soft bloom of warmth rippling across their connection. One that underscored by a very different sort of warmth as the gently rocking of Hythlodaeus' hips does indeed begin to stir Hades' arousal. It's a slow thing, at the moment. But it's there all the same, warm and low where the aether pools most.]
I am glad to hear you say so.
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[He would feel badly if Megumi did want to share this with Hades and couldn't, but... he wants this connection just to be between the two of them. Slowly as his arousal builds he sighs, closing his eyes and focusing on everything that he can feel. His aether mingles with Emet-Selch's and his heart aches with all of the affection he holds for him.
Soon enough he's pushing Hades' robes out of the way, all the better to be as close as possible to him. He curls his fingers around the both of them together and strokes, slow and purposefully.]
Touch me.
[The hand at his cheek he guides to his chest, eyes lidded even as he looks down as Hades. He wants to feel Emet-Selch wanting this as much as Hythlodaeus does.]
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He makes no effort to keep Hythlodaeus from pushing aside his robes, and though the feeling of his own arousal has already been coming through the bond they share there is no denying the beginnings of a physical arousal too. There's a sigh, too, as Hythlodaeus curls his fingers around both of them. One that speaks of - and is echoed by - enjoyment. He wants, very much, and the desire only grows as Hades' hands trace their way down Hythlodaeus' chest, nails skimming feather-light over his skin until Hades' hands come to brush against Hythlodaeus' nipples.
He could - and has, a little - get lost in the sheer feeling that comes with the bond they are sharing. But now that he has been reminded of it, neither does he mean to neglect Hythlodaeus either.]
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He wonders if he even needs to speak his desires at this point. He imagines Hades' larger arms around him, protective and loving, and hopes that it comes through the connection they share.]
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He can feel, too, that growing ache between Hythlodaeus' thighs and that only serves to deepen his own arousal, a feeling that prompts a sigh of Hades' own in return.
So too, does he pick up on the sense of Hythlodaeus' desires, his larger arms curving around Hythlodaeus even as that sigh echoes, a wave of love following as those arm come to rest gently around Hythlodaeus, even as Hades' smaller hands continue their attention to Hythlodaeus' nipples. A moment later, he leans in to catch Hythlodaeus' mouth in a kiss. One that is all but aching with the desire that runs through the bond they're sharing, and deepens with every stroke of Hythlodaeus' hand.]
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It's a slow process, even with Hythlodaeus' impatience. There's only a little discomfort, however, before he's seated and adjusting to the fullness. His breath comes in short pants, spurred on by the love and the lust he feels from his lover, and then he begins to move. Slow, not wanting to overwhelm either of them.]
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By comparison it's very nearly a joy to have Hythlodaeus seating himself on his length. Enough so that even slow as it goes Hades' desire spikes, the feeling of Hythlodaeus warm around him - around the most intimate part of his aether - has his own all but singing. Of need, yes, but joy and love and desire all intertwined with it. He wants and he aches with it and though he understands - appreciates, even - the slowness with which Hythlodaeus moves he can't deny the way impatience tries to creep into the need, though he knows better than to directly acknowledge it. He will give Hythlodaeus the time he needs to adjust to the feeling, ever patient even now despite that whisper of something that is not.
There's no sound from him either. Merely a soft sigh offered into the space in between them as he waits to see how Hythlodaeus will handle all that is rippling through the connection.]
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To know he's so loved is a huge turn on. He strokes himself as he moves, breath already beginning to tremble between the physical and emotional sensations.]
My Hades...
[His free hand finds his partner's fingers and clings to them, his eyes fixed on Hades' face.]
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Forever yours.
[It's offered in agreement. Every bit the comment of how much he loves Hythlodaeus, and though he doesn't pass verbal comment on it, the echoing acknowledgement of mine as I am yours comes through the bond they share.
Beyond that, however, he doesn't speak. Merely lets his love and desire speak for itself as it grows with each movement, echoed by the soft moans he offers into the space between them.]
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And as he grows closer to his climax the sensations grow more and more intense. He strokes faster, soft breaths turning to pants, and as his thighs begin to tense he moves faster. Until finally he reaches his peak, a sound escaping him as his whole body tightens and then relaxes, spilling himself onto Hades' stomach. He keeps moving as best as he can, of course, but something tells him the overwhelming emotions and sensations will push Hades to his own peak as well.]
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