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Even knowing that Hythlodaeus is here, as he had once before, Hades yet remembers the long millennia he'd spent without him. Enough so that it is likely that he may yet long for Hythlodaeus' touch for some time yet to come. But given that he, too, is very much in the mood for more, there is not the slightest flicker of complaint as Hythlodaeus pulls back to remove his clothes. Nor does Hades leave him to do all the work himself, shifting as necessary to make their removal all the easier.
And when Hythlodaeus has removed his own pants as well and settled back again, there's a sigh in return from Hades. He might not have wanted to insist that he and Hythlodaeus celebrate Hythlodaeus' return in any specific manner. But even so he can't deny that he has wanted exactly this, with no barriers standing between them and their mutual desires.
It's a want that makes itself all the clearer in the kiss that he returns, relief and joy present above the simple longing of earlier. And when the kiss finally breaks he says but a single word.
"Yes."
He wants, and he doubts it'll take either of them particularly long to be fully ready.
Even knowing that Hythlodaeus is here, as he had once before, Hades yet remembers the long millennia he'd spent without him. Enough so that it is likely that he may yet long for Hythlodaeus' touch for some time yet to come. But given that he, too, is very much in the mood for more, there is not the slightest flicker of complaint as Hythlodaeus pulls back to remove his clothes. Nor does Hades leave him to do all the work himself, shifting as necessary to make their removal all the easier.
And when Hythlodaeus has removed his own pants as well and settled back again, there's a sigh in return from Hades. He might not have wanted to insist that he and Hythlodaeus celebrate Hythlodaeus' return in any specific manner. But even so he can't deny that he has wanted exactly this, with no barriers standing between them and their mutual desires.
It's a want that makes itself all the clearer in the kiss that he returns, relief and joy present above the simple longing of earlier. And when the kiss finally breaks he says but a single word.
"Yes."
He wants, and he doubts it'll take either of them particularly long to be fully ready.
Edited 2024-08-04 00:55 (UTC)
Despite not really being aware of the passing of time in the traditional way, Hythlodaeus still feels like it's been a while all the same. And that makes him all the more eager as he rocks his hips down a few times, a soft groan escaping him as he kisses along Hades' jaw.
"You are beautiful..."
Especially in vulnerable moments like this, when there's only the two of them. His hands run down Emet-Selch's body in quiet reverence, mapping out every dimple and curve. His lips soon follow, this time not stopping at his chest and heading south to his stomach, where he kisses softly at his hips and navel. His breath is hot on his skin as he pushes his lover's legs apart, settling there to kiss along his inner thighs for now.
"You are beautiful..."
Especially in vulnerable moments like this, when there's only the two of them. His hands run down Emet-Selch's body in quiet reverence, mapping out every dimple and curve. His lips soon follow, this time not stopping at his chest and heading south to his stomach, where he kisses softly at his hips and navel. His breath is hot on his skin as he pushes his lover's legs apart, settling there to kiss along his inner thighs for now.
Even those gentle rocks draw soft murmurs of enjoyment out of Hades, his own hips shifting as if in echo to Hythlodaeus'. If he had not already been well on his way towards arousal, he certainly would be from that alone, even though there is yet a while before he stands fully ready.
"I have missed hearing you say so."
He knows full well that a number of people might find him attractive, especially as he currently is. But there is only a small handful of people he is genuinely willing to accept the compliment from with any sort of grace, Hythlodaeus among them. Even if he might only directly admit to it in moments like these, when he has allowed himself to be vulnerable in ways he would not otherwise.
But he says nothing of it, given Hythlodaeus surely knows. Instead, he keeps up his own explorations of Hythlodaeus' back for as long as he can and when Hythlodaeus finally moves beyond his reach he settles instead for filling the air with soft noises of pleasure that turn very distinctly toward soft groans the further down Hythlodaeus goes.
As for Hythlodaeus' own explorations they will find that Hades is much as he might have remembered, save for one thing - a bite mark on one of his inner thighs. One that's old enough to have faded a little, but nonetheless looks deliberate in a way that would not have come from a fight. One from a miqo'te at that, and given that Emet-Selch has not addressed its presence in any way prior it is likely not anything he is ashamed of.
"I have missed hearing you say so."
He knows full well that a number of people might find him attractive, especially as he currently is. But there is only a small handful of people he is genuinely willing to accept the compliment from with any sort of grace, Hythlodaeus among them. Even if he might only directly admit to it in moments like these, when he has allowed himself to be vulnerable in ways he would not otherwise.
But he says nothing of it, given Hythlodaeus surely knows. Instead, he keeps up his own explorations of Hythlodaeus' back for as long as he can and when Hythlodaeus finally moves beyond his reach he settles instead for filling the air with soft noises of pleasure that turn very distinctly toward soft groans the further down Hythlodaeus goes.
As for Hythlodaeus' own explorations they will find that Hades is much as he might have remembered, save for one thing - a bite mark on one of his inner thighs. One that's old enough to have faded a little, but nonetheless looks deliberate in a way that would not have come from a fight. One from a miqo'te at that, and given that Emet-Selch has not addressed its presence in any way prior it is likely not anything he is ashamed of.
He eyes the bite curiously. It makes sense that Emet-Selch would have had lovers in Hythlodaeus' time away, so he doesn't mind. He could hardly expect the man to live a life of loneliness. Still, the bite feels like the owner has claimed Emet-Selch in some inexplicable way. His memories of Megumi are foggy, but he does remember her. Perhaps...?
Ah, but it doesn't matter. As long as Emet-Selch is here with him now in this moment, and still loves Hythlodaeus, he is content. So he merely kisses the bite softly and asks no questions before moving to his cock, dragging his tongue along the underside as he takes it in hand before taking the head between his lips. He hums contentedly around him, always happy to please his love in such a way, and runs his free hand lovingly up along his thigh.
Ah, but it doesn't matter. As long as Emet-Selch is here with him now in this moment, and still loves Hythlodaeus, he is content. So he merely kisses the bite softly and asks no questions before moving to his cock, dragging his tongue along the underside as he takes it in hand before taking the head between his lips. He hums contentedly around him, always happy to please his love in such a way, and runs his free hand lovingly up along his thigh.
He has had fewer than Hythlodaeus might think. He has never much been one to give his affections particularly easily, and though the long millennia of his duty on Etheirys have changed him in more ways than one, neither had he cared to look elsewhere, in the wake of Hythlodaeus' departure. Not until only just recently.
But as Hythlodaeus speaks nothing of the bite, so too does Emet-Selch not. It would only serve as a distraction. And just at the moment Hades is far more interested in what Hythlodaeus is offering. Even just the touch of Hythlodaeus' tongue is enough to prompt a deeply pleased sigh from Hades, one that becomes a groan as Hythlodaeus takes the head of his cock in his lips.
He cannot, as they are, offer any similar gestures to Hythlodaeus. But one of his hands falls to what he can reach, curving gently over Hythlodaeus' head as his fingers curl into Hythlodaeus' hair. A gentle touch, that still gives him leeway to move. But one that nonetheless speaks to his desire to hold Hythlodaeus as close as he may.
A moment later, as if on a whim, the feeling of what is unmistakably aether rises in the air, and then what feels like nothing so much as a hand made of aether itself brushes against Hythlodaeus' back. Hades' aether, specifically, dark as it ever has been but as gentle as the touch of his natural hand, as it takes up the explorations that Hades cannot, with them in their current position.
But as Hythlodaeus speaks nothing of the bite, so too does Emet-Selch not. It would only serve as a distraction. And just at the moment Hades is far more interested in what Hythlodaeus is offering. Even just the touch of Hythlodaeus' tongue is enough to prompt a deeply pleased sigh from Hades, one that becomes a groan as Hythlodaeus takes the head of his cock in his lips.
He cannot, as they are, offer any similar gestures to Hythlodaeus. But one of his hands falls to what he can reach, curving gently over Hythlodaeus' head as his fingers curl into Hythlodaeus' hair. A gentle touch, that still gives him leeway to move. But one that nonetheless speaks to his desire to hold Hythlodaeus as close as he may.
A moment later, as if on a whim, the feeling of what is unmistakably aether rises in the air, and then what feels like nothing so much as a hand made of aether itself brushes against Hythlodaeus' back. Hades' aether, specifically, dark as it ever has been but as gentle as the touch of his natural hand, as it takes up the explorations that Hades cannot, with them in their current position.
The aether could be seen if he switched his vision, he knows. But there's something distinctly more exciting about feeling and sensing, not seeing. He encourages the touch by taking his lover in deep, bobbing his head with a soft moan around his shaft. When he pulls back up he's a man intoxicated, kissing down Hades' cock with eager little presses of his lips, before dragging his tongue back up it and offering another sigh.
To be able to worship the man he loves like this is a dream come true every time.
When he swirls his tongue around the head, toying with the slit, his hand kneads gently at his balls. It's an act of pure devotion, and when his gaze flicks up to watch Emet-Selch's expression there's nothing but adoration in his gaze. He wants more than anything to be closer. Let him forget where one soul begins and the other ends.
To be able to worship the man he loves like this is a dream come true every time.
When he swirls his tongue around the head, toying with the slit, his hand kneads gently at his balls. It's an act of pure devotion, and when his gaze flicks up to watch Emet-Selch's expression there's nothing but adoration in his gaze. He wants more than anything to be closer. Let him forget where one soul begins and the other ends.
Though Emet-Selch is fully aware of Lahabrea's inclinations to quite literally blend his soul with another's - and knows the theory behind it well enough to replicate it in theory - he has no desire to go quite that far. And yet, he is more than willing to let himself all but drown in the feeling of Hythlodaeus' mouth and fingers. Feelings that have him swiftly approach full arousal, as he hardens slowly but surely even as he contains to offer up a small litany of moans.
Still, even though Hythlodaeus' ministrations have him very near breathless, Hades is not entirely without his share of things to offer. Though he may not wish to truly blend their souls, with each moan and gasp Hythlodaeus draws from him, there's another pulse of what can only be his emotions through each place Hades' aether is touching Hythlodaeus. Love and desire, deep and true; wordless acknowledgements that he wants more.
Emotions that are matched by the look in Hades' eyes as he meets Hythlodaeus' gaze. Scarcely a moment later a second aetherwrought hand falls to Hythlodaeus' hip, curving around and over it appreciatively before beginning to slide lower, unhindered by the mere bounds of physical space the way a flesh-and-blood hand might be. While he cannot deny that he is very much enjoying what Hythlodaeus has to offer, neither does he want Hythlodaeus to be left wanting.
Still, even though Hythlodaeus' ministrations have him very near breathless, Hades is not entirely without his share of things to offer. Though he may not wish to truly blend their souls, with each moan and gasp Hythlodaeus draws from him, there's another pulse of what can only be his emotions through each place Hades' aether is touching Hythlodaeus. Love and desire, deep and true; wordless acknowledgements that he wants more.
Emotions that are matched by the look in Hades' eyes as he meets Hythlodaeus' gaze. Scarcely a moment later a second aetherwrought hand falls to Hythlodaeus' hip, curving around and over it appreciatively before beginning to slide lower, unhindered by the mere bounds of physical space the way a flesh-and-blood hand might be. While he cannot deny that he is very much enjoying what Hythlodaeus has to offer, neither does he want Hythlodaeus to be left wanting.
The hand caressing his hip draws a soft sound from Hythlodaeus, which becomes a moan as it inches lower. He's already hard just from the act of touching Hades, and he presses his hips forward eagerly even as he resumes his work on Hades' shaft. He doesn't want him to finish this way but he does want to make a point of showing his appreciation.
When he finally pulls back it's to kiss up Emet-Selch's stomach and chest again, before meeting his lips with an eager sound. He only pulls back when he's short of breath, before straddling his lover again. He will need Hades' help to get him ready, but he's sure he doesn't need to ask.
When he finally pulls back it's to kiss up Emet-Selch's stomach and chest again, before meeting his lips with an eager sound. He only pulls back when he's short of breath, before straddling his lover again. He will need Hades' help to get him ready, but he's sure he doesn't need to ask.
The hand at Hythlodaeus' hip meets that eager thrust of his hips all but gladly, curling around Hythlodaeus' length much as Hades' himself might have done but for the current reality of their positions. It is, admittedly, not quite the same - the touch of his aether almost feather-light rather than the solid touch of flesh and blood. But there's a warmth in it all the same and a gentle promise as it offers an almost teasing stroke, emotions dancing its wake as it goes.
As for Hades himself, once Hythlodaeus does return for a proper kiss, he falls into it gladly, and with a renewed sense of desire. One that matches the softer echoes running through his aether, though here it is not nearly so muted. Instead, it is simply the truth of his emotions, and one he offers gladly.
And when the kiss finally does break, leaving them all but breathless there is yet another feeling of rising aether and then Hades is offering a small vial of oil to Hythlodaeus. He will, of course, offer whatever else Hythlodaeus might wish of him in the name of preparation, but that he will leave until he has a better idea of what Hythlodaeus wishes.
As for Hades himself, once Hythlodaeus does return for a proper kiss, he falls into it gladly, and with a renewed sense of desire. One that matches the softer echoes running through his aether, though here it is not nearly so muted. Instead, it is simply the truth of his emotions, and one he offers gladly.
And when the kiss finally does break, leaving them all but breathless there is yet another feeling of rising aether and then Hades is offering a small vial of oil to Hythlodaeus. He will, of course, offer whatever else Hythlodaeus might wish of him in the name of preparation, but that he will leave until he has a better idea of what Hythlodaeus wishes.
Edited 2024-08-07 19:59 (UTC)
Assuming Hades wants Hythlodaeus to prepare him instead of the other way around, he shifts to settle between his lover's legs and pushes his thighs apart more, pressing soft kisses to his neck as he does so. He opens the vial and coats his fingers, before slowly teasing a finger around Hades' entrance and pushing it inside.
He's slow about his preparations, relishing the opportunity to bring his partner pleasure. When he adds a second finger it's just as gentle as the first, and he distracts him with kisses and nips to his shoulder. He's impatient for this, but he has all the care in the world when it comes to Emet-Selch. By the time he removes his fingers again he's quite ready, and Hythlodaeus takes the chance to smear more oil onto himself before pressing close and lining himself up.
He's slow about his preparations, relishing the opportunity to bring his partner pleasure. When he adds a second finger it's just as gentle as the first, and he distracts him with kisses and nips to his shoulder. He's impatient for this, but he has all the care in the world when it comes to Emet-Selch. By the time he removes his fingers again he's quite ready, and Hythlodaeus takes the chance to smear more oil onto himself before pressing close and lining himself up.
Judging by the sound Hades makes as Hythlodaeus' finger slides in - and the sudden flare of open desire echoing through the places where his aether is still touching Hythlodaeus - it is very much what he had wanted. There will be time later for other things. Right now, he wants to feel as much of Hythlodaeus as he can.
And as Hythlodaeus continues, it becomes clear that between those kisses and nips and the feeling of Hythlodaeus working him open, Hades is very thoroughly distracted. Not just by the moans and gasps he offers but by the way the aetheric hands he's created stutter and shift every now and then; Hades' focus compromised enough that continuing to maintain takes ever more active effort. But neither are they gone, the one that had previously been at Hythlodaeus' cock retreating again towards his hip, its hold turning almost possessive.
The one that had been exploring his back meanwhile, shifts abruptly to skimming its way over Hythlodaeus' chest, ghosting aether-light over his nipples. Though even that pauses when Hythlodaeus finally removes his fingers and lines himself up.
"Yes, please."
Rarely does Hades beg. But here and now, he can think of nothing he'd like better than Hythlodaeus' cock, and he is more than ready.
And as Hythlodaeus continues, it becomes clear that between those kisses and nips and the feeling of Hythlodaeus working him open, Hades is very thoroughly distracted. Not just by the moans and gasps he offers but by the way the aetheric hands he's created stutter and shift every now and then; Hades' focus compromised enough that continuing to maintain takes ever more active effort. But neither are they gone, the one that had previously been at Hythlodaeus' cock retreating again towards his hip, its hold turning almost possessive.
The one that had been exploring his back meanwhile, shifts abruptly to skimming its way over Hythlodaeus' chest, ghosting aether-light over his nipples. Though even that pauses when Hythlodaeus finally removes his fingers and lines himself up.
"Yes, please."
Rarely does Hades beg. But here and now, he can think of nothing he'd like better than Hythlodaeus' cock, and he is more than ready.
Edited 2024-08-10 01:59 (UTC)
It's all the go ahead he needs, and he begins to press in with a moan of his own. He's plenty slick so it's not difficult to slide inside, and as that heat surrounds him he has to fight himself not to thrust in too fast.
He remains gentle up until he's fully sheathed, and waits for a few moments for them both to adjust. Then he begins to slowly pull out partway, before rocking his hips to fill him again. It feels wonderful, and Hythlodaeus lets his own pleasure be known through sighs and soft kisses, nuzzling Hades and murmuring his name fondly.
He remains gentle up until he's fully sheathed, and waits for a few moments for them both to adjust. Then he begins to slowly pull out partway, before rocking his hips to fill him again. It feels wonderful, and Hythlodaeus lets his own pleasure be known through sighs and soft kisses, nuzzling Hades and murmuring his name fondly.
As soon as Hythlodaeus starts to slide in, both aetherial hands still to an abrupt stop. Once Hythlodaeus fully sheathes himself, they dissipate completely, replaced by the simple touch of Hades' own hands and the soft moans Hades offers in turn. Ones that make it all but emphatically clear that this is exactly what he'd wanted, as Hythlodaeus begins to move. To be able to lose himself in the slowly mounting bliss, and to know that it is Hythlodaeus offering it.
Nor is it long at all before Hades is murmuring Hythlodaeus' name in turn, when he's not offering his own kisses; hips rocking slowly to meet Hythlodaeus' thrusts.
Nor is it long at all before Hades is murmuring Hythlodaeus' name in turn, when he's not offering his own kisses; hips rocking slowly to meet Hythlodaeus' thrusts.
Hythlodaeus certainly prefers the touch of real hands on his skin, even if the aetherial ones were pleasant enough. He's quick to reach between them to curl his fingers around Hades, stroking in time with his movements, his other hand propping him up against the sheets.
His lips are busy against Emet-Selch's skin, but he does pause to offer fond words every now and then. Eventually, as his hips begin to thrust harder, he smiles and leans in to drag his tongue along Hades' throat.
"I want to hear just how much you missed me, darling."
There's nobody else here, after all.
His lips are busy against Emet-Selch's skin, but he does pause to offer fond words every now and then. Eventually, as his hips begin to thrust harder, he smiles and leans in to drag his tongue along Hades' throat.
"I want to hear just how much you missed me, darling."
There's nobody else here, after all.
There's a shuddering sort of sigh as Hythlodaeus takes him in hand. This, too, is something that he has sorely missed, and though it's not near enough to have him fully undone it still offers the relief Hades needs to finally just let himself feel. To put away the worries and concern that had yet been plaguing him and relax into the bliss they are both chasing.
"Hythlodaeus.
It's offered as first a sigh and then a gasp as Hythlodaeus' thrusts begin to come harder.
"Yes, please..."
He needs, wants, and with him no more able to deny Hythlodaeus than the desires of his body, he makes not even the slightest effort to hide the moans that follow as his hips rock against Hythlodaeus' and then up against that stroking hand. He's not yet standing on that final precipice, but there is no denying that he is getting ever closer.
(He may not be able to put how much he's missed Hythlodaeus into words, though he'd try if he had to. As it is, he figures that letting his moans and the movements of his body speak for him will be enough.)
"Hythlodaeus.
It's offered as first a sigh and then a gasp as Hythlodaeus' thrusts begin to come harder.
"Yes, please..."
He needs, wants, and with him no more able to deny Hythlodaeus than the desires of his body, he makes not even the slightest effort to hide the moans that follow as his hips rock against Hythlodaeus' and then up against that stroking hand. He's not yet standing on that final precipice, but there is no denying that he is getting ever closer.
(He may not be able to put how much he's missed Hythlodaeus into words, though he'd try if he had to. As it is, he figures that letting his moans and the movements of his body speak for him will be enough.)
It's all he needs, really. To hear the moans and sounds of pleasure, rather than actual words. His hips buck into his love harder, and he moans himself, beginning to lose himself to the need gnawing at him.
"Beautiful..."
He can feel himself inching closer, every thrust drawing a soft gasp from him, toes curling. And the whole time his eyes remain fixed on Hades, nothing but love and want in his gaze. He wants to see the moment he tips over into ecstasy, because he knows it will drive him to follow.
"Beautiful..."
He can feel himself inching closer, every thrust drawing a soft gasp from him, toes curling. And the whole time his eyes remain fixed on Hades, nothing but love and want in his gaze. He wants to see the moment he tips over into ecstasy, because he knows it will drive him to follow.
Hades rarely takes compliments. Here and now, with only Hythlodaeus and their rising desires, it leaves him nearly shuddering; his next moan all the louder for it as that, too, has him inching closer to his own completion.
And then, between on moment and the next it is very much not inching, as his moans and gasps take on a deeper and almost desperate quality. He's there, or nearly so, hips stuttering out of rhythm as he blindly seeks what he needs. Once, twice... and then with a wordless cry he is gone, fallen head-over-heels into ecstasy as he comes hard around Hythlodaeus, fingers clenching almost reflexively against Hythlodaeus' back.
And then, between on moment and the next it is very much not inching, as his moans and gasps take on a deeper and almost desperate quality. He's there, or nearly so, hips stuttering out of rhythm as he blindly seeks what he needs. Once, twice... and then with a wordless cry he is gone, fallen head-over-heels into ecstasy as he comes hard around Hythlodaeus, fingers clenching almost reflexively against Hythlodaeus' back.
It's all he needs- the bliss on his partner's face and the clenching around him. He gasps and drives in faster, as his body tenses before relaxing, satisfied. He fills Hades, feels the spend on his fingers from where his lover had finished moments before, and lets go of his cock to idly rest against him, catching his breath.
He's loath to pull out so soon but he does, if only to create a towel he can wipe them both off on before letting it disappear. Then he cuddles up to Emet-Selch and closes his eyes, exhausted.
He does press a few chaste kisses to his partner's neck and shoulder while he's there, loving gestures. His hand finds Hades' and entwines their fingers, and he sighs, happy.
He's loath to pull out so soon but he does, if only to create a towel he can wipe them both off on before letting it disappear. Then he cuddles up to Emet-Selch and closes his eyes, exhausted.
He does press a few chaste kisses to his partner's neck and shoulder while he's there, loving gestures. His hand finds Hades' and entwines their fingers, and he sighs, happy.
Dimly, Hades is aware of Hythlodaeus reaching his own climax. But beyond that, he simply lets himself drift in both that bliss and its aftermath, until at last the feeling of Hythlodaeus pulling out and the gentle touch of the towel draws him back into reality once more.
Still, it's only once Hythlodaeus slides in against him once more that he finally speaks.
"I missed you."
I love you, he means, the words soft and quiet; gentle in the wake of their mutual satisfaction.
Still, it's only once Hythlodaeus slides in against him once more that he finally speaks.
"I missed you."
I love you, he means, the words soft and quiet; gentle in the wake of their mutual satisfaction.
It has been nothing short of a miracle to have Hythlodaeus returned to him. One that Emet-Selch is, at last, beginning to accept as real. (Being able to see his Hythlodaeus' soul whenever he should care to look helps a great deal, though neither is he likely to say as much.) But for all that Emet-Selch has grown used to living with Megumi - and now Hythlodaeus - neither are they entirely alone in the house.
And thus it is that bright and early one morning, Hythlodaeus will find himself face-to-face with a very purple pokemon, it's two-tipped tail swishing gently as it stares up at him.
And thus it is that bright and early one morning, Hythlodaeus will find himself face-to-face with a very purple pokemon, it's two-tipped tail swishing gently as it stares up at him.
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