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With one last click, the belts fall to the floor.

"I couldn't very well dress you as some commoner, could I?" His hand seamlessly travels from the belt to a zipper that hides in the silver trimming of the coat, which he swiftly pulls up to unzip. The shirt comes unlatched at the top near the neck and leaves nothing but skin underneath. Emet slips a hand into the open jacket brushes it against the newly revealed skin; he feels his own pulse rise.

Gods, how he'd longed for this.

He pulls the blanket out from around him and lets his part fall from around him. At the same time pulls Hythlodaeus to him as he starts to make for the cabin. They should head inside before the cold night air finds them.

He follows, for once doing as he's told. The blanket remains outside- they can bring it back in later. The chill of the air slips in under his shirt but he's warmed from the slight touch that Emet-Selch afforded him, and once they're in the cabin it's no longer a problem.

He pulls Emet to him once they're inside the bedroom, seeking another kiss as he starts to shrug out of the shirt properly and let it drop to the ground. He focuses on undoing Emet's shirt after that, fingers quick and precise, and once the shirt is out of the way he pushes it off his friend's shoulders and lets out a sigh into the kiss.

This is different from the night before, when they'd never crossed this line. It's so much more charged, and so despite having seen Emet-Selch mostly undressed before it feels new and exciting. His hand moves to travel down the other man's stomach, stopping at his waistband.

"Nary a sound to be heard from you..." Starting to unbuckle Emet's pants, he smiles pleasantly against his lips. "But that will change. Won't it, my friend?" Despite being able to slip his hand inside his pants now, he doesn't. He just leaves them to hang at his hips, his lips moving to his neck.

All until his bulky layers of fur and fabric sit in a heap on the floor within moments. They are left as they are, even if his slacks stay ambiguously on.

Emet busies himself into pressing Hythlodaeus' back into the nearby wall of the cabin and leaving no such uncertainty. He unclasps his friend's belt and tugs free the slacks underneath so that they fall to the ground. He then slips a hand down behind Hythlodaeus' knee and coaxes a leg to straddle him.

It's all in a few seamless motions, all while not letting their lips part.

"Don't assume that to know what I am compelled to do." He says in a somewhat breathless tone while their lips are still pressed together. Typical Hades.

"Oh?" He's equally as breathless as Emet-Selch undresses him, but he's grinning again despite everything. He obediently moves his leg, but his hands are wandering again- this time he slips his hand down into Hades' pants and finds him through his underwear, palming at him as he looks on through his lashes.

"So I am not to get a single sound from you? We shall see." It isn't as if Hythlodaeus doesn't know how to work his hands, after all. Even if he isn't directly touching Emet, he can feel him through the thin cloth and can tell he's enjoying himself.

Not that Hythlodaeus is faring much better, his own enjoyment obvious now that his slacks are out of the way. Anticipation has been building in his groin for some time now, spurred on by kisses and murmured words. "I rather enjoy a challenge, as it happens. But you know that, don't you?"

His breath stutters as he feels the palm slip down by his small clothes. It doesn't take much to encourage such excitement, but even so, he puts one hand firmly on Hythlodaeus' side and begins to gently rock their hips together to facilitate the spark of arousal.

"I know that I've come to doubt naught in terms of your wreckless determination." He mutters in reply. Wreckless would be a good turn of phrase used to describe this - just as how they are pursuing this with such reckless abandon. "I would certainly be surprised to find that change now."

In contrast to Emet-Selch, who seems determined to keep his wits about him, Hythlodaeus lets out a breathy gasp as the friction from the back of his hand rubs against him. He moves his hand away from Emet and tugs on his lover's underwear to free him from them, leaving only his own to get between them as he pulls Emet closer.

"You know me so well..." He murmurs it, distracted, as he tugs the other man into a heated kiss. Reckless has always been a word better suited to Azem, but there's no denying Hythlodaeus shares some of her traits. Irresponsible is a better word for it, perhaps. Driven by his own whims with little thought to the consequences. Rolling his hips back against his friend, he offers up a soft moan finally, though it's lost partly in the kiss.

Between his clouded thoughts and the whims of his body that he can no longer control, he notes the affection still squeezing his heart tight. His hand grasps a handful of Hades' hair as he deepens the kiss, slowly letting himself be lost to pleasure.

Emet helps himself to the last few bits of clothing in the way, all until he can feel the sensation of skin against skin and can continue in earnest.

It's some time before he can respond to anything, with his tongue so deftly occupied in entertaining kiss after passionate kiss. And, much to his chagrin, guttered noises make their way to the surface in the back of his throat as he continues rhythmically arc their hips together.

"Of course, I know you." He huffs out while taking a steadying breath. "Even after so many lifetimes, I could not bear the thought of forgetting."

"Mm... I'm glad." He lets out another soft sigh, before breaking the kiss and resting his head back against the wall, flushed and quite honestly a bit of a mess by now. He lets Emet-Selch continue to rub up against him, but his eyes slide over to the bed nearby.

"It seems to me... that there is a perfectly good bed waiting here." He lazily rocks back a few times, unable to move away exactly, but it's obvious he wants more than just rutting against each other. "I would have you show me your affection in full." He reaches up to cup his friend's cheek, gaze hungry and yet so deeply loving at the same time.

"Show me how long you've waited for this, and I will do the same."

Emet looks up at Hythlodaeus, eyes clouded with want.

The hand that had latched to Hythlodaeus' waist is slipped down back behind his knee. Emet then hoists the whole of his friend's weight onto him - A move he would likely regret come the morning, but it doesn't detour him from making such a decision in the present.

His lips still refuse to stray far from their destination as he takes the few short steps to the bedside, where Emet presses both of them into the bedcovers. Such an arrangement affords him the pleasure of looking down at Hythlodaeus who lay on the flat of his back underneath him. "Have you truly been wanting for so long?" He asks petulantly.

With his hands now free, Emet lifts one of Hythlodaeus' legs onto his shoulders.

All he gets in response, as Hythlodaeus is pressed back into the sheets, is a breathy laugh. "Oh, Hades. Light of my life. If you could not see as much, then you are truly blind."

He's still chuckling despite the compromising position he's in, apparently completely fine with it. He looks up at Emet with a fond smile, wishing he could kiss him but understanding that perhaps it's better his lover doesn't lean in like this. Hythlodaeus can only bend so far.

"Come, now. Is it not entirely obvious? Have I ever afforded anyone the same attention I've offered to you?" Azem would be the closest anyone has come. And even then, it was always different. Hythlodaeus loves her, admires her... yet doesn't want her in the same way.

"Comparatively." He says with an edge to his words. Perhaps a long time, but it was not lifetimes. However, that's not to say it didn't take a considerable amount of time to act upon such impulses, true. His look turns solemn as he looks down. "I was not entirely oblivious, although it does become much more apparent of what is lost through the privileged lens of hindsight."

Emet sits back and makes a sharp gesture with his hands, summoning a phial of some liquid that is clear and thick. "And the misfortune of distance." A healthy amount is taken in one hand and he begins to smother it over Hythlodaeus.

He starts at the back and he works the tips of his fingers into his friends' behind, slowly massaging it into every crevasse before working his way forward, where he runs his palm up along the shaft of his cock. They are stroked again and again; Touches are kept purposeful but firm, meant to be as stimulating in their purpose.

He can feel the tension growing in his body at each touch, and he has to make it a point to breathe evenly.

He squirms a little under the touches, before Emet's fingers hit just the right spot and he groans, pushing back down onto his hand. He bites back a whine as they retreat, and when he's stroked he grabs a fistful of the sheets beneath him and bites his lip.

Again, it seems like a good way to shut Hythlodaeus up, because he's lost for words again as he tries not to buck into the hand teasing him. Eventually he can't help himself, hips rocking up and into the curl of Emet's fingers. He's ready, he just doesn't know how to articulate more than soft mewls and gasps right now.

His free hand moves to cover his own mouth in some vain attempt to muffle the sounds he makes, and he catches Emet-Selch's eye. He must make quite the sight right now, mustn't he? He usually looks so much more dignified than this, at the very least. Heh... it's amusing, somehow. His lips curl into a smile.

Each noise makes for a delight to listen to. Emet breathes in, tilting his head up and closing his eyes for a moment to relish in such sounds. To be able to hear Hythlodaeus' gratified cries brings a bloom of color to Emet's face that has long been absent.

A moment is spared to slather any of the remaining contents of the phial on himself - the passing few moments have made quite a difference in how eager he feels. His wanting is almost unbearable.

Then the noise is all but strangled. Emet's eyes flick open to see that it is by Hythlodaeus' own hand. Oh, what disarray his friend has become - Usually so put together and now a delightful heap on his bed - His hair tussled, face red, and expression twisted with enjoyment.

Emet crawls forward on his hands so that he can look down on Hythlodaeus. "Look at you." Emet derides, a smirk creeping onto his face. He leans down so he can groan a few soft words into the side of his face. "What should I do with such a mess."

He shifts his hips forward to explore pressing himself into Hythlodaeus, only just. Only to play with the fringes of his tolerance.

Hythlodaeus has to move his leg off Emet-Selch's shoulder before he crawls forward, but once settled he tips his head to nudge his nose against his friend's, the gesture soft and fond even as the other man chides him for being a mess. He lets out a breathy chuckle, which gets cut off and devolves into a soft gasp as he feels his cock finally begin to press at his entrance.

"What should you do with me? Why, whatever you like." He moves a hand to brush some of Emet-Selch's hair out of the way tenderly. "Under the condition that you do it soon." He murmurs into his ear, breathy with want. He doesn't know that he can wait much longer.

He finds himself leaning into Hythlodaeus' hand as it's brushed against his face, seeking to take advantage of every display of affection he's provided. "Be it far from me to deny one of your requests." A little banter is still afforded even in such conditions.

Emet then bends his hips forward, easing them back and pressing them forth again - Each time he ventures deeper than the time before it, and each time with more vigor than previously given.

Emet finally emits a low moan of satisfaction as the pleasure of being accepted, though it's clipped once he presses his lips forcibly together.

Hythlodaeus seems to have less reservations about being heard- every thrust draws a soft moan from him, until he hears Emet catch himself. His words are strained somewhat from trying to focus through the haze of pleasure.

"Don't silence yourself. Please." He reaches between them to toy with himself in the meantime, closing his eyes briefly. His other hand remains at his friend's cheek, before threading back through his hair and gripping loosely. "I would hear it all. Every sound..."

After all, nobody is around to hear it besides Hythlodaeus. And he likes to think that he's earned those sounds.

The pushes in and out become longer and firmer as he finishes easing his way inside. Even so, he keeps enough presence of mind to concentrate on the request.

Emet's words are ragged as he tips his forehead against Hythlodaeus. "If you desire to hang on my every word so closely," He lets out a faint unbridled groan. "Then you shall have every word."

Hythlodaeus thinks little of his skill and importance in other areas and dithering here could give cause to the same. Though Emet isn't one for blanket comments of flattery (or making such a racket) this seems like an important exception. After all, there is no one around to see - or hear - such a thing.

He can't really rock back down against Emet-Selch like this, so he has to take what his lover gives. Which gets frustrating despite knowing that he should let the pleasure build up gradually. Groaning, he shifts under his partner's weight, starting to stroke himself in time with Emet's hips.

He tips his head back to strongly suggest to Emet that he should be kissing his neck, and incase that's not quite clear enough he nudges his head in that direction by the hair, too.

"You can go faster than this..." He wants to be a mess by the time Emet-Selch is done with him. He wants to be sore, he wants to see the bruises on his skin from teeth and fingers. Lingering proof of how he finally won his affection.

"That is what I fully intend to do," Emet counters with a hint of his typical discontent.

As such, Emet leans over and slides his tongue against the curvature of Hythlodaeus' neck until he sinks his lips - and a modest showing of his teeth - into it. It becomes more aggressive with each succession as he begins to taste such raw anticipation and effort.

Emet forcefully rolls them to one side - a pillow is hurriedly slipped under Hythlodaeus' back to compensate for the angle. He lifts a knee up while the other hand squeezes Hythlodaeus' shoulder tightly. He sets aside any intention of being affable, And now he makes for passionate push after push into the person he's longed to be with for so long.

The new angle is settled into quickly, and he grips onto Emet's back with the hand that isn't still stroking himself. His moans become louder by a significant amount as his lover's cock starts hitting just the right spot inside him- he digs his nails into Emet-Selch's back and bites his lip hard to try to muffle himself, tasting the tang of blood on his tongue.

"Ah- H-Hades..." There's no need for titles here. There's just him and his dear friend now. He's getting close, and he can't tell if he wants to stroke faster and come quicker, or slow everything down again so they can last longer. Well... this is their first time. It was always bound to be passionate. Maybe next time- he hopes there is a next time- they can be gentler.

The feeling of fingernails digging into him makes his back arch and he lets out a groan that he does not bother to restrain. It feels like he sits on the razor's edge of satisfaction, with the humming sensation of pleasure running through him.

Being called by his true name is gratifying in a way that is difficult to define. So few people know of it, and none are allowed to use it so casually. All except the one who continues to be the exception to every rule: Hythlodaeus - his partner in so many ways.

He lifts the hand from Hythlodaeus' shoulder and wraps two fingers into his lavender braid, which he draws upward toward his face into a careless kiss. The hand cradling his leg is moved to begin to rub over his hip, and then over his cock, coaxing him to say such a name again.

The feeling of Emet-Selch's hand over his cock makes him gasp, and he moves his own hand out of the way to better allow his lover access to him. He instead drags his nails down Emet's back with both hands, moaning into the kiss as he grows ever closer.

"Hades, I- ah-!" He's not going to last much longer, and he tenses up with a whimper, thighs trembling, as he spills onto his stomach. He tightens around Emet-Selch as he comes, only breaking the kiss to pant hotly against his ear, nails pressing red crescents into his friend's back. He eventually regains his composure enough to start pressing kisses along Emet-Selch's neck, trying to help him along too.

With feeling such gratification, and every delightful noise in between, Emet can feel himself begin to tense in anticipation.

He slides his hand up from where he had been stroking Hythlodaeus and pushes him forcefully down into the mattress. Each stroke of his hips becomes more forceful and each breath more ragged as Hythlodaeus coaxes him further into pleasure.

Emet presses his face into Hythlodaeus' hair to try and smother what gratified sounds come from him as his body begins to give in to the desire - even a stranged cry of Hythlodaeus' own name - but pitches his to the side shortly after so as to not choke his words.

The hard thrusting and the sounds Emet is making leave Hythlodaeus in a state of oversensitive bliss, even closing his eyes to commit it to memory better. Oh, but he'll never forget this. His own breathing slowly comes down from its frantic pace and he lets out a contented sigh as his lover comes inside him. He tips his head towards him, keeping hold of him so that he can't pull out, wanting to stay connected for just that bit longer.

Eventually, he murmurs into Emet's ear, in almost a purr. "I can't believe you picked me up..."

It's as if it's been at the back of his mind this whole time, just waiting for him to have a clear head again so that he can giggle at it. It's quiet and fond, not mocking. Actually, Hythlodaeus kind of thinks it was hot, though who knows how the exertion has affected his partner. For his part, Hythlodaeus recovers quickly, tracing shapes with the tips of his fingers around the imprints his nails left in Emet-Selch's back. He's still a flushed mess, hair dishevelled, neck bruised- but he's happy, truly.

Emet lets his head sink against Hythlodaeus' chest. He makes no further effort to move, only to catch the breath that has escaped him somewhere along the way.

There is only the sound of them breathing until Hythlodaeus speaks, and having the quiet cut with such a tone of voice is enough to get Emet to look up at him with hazy adoration. His friend; His beautiful, wonderful, bothersome mess that he's missed for so long. Tease as they might about silencing him, Oh, if only he spoke in such a way more often.

"I may have lived on this star for many more years compared to you, but I'm far from enfeebled." Emet hums in return. Although even as he says it, he's aware of the impending pain he'd inflicted on himself. It's certain to be a source of regret come morning.

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