[Much as he does love seeing Hythlodaeus in beautiful clothing, he's definitely getting an itch to get him back out of them already. ]
I said nothing of the sort.
[ He counters, looking down at Hythlodaeus. ]
Nothing is more beautiful than the vibrancy and hue of your soul, [ He curls his fingers under Hythlodaeus's chin gently ] and you don't need to wear clothes for me to see that.
[ Much like how he knows that Hythlodaeus can see his soul as well, despite how he continues to wear the guise of the Garlean emperor. ]
[He smiles at that- moving to climb onto his lap, he leans in for a kiss. Small romantic gestures like that... as long as it's Emet-Selch offering them, he'll fall for it every time.]
You will see me wearing them often enough.
[Straddling his hips, he doesn't move to undress himself- no, Emet-Selch gets to do that. He instead presses a hand to his lover's chest, over his heart; it's obvious that he's seeing his soul now, appreciating who he's with.]
[ So very few people can make Emet-Selch this utterly soft. He barely notices even, without others to scoff at him, and with how very into Hythlodaeus he is at the moment. With a satisfied smile, he leans in for that kiss, giving an affirmative sound within it. ]
I suppose I shall.
[ And he's content enough with that. So he makes quick work of the vest to get it out of the way, sliding his fingers between the buttons of that colorful shirt next so he can sweep them against bare skin before coaxing them out of their loops.
Being appreciated for his true self, for his soul itself even ... he's missed that.]
[He's happy to get the shirt out of the way, the garter belt he's wearing peeking out from the waistband of his trousers. He grins as he slips the shirt off his shoulders, moving to work on Emet-Selch's shirt in return once he's carefully draped his own over the arm of the chair. Heaven forbid he get the new clothing dirty...
The kiss he offers up this time is more intense, with more intent behind it. He wants Emet-Selch riled up before he gets to see what's beneath the trousers. It hopefully won't take long, what with the way the man has been eyeing him in the new outfits.]
[ Emet-Selch eyes the garter belt as Hythlodaeus moves to set his shirt aside (so thoughtful of him to be so careful with it), humming with approval as some of his fingers brush against the delicate fabric. ]
So you are wearing it.
[ Not that he really had many doubts, but. He's so pleased right now, plenty eager to be riled up as he returns the kiss with a bit of a push behind it, pulling at the fastenings of the pants Hythlodaeus is wearing ]
[Like Emet-Selch he's getting riled up too, grabbing a fistful of his partner's hair to keep him locked in the kiss, his other hand smoothing down his bare chest with the shirt now open. He does realise that in this position he can't get his trousers off though, so he shifts to break the kiss and get comfortable on the couch proper. Again, he'll wait for Hades to undress him further; the trousers are loose and sitting enticingly around his hips, and he smirks a little as he waits for his lover to move.]
[ Emet-Selch groans into the kiss when Hythlodaeus grabs onto his hair, eagerly pulling at what he can of the trousers before it's just impossible to actually get them off from this position.
A real shame too, because he liked that. ]
A pity it will have to come off so soon.
[ Not really though. As he emphasizes by not hesitating to pull the pants down and out of the way once Hythlodaeus is reclining properly. Besides, some of the lingerie can stay on, it doesn't all have to go. And he knows they're being gentle with the new clothing, but he lets the pants slip to the floor and leaves them for now. They probably won't get damaged down there, and he's getting more impatient than he was initially expressing. ]
[He's quick to part his legs and pull Emet-Selch in close once he gets the opportunity- he's already growing hard and the thin fabric does nothing to conceal that fact, and he shifts to start tugging his partner's trousers open so that he can slip his hand inside and grope at his cock impatiently. He rather hopes Emet-Selch likes the look of the lacy stockings and underwear he's wearing.]
So... what do you think...?
[Emet-Selch had bought them, after all... surely he thought they'd look good on him.]
[ He does indeed like it, as evidenced by the fact he's getting hard before Hythlodaeus gets his hands on him. Blindly, his fingers trace over the lace now that it's actually exposed rather than hiding beneath fabric. ]
I think I'm very good at what I do.
[ He smirks in his arrogant but charming sort of way before he kisses Hythlodaeus again. It's firm but brief, as he wants to pull back and see his handiwork for himself. Fingers tug at the elastic of the underwear, smoothing against the soft skin beneath though he makes no effort to remove it. ]
Beautiful, as always.
[ It's not cheesy and embarrassing if he says it to Hythlodaeus. ]
[He glows under the compliment- and at knowing that Emet-Selch was getting hard before Hythlodaeus even managed to touch him. Honestly, it's like two compliments in one. He shifts under the teasing touches, heart hammering in his chest with anticipation.]
I can agree with that.
[Emet-Selch always has been good at anything he puts his mind to... this is clearly no exception. His fingers trace up the outline of his lover's cock through his underwear, and he gives him a quick squeeze before moving to pull him in for another kiss.]
You don't fault me for it, do you? [ He asks idly, drawing his tracing fingers forward and directly over Hythlodaeus's cock, underneath the fabric of those lacy bottoms. ] Admiring that which our people shunned?
[ Making a statement, having fashion, etc. etc. He can't help himself though. He's had to occupy himself for many long years in between playing puppetmaster. Emet-Selch groans as Hythlodaeus squeezes him so teasingly. Not even the kiss is enough to fully mask his mild irritation that it ended so soon.
Of course he still returns it greedily, capturing Hythlodaeus's lower lip between his teeth. ]
[He considers it, kissing along Emet-Selch's neck as he does so.]
No... you lived in a world that I did not.
[He squeezes his partner's cock again before slipping his hand into his underwear and stroking him properly. He's pressing hard against his own underwear now, a little breathless.]
But we can speak more of this after, hm?
[He would love to have this conversation but he'd love for Emet-Selch to fuck him into the couch more. He gestures to the laces that are tied in a bow on either side of his hips- a simple tug and the underwear would come loose, without disturbing the rest of the getup.]
[ He tilts his head back quietly as Hythlodaeus kisses him. Of course, this is not the time to have the conversation. But even the great Emet-Selch has his uncertainties from time to time. He had to know. ]
Forgive me.
[ He groans softly, pushing himself against Hythlodaeus's hand. His own follows directions and slides the bows undone. He smirks, looking as Hythlodaeus's length is freed from the cloth confines. ]
[He moves the underwear out of the way, tossing it on top of the pants Emet-Selch had dropped to the floor, and then he starts to push his lover's clothing over his hips to free his cock properly. He pulls him in close, kissing him and grinding his hips upwards, letting their lengths rub together. It coaxes a soft moan from him, and he produces a bottle and presses it to Emet-Selch's chest.]
You won't make me wait much longer, will you love?
[ Emet-Selch groans in appreciation once his cock is free, feeling a sort of pleasure surge within him that he only gets when he's with Hythlodaeus. Glancing down at the bottle against his chest, he gives a soft chuckle. ]
No, I suppose not.
[ He's not one for teasing anyway. Not like Hythlodaeus and Azem always have been. Unfastening the lid of the bottle though he is loathe to take his eyes off of Hythlodaeus and his exquisite form, Emet-Selch wets his fingers and allows Hythlodaeus to take the reins on rubbing them together while he seeks out his entrance. ]
[He does pause to let Emet-Selch start to press into him, but not for long- the feel of their cocks together feels too good, and he wraps his arms around Emet-Selch's shoulders and moans softly.]
Good...
[He wants to pull his love closer, but he knows he needs to be patient and let him work him open. He settles for pressing kisses to his neck instead, cock leaking against his stomach, and every time he grinds upwards he lets out a soft pant or a groan, toes curling as he spreads his legs wider for him.]
[ Emet-Selch would much rather cheat and use magic but he realizes that the build up is part of the process. When it was all to make heirs he didn't really care, but obviously this is quite different.
He hums his approval as Hythlodaeus adjusts, working his finger carefully but quickly to stretch him out, even though his own cock is dripping precum already, longing to press in deeply and claim Hythlodaeus as his own again and again. A second finger joins the first as he tilts his head in a silent plea for more kisses. ]
[He trembles under his fingers, breath shaking. He even pushes down on them greedily, wanting them deeper. He obliges the silent request and kisses him, long and deep, letting out a soft moan as he parts for breath again.]
Ah... my love...
[He presses another kiss to his lips, and when he pulls back there's a burning affection in his eyes, mingled with the lust. He squirms, resisting the urge to stroke himself. He needs more, but he trusts Emet-Selch will want to move on soon enough.]
[ Emet-Selch can't help but to be amused at the way Hythlodaeus presses down on his fingers. It warms him to see his partner so greedy for his touch. But he gets his own indulgences too as Hythlodaeus kisses him.
He thinks he can perhaps just pass into a happy slumber in the lifestream forever when he hears Hythlodaeus call him that and look at him with such tender eyes. But there are things to see to. Like hurrying up to get his lover loose and slick enough for him to truly claim him. As he does the last bit of stretching with his fingers, he manages to get some more of the lube on his free hand to slick himself up. Not much is needed with the way he's already dripping with excitement as it is.
And with more kisses instead of words, he slides those fingers away, replacing them with the head of his cock as he begins to push in with almost too much impatience. ]
[He's sliding in quickly, but Hythlodaeus relaxes himself and even when his breath hitches a little from discomfort, he says nothing. He's just as eager as Emet-Selch is; what is a little pain on the way in compared to how badly he needs this?
And once he's pressed in he pushes down on him further, the same way he had with those fingers, needing his love to go as deep as he can. He's so very greedy for him.]
Don't make me wait... Hades...
[He pulls back from the kiss to urge Emet-Selch to move, cupping his cheek and rubbing his thumb along his skin.]
[ Hythlodaeus is sure lucky that Emet-Selch doesn't tease relentlessly like he and Azem no doubt do. Those greedy motions are enough to make him want to try. Almost. He'd rather feel more of Hythlodaeus than satisfy his craving for amusement at the moment though and he lets it go.
He looks up at Hythlodaeus as though he can't see anything else in the world, and huffs at him. ]
You speak as though I'm planning to abandon you.
[ He definitely isn't, and begins to move right away, not really concerned with being too gentle since Hythlodaeus invited him deeper in already on his own. His body warms quickly to the excitement of taking his lover, and his eyes sweep over the lovely image he's created with lace and strings. So very appreciative of the view. ]
[He gasps as Emet-Selch moves, and curls a fist in his hair with a sigh.]
No... you would never.
[He simply needs him right now, and Hades was taking long enough that he was getting antsy. Besides, he knows that he likes to hear that Hythlodaeus belongs to him. He takes his cock in hand and starts to toy with it, pleasure making him close his eyes briefly and moan. Dressing up had certainly ended well... they should do this more often.]
[ Emet-Selch agrees softly as he starts moving, even more eagerly as he watches Hythlodaeus pleasure himself and moan. Dressing him up certainly had ended well, he knew it was a good idea. Best to keep Hythlodaeus stocked with pretty things... It's a luxury he can grant himself for once. ]
[He huffs, rubbing his thumb over the slit of his cock and biting back something akin to a whimper.]
Whatever you wish to say to me, I would hear it.
[Even if it's simply Emet-Selch declaring Hythlodaeus as his own, or telling him how he feels, or how good he feels around him- he doesn't care, he wants to hear it.]
[ Emet-Selch moans briskly, watching Hythlodaeus touch himself. It's almost too distracting for him to form words at all. But he is, if nothing else, quite good at multi-tasking when he really wants to.
And as if he can read his lover's mind, he feels like he knows what he wants to say. ]
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I said nothing of the sort.
[ He counters, looking down at Hythlodaeus. ]
Nothing is more beautiful than the vibrancy and hue of your soul, [ He curls his fingers under Hythlodaeus's chin gently ] and you don't need to wear clothes for me to see that.
[ Much like how he knows that Hythlodaeus can see his soul as well, despite how he continues to wear the guise of the Garlean emperor. ]
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You will see me wearing them often enough.
[Straddling his hips, he doesn't move to undress himself- no, Emet-Selch gets to do that. He instead presses a hand to his lover's chest, over his heart; it's obvious that he's seeing his soul now, appreciating who he's with.]
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I suppose I shall.
[ And he's content enough with that. So he makes quick work of the vest to get it out of the way, sliding his fingers between the buttons of that colorful shirt next so he can sweep them against bare skin before coaxing them out of their loops.
Being appreciated for his true self, for his soul itself even ... he's missed that.]
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The kiss he offers up this time is more intense, with more intent behind it. He wants Emet-Selch riled up before he gets to see what's beneath the trousers. It hopefully won't take long, what with the way the man has been eyeing him in the new outfits.]
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So you are wearing it.
[ Not that he really had many doubts, but. He's so pleased right now, plenty eager to be riled up as he returns the kiss with a bit of a push behind it, pulling at the fastenings of the pants Hythlodaeus is wearing ]
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[Like Emet-Selch he's getting riled up too, grabbing a fistful of his partner's hair to keep him locked in the kiss, his other hand smoothing down his bare chest with the shirt now open. He does realise that in this position he can't get his trousers off though, so he shifts to break the kiss and get comfortable on the couch proper. Again, he'll wait for Hades to undress him further; the trousers are loose and sitting enticingly around his hips, and he smirks a little as he waits for his lover to move.]
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A real shame too, because he liked that. ]
A pity it will have to come off so soon.
[ Not really though. As he emphasizes by not hesitating to pull the pants down and out of the way once Hythlodaeus is reclining properly. Besides, some of the lingerie can stay on, it doesn't all have to go. And he knows they're being gentle with the new clothing, but he lets the pants slip to the floor and leaves them for now. They probably won't get damaged down there, and he's getting more impatient than he was initially expressing. ]
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So... what do you think...?
[Emet-Selch had bought them, after all... surely he thought they'd look good on him.]
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I think I'm very good at what I do.
[ He smirks in his arrogant but charming sort of way before he kisses Hythlodaeus again. It's firm but brief, as he wants to pull back and see his handiwork for himself. Fingers tug at the elastic of the underwear, smoothing against the soft skin beneath though he makes no effort to remove it. ]
Beautiful, as always.
[ It's not cheesy and embarrassing if he says it to Hythlodaeus. ]
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I can agree with that.
[Emet-Selch always has been good at anything he puts his mind to... this is clearly no exception. His fingers trace up the outline of his lover's cock through his underwear, and he gives him a quick squeeze before moving to pull him in for another kiss.]
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[ Making a statement, having fashion, etc. etc. He can't help himself though. He's had to occupy himself for many long years in between playing puppetmaster. Emet-Selch groans as Hythlodaeus squeezes him so teasingly. Not even the kiss is enough to fully mask his mild irritation that it ended so soon.
Of course he still returns it greedily, capturing Hythlodaeus's lower lip between his teeth. ]
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[He considers it, kissing along Emet-Selch's neck as he does so.]
No... you lived in a world that I did not.
[He squeezes his partner's cock again before slipping his hand into his underwear and stroking him properly. He's pressing hard against his own underwear now, a little breathless.]
But we can speak more of this after, hm?
[He would love to have this conversation but he'd love for Emet-Selch to fuck him into the couch more. He gestures to the laces that are tied in a bow on either side of his hips- a simple tug and the underwear would come loose, without disturbing the rest of the getup.]
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[ He tilts his head back quietly as Hythlodaeus kisses him. Of course, this is not the time to have the conversation. But even the great Emet-Selch has his uncertainties from time to time. He had to know. ]
Forgive me.
[ He groans softly, pushing himself against Hythlodaeus's hand. His own follows directions and slides the bows undone. He smirks, looking as Hythlodaeus's length is freed from the cloth confines. ]
I do rather like that.
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[He moves the underwear out of the way, tossing it on top of the pants Emet-Selch had dropped to the floor, and then he starts to push his lover's clothing over his hips to free his cock properly. He pulls him in close, kissing him and grinding his hips upwards, letting their lengths rub together. It coaxes a soft moan from him, and he produces a bottle and presses it to Emet-Selch's chest.]
You won't make me wait much longer, will you love?
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No, I suppose not.
[ He's not one for teasing anyway. Not like Hythlodaeus and Azem always have been. Unfastening the lid of the bottle though he is loathe to take his eyes off of Hythlodaeus and his exquisite form, Emet-Selch wets his fingers and allows Hythlodaeus to take the reins on rubbing them together while he seeks out his entrance. ]
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Good...
[He wants to pull his love closer, but he knows he needs to be patient and let him work him open. He settles for pressing kisses to his neck instead, cock leaking against his stomach, and every time he grinds upwards he lets out a soft pant or a groan, toes curling as he spreads his legs wider for him.]
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He hums his approval as Hythlodaeus adjusts, working his finger carefully but quickly to stretch him out, even though his own cock is dripping precum already, longing to press in deeply and claim Hythlodaeus as his own again and again. A second finger joins the first as he tilts his head in a silent plea for more kisses. ]
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Ah... my love...
[He presses another kiss to his lips, and when he pulls back there's a burning affection in his eyes, mingled with the lust. He squirms, resisting the urge to stroke himself. He needs more, but he trusts Emet-Selch will want to move on soon enough.]
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He thinks he can perhaps just pass into a happy slumber in the lifestream forever when he hears Hythlodaeus call him that and look at him with such tender eyes. But there are things to see to. Like hurrying up to get his lover loose and slick enough for him to truly claim him. As he does the last bit of stretching with his fingers, he manages to get some more of the lube on his free hand to slick himself up. Not much is needed with the way he's already dripping with excitement as it is.
And with more kisses instead of words, he slides those fingers away, replacing them with the head of his cock as he begins to push in with almost too much impatience. ]
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And once he's pressed in he pushes down on him further, the same way he had with those fingers, needing his love to go as deep as he can. He's so very greedy for him.]
Don't make me wait... Hades...
[He pulls back from the kiss to urge Emet-Selch to move, cupping his cheek and rubbing his thumb along his skin.]
I am yours, if you'll only take me.
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He looks up at Hythlodaeus as though he can't see anything else in the world, and huffs at him. ]
You speak as though I'm planning to abandon you.
[ He definitely isn't, and begins to move right away, not really concerned with being too gentle since Hythlodaeus invited him deeper in already on his own. His body warms quickly to the excitement of taking his lover, and his eyes sweep over the lovely image he's created with lace and strings. So very appreciative of the view. ]
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No... you would never.
[He simply needs him right now, and Hades was taking long enough that he was getting antsy. Besides, he knows that he likes to hear that Hythlodaeus belongs to him. He takes his cock in hand and starts to toy with it, pleasure making him close his eyes briefly and moan. Dressing up had certainly ended well... they should do this more often.]
Speak to me... I want to hear your voice.
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[ Emet-Selch agrees softly as he starts moving, even more eagerly as he watches Hythlodaeus pleasure himself and moan. Dressing him up certainly had ended well, he knew it was a good idea. Best to keep Hythlodaeus stocked with pretty things... It's a luxury he can grant himself for once. ]
And ... what would you have me say?
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[He huffs, rubbing his thumb over the slit of his cock and biting back something akin to a whimper.]
Whatever you wish to say to me, I would hear it.
[Even if it's simply Emet-Selch declaring Hythlodaeus as his own, or telling him how he feels, or how good he feels around him- he doesn't care, he wants to hear it.]
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[ Emet-Selch moans briskly, watching Hythlodaeus touch himself. It's almost too distracting for him to form words at all. But he is, if nothing else, quite good at multi-tasking when he really wants to.
And as if he can read his lover's mind, he feels like he knows what he wants to say. ]
Hythlodaeus, you ... are mine. Now and always.
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