[ 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. ]
[He likes the sound of that. Now and always... It makes him stroke himself faster, more feverishly. He pulls Emet-Selch in closer by the grip on his hair, murmuring against his lips.]
I am yours, my love. I always have been...
[Long before he realised what was happening, he'd belonged to Hades. He knows it now, understands why nobody else could have hoped to catch his attention. His heart had simply already been claimed.]
[ He repeats, groaning as Hythlodaeus tugs his hair. He could watch Hythlodaeus stroke himself off and finish himself that way and it would be lovely. But he also can't protest being closer to him as he continues to thrust his hips, more fervently than even before.
"I always have been" ... it's nearly enough to undo him, moaning again as he presses into Hythlodaeus' body as deep as he possibly can, hoping to get deeper within him still as his orgasm stirs within him. ]
[He's honestly nearly at his own peak, the words and the thrusting and the stroking all too much for him. He whimpers as Emet-Selch thrusts harder, toes curling.]
Ah, Hades...
[He can't form any more words- he spills onto his stomach and moans, tightening around his lover as he keeps moving. His sight shifts to watch Hades' soul as he does so, letting that comforting hue envelope him. How did he get so lucky, he wonders...]
[ Hearing his name again is enough for Emet-Selch too. As Hythlodaeus tightens around him, he calls out as he comes. Fingers trace absently over the remaining lace Hythlodaeus is wearing, and he slowly comes down to rest their bodies against one another.
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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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[He likes the sound of that. Now and always... It makes him stroke himself faster, more feverishly. He pulls Emet-Selch in closer by the grip on his hair, murmuring against his lips.]
I am yours, my love. I always have been...
[Long before he realised what was happening, he'd belonged to Hades. He knows it now, understands why nobody else could have hoped to catch his attention. His heart had simply already been claimed.]
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[ He repeats, groaning as Hythlodaeus tugs his hair. He could watch Hythlodaeus stroke himself off and finish himself that way and it would be lovely. But he also can't protest being closer to him as he continues to thrust his hips, more fervently than even before.
"I always have been" ... it's nearly enough to undo him, moaning again as he presses into Hythlodaeus' body as deep as he possibly can, hoping to get deeper within him still as his orgasm stirs within him. ]
Good. I ... will not ... give you up ever again.
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Ah, Hades...
[He can't form any more words- he spills onto his stomach and moans, tightening around his lover as he keeps moving. His sight shifts to watch Hades' soul as he does so, letting that comforting hue envelope him. How did he get so lucky, he wonders...]
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Yes, this was a very good idea indeed. ]