[He doesn't sound convinced and it has Hermes wincing. How could he convey he was being sincere when his words seemed to fall short? He would eagerly do whatever Hythlodaeus wanted him to but what could he possibly do to make things right? Even if he says he appreciates his apology...it doesn't feel like enough. Appreciating an apology isn't the same as accepting or offering forgiveness. Then again, he may not get that.]
And I find no pleasure in being denied your company...
[Really, he doesn't. He already feels alone on a good day - knowing he's at odds with his friends has been agonizing. If G'raha hadn't been around to keep him company or feed him he'd be even more worse for wear than he already is. Hythlodaeus is weary. He can tell that much. It doesn't take a genius or someone with a keen eye to notice. If only there was something he could do.]
I wish there was a way I could show you how sincere I am, that I mean what I say. If there is something I can do please allow me to do it, ask it of me. I will deny no request.
[Truthfully, he doesn't know what Hermes could do. Hythlodaeus isn't the type to want to make him grovel for acceptance, not when he does still like him. Maybe that's enough? To know that he still likes him, and wants to be friends with him?]
I won't make you beg, Hermes. I... still wish to be your friend. I am simply unsure of where to go from here.
[He pauses, before giving him a more sincere smile.]
[He doesn't know what to do, or well...he has one idea but he's loathe to do it. Still, it may be in his best interest to. After all their world was gone. He should focus on the present and who he has left. Swallowing he stays silent for a moment before making a beeline toward his bedroom. He returns without a word, something in hand which he offers to Hythlodaeus - Meteion's brooch.]
...Take it, destroy it. Throw it away. Do what you will with it. It is all I have left of her...but I have no other way of showing you I mean what I say.
[By giving up the only connection he has to his creation maybe Hythlodaeus will realize he's just as important. At the very least he will realize he's serious.]
[He studies the brooch for a moment before tucking it away in his pocket. He'll destroy it later, but not right now. After a few more moments of deliberating, knowing what it meant for Hermes to give up the brooch, he steps forward and opens his arms.]
Oh, come here.
[It's not a cure all for what happened. But he knows that Hermes just did the hardest thing he could do, and at the very least he can appreciate that. He's trying.]
[As soon as Hythlodaeus opens his arms Hermes moves to embrace him, forehead pressed to his shoulder as he clings to the other man. He's made an awful habit of crying these days, more so than he ever allowed himself to. Biting his lip he holds back the tears he feels pricking at the corners of his eyes.
Even so, there's a relief of being able to hold his friend in his arms once again.]
[He murmurs it into Hermes' shoulder, closing his eyes and allowing himself this moment. He really did miss him, even if he's been busy looking after Emet-Selch. And although he can absolutely hold a grudge, he doesn't want to where Hermes is concerned.
That isn't to say that Hermes gets unlimited passes, though. Hythlodaeus won't be so lenient next time.]
[He knows but is that really enough? Would he really accept him still, despite his flaws and what he had done? Seeds of doubt have rooted themselves firmly in the pit of his gut, but that didn't mean they had to bear fruit. For now he would simply defer to Hythlodaeus and what he wished. It was all he could do, even if the mans words, he thinks, would haunt him for quite some time.
He doesn't dare pull back from the embrace, having missed the close contact Hythlodaeus usually shared with him. He doesn't, in honesty, expect much more than this. Whatever intimacy they shared Hermes expects is over. That in of itself hurts to think about, so he tries his best not to. All he can do is think of how he can be of use to his friend.]
...If I can be of use to you in some way, please tell me.
[He rubs Hermes' back, a little ashamed at how quickly his thoughts turned less than innocent. Who can blame him though? He hasn't been intimate with anyone since his lover was stabbed, too worried that Hades would overdo it. He lets go of Hermes after a moment, before finally making himself at home on his couch.]
Perhaps instead of asking me what you should do, you should simply do it?
[He'd appreciate that more than having to tell Hermes what he wants. Whatever Hermes decides, he just wants Hermes to take the initiative here.]
[Hermes' thoughts hadn't been anything but innocent...but now that Hythlodaeus is seated on his couch it's hard not to appreciate how pretty he looks. Sure, he seems tired but it's hard not to be these days. At least he isn't sporting dark circles to the extent Hermes is.
His suggestion comes across as more of an order, but there's nothing wrong with that. If anything it makes things easier.
Well...there is one thing he could do...but he ought to ask permission first. Just because Hythlodaeus is willing to speak with him and hugged him doesn't mean everything is okay.]
[He does think on it for a moment, before nodding. Despite where his thoughts had been straying, he did need to think on if he actually wanted it or if it should just stay in his mind for now.]
Of course.
[Truth be told, he'd missed it. Not just because he'd been touch-starved the past week, either- he simply enjoys being with Hermes.]
[With Hythlodaeus' permission he moves to settle himself between his legs, dropping to his knees as he pushes his friend's apart. He always enjoys being with Hythlodaeus in any capacity...but maybe he can do this for him. At the very least he can make him feel good.
Or that's the goal anyway.
Hands set themselves on his thighs as he rubs them up and down, happy to rest a cheek against one of his knees. There's no particular rush - he's just happy to be able to be with him once more.]
[He'd be lying if he said he didn't like where this was going- Hermes has always looked so good between his legs, after all. He reaches out to stroke at the other man's hair, not in a particular rush either, though anticipation builds nicely in his gut. If this is how Hermes wants to make him feel good, he'll allow it.
He almost asks him how long he'd been waiting to be on his knees for him again, given it happened so quickly- but he wouldn't want to make Hermes feel shy now. Not if it could make him regret doing this. It's not like Hythlodaeus isn't just as eager, and pretending otherwise benefits neither of them.]
[He's been waiting quite awhile, in all honesty, to be back on his knees before him. He's always liked pleasing Hythlodaeus and if this is something he can do that he'll gain pleasure from who is he to deny him?
The fingers against his scalp have him sighing, shoulders slumping as he strokes his palms back down his thighs. A few kisses are pressed through his pants before he moves to fiddle with the clasp and zipper of Hythlodaeus' pants.]
[He does relax, watching Hermes through lidded eyes as he starts to undo his trousers. He certainly wouldn't have thought this would be where the conversation would lead when he was on his way over, but he's glad that they're making up, so to speak.]
How could I refuse such an offer?
[There's some of the old warmth in his voice again, his fingers carefully brushing stray hair from Hermes' face.]
[Hermes thinks he could quite easily refuse such an offer. The fact that he doesn't puts him (somewhat) at ease. At least Hythlodaeus was letting him touch him. At least he could do this. Maybe it's inappropriate to do something like this after such an emotionally charged apology but Hermes isn't exactly thinking straight. Then again...has he really been thinking straight since he arrived in Duplicity? It still all very much feels like a dream he cannot wake up from, even if he knows that's not the case.
Accepting reality has always been difficult for him. It's why he's in trouble in the first place.
Lowering his head he opens the front of Hythlodaeus' pants entirely, palming at his crotch gently before he reaches down past the waistband of his undergarments to free his cock. Gingerly he strokes it, taking his time as his fingers work to make him harder, a few kisses placed up the shaft. Hermes is still rather...inexperienced when it comes to doing this sort of thing, but at least he isn't terrible either. At least Hythlodaeus never minded his inexperience.]
[The inexperience can be a turn on in itself; watching Hermes navigate his cock so gingerly has him stirring quickly, especially when he places those kisses along it. It does feel strange to be doing this after such a conversation, but it seems to be the norm in Duplicity by now- the world revolves around sex, and they've all become accustomed to that.
It doesn't take long for him to harden in Hermes' hand, not after going a week or so with nothing. Honestly just the anticipation alone is doing it for him, and he might have pondered the idea of going a few days without sex every so often if he felt like he could keep his hands off Emet-Selch for more than five minutes. He bites his lip, hand moving to knead at Hermes' shoulder instead for now.]
[Everything Hermes does he does with a sense of caution, at least when he's not worked up over something he deems an injustice. As his friend grows hard in his hand he moves to make use of his mouth, kissing the head of his cock, tongue slipping out to drag over his slit. The touch to his shoulder has him relaxing instinctively - it's a relief, that Hythlodaeus will even touch him right now.
It's nice doing this, especially for someone else. He can take his mind off everything and simply focus on making Hythlodaeus feel good. He deserves to feel good. He deserves far more than Hermes does at any rate.]
[He lets out a pleased sound as Hermes drags his tongue along his slit, vaguely wondering what G'raha would think if he walked in now. Ah well, it adds to the excitement in a way, knowing they could be "caught".
Shifting his hips slightly, he encourages more by squeezing at Hermes' shoulder. He looks good where he is, and dark circles or no Hythlodaeus still finds himself captivated by his eyes. They always were the most beautiful part of him, sad as they were at times.]
[Thankfully, for Hermes' sake, he isn't thinking about whether G'raha could walk in and find them. If he were he'd be embarrassed and probably wouldn't have the nerve to drop to his knees and do what he's doing. Encouraged by Hythlodaeus' touch he parts his lips to take his cock in his mouth, careful as he begins to bob his head and suck away.
As far as prettiness goes, every part of Hythlodaeus is ethereal to Hermes. He's quite lovely, both in looks and demeanor. It's no surprise that many find him agreeable. In contrast Hermes himself finds that he's rather drab and boring; perhaps that self perception would never change. Even so, there is no denying how striking his eyes are, set upon his tan face and framed with dark hair. If anything they stand out even more.]
Mm...
[He hums quietly with his friend's cock in his mouth, pulling back only to trail his tongue from the base of the shaft back up to the tip. It's nice to do this, at least for someone he cares about.]
[As Hermes gets more into it so does Hythlodaeus, feeling his thighs tighten with pleasure as Hermes sucks on his cock. He lets his head fall back and closes his eyes briefly, though the sight is too tempting and he soon opens them again just to watch.
As Hermes licks up the length of him he sighs, pleased, resisting the urge to force his friend's head back down onto his cock. He has to remember that Hermes is still learning, so he's gentle for now. Even if he's still a little bitter, that's no reason to be cruel here. He does move his hand back to his hair, tightening his grip in it slightly, but not enough to interrupt his rhythm.]
[The hand in his hair is welcome, if not encouraged as he swirls his tongue around his cock, lowering himself back down over it once again. He sucks away thoughtfully, enjoying the tactile sensation, a hand moving to fondle and squeeze at his balls. At least Hythlodaeus seemed to be pleased with what he was doing - that was a good thing. He doesn't want to see his friend upset anymore, let alone be upset with him.
A steady rhythm is finally decided upon as he bobs his head and begins to get lost in the task at hand. Maybe he ought to do this more often if given the chance...he does like to please his friends after all.]
[He lets Hermes decide on the pace for a while, though his hips twitch forward as his tongue swirls over the head and he finally lets out a quiet moan. It occurs to him that he might not last as long as he'd like, not when he's watching Hermes work, and by now precum is leaking from the tip of his cock.
He soon starts to guide Hermes to move faster, hand curling into his hair a little harder. As he gets more into it his breath picks up, and he murmurs soft words of encouragement. Certainly as of right now, their argument is drifting further and further from his mind.]
[That moan goes straight to Hermes' own middle as he continues to work away at his friend, deferring to the rhythm Hythlodaeus eventually decides to set for them both. The taste of precum is on his tongue, salty and light. It's familiar and makes him excited at the thought his friend is truly enjoying himself.
Relaxing his jaw he dares to swallow him deeper, tongue pressed up against the underside of his cock. There's a hum of delight and relief. If only this would make everything better. Hermes knows it won't, but he can still, at the very least, humble himself in such a way to his friend.]
[As Hermes takes him deeper his toes curl and he shudders, enjoying the feel of his tongue pressed against the underside of his cock. He starts to feel himself tensing, and soon he can't help himself- as he comes he pushes Hermes down onto his cock with a groan, hand balled tightly into his hair by now, feeling relief wash over him.
He soon lets go, panting softly, and rests his head back against the couch with his eyes shut. It occurs to him that Hermes should probably get something in return, but for the moment he just wants to bask in the afterglow.
Realising he hadn't given his friend any indication of what was going to happen though, he does eventually open his eyes and look down at him.]
[The strength in which Hythlodaeus suddenly grabs him and forces him down on his cock has Hermes gagging, eyes wide as he feels fingers grip and pull at his scalp. It's not unpleasant and it isn't as if he can't catch his breath after, but there is a bit of a struggle in swallowing everything Hythlodaeus gives him.
With a soft sputter he frees himself from his cock, coughing lightly as he wipes at his mouth. Ah...messy. That's to be expected though and from the looks of things it seems like he's enjoyed himself. Sitting back still between his friend's legs he licks at his wrist, cleaning it off with his tongue, skin sticky from where he'd wiped his lips.]
N-No need to apologize...I hope it was enjoyable.
[It must've been. Hythlodaeus looks quite relaxed, certainly more so than he did when he first showed up at his door. As for Hermes? He's quite content, whether he receives something in turn or not. He's just happy to have been able to do something for his friend.]
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And I find no pleasure in being denied your company...
[Really, he doesn't. He already feels alone on a good day - knowing he's at odds with his friends has been agonizing. If G'raha hadn't been around to keep him company or feed him he'd be even more worse for wear than he already is. Hythlodaeus is weary. He can tell that much. It doesn't take a genius or someone with a keen eye to notice. If only there was something he could do.]
I wish there was a way I could show you how sincere I am, that I mean what I say. If there is something I can do please allow me to do it, ask it of me. I will deny no request.
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I won't make you beg, Hermes. I... still wish to be your friend. I am simply unsure of where to go from here.
[He pauses, before giving him a more sincere smile.]
Do you know what to do?
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...Take it, destroy it. Throw it away. Do what you will with it. It is all I have left of her...but I have no other way of showing you I mean what I say.
[By giving up the only connection he has to his creation maybe Hythlodaeus will realize he's just as important. At the very least he will realize he's serious.]
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Oh, come here.
[It's not a cure all for what happened. But he knows that Hermes just did the hardest thing he could do, and at the very least he can appreciate that. He's trying.]
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Even so, there's a relief of being able to hold his friend in his arms once again.]
I apologize, Hythlodaeus...
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[He murmurs it into Hermes' shoulder, closing his eyes and allowing himself this moment. He really did miss him, even if he's been busy looking after Emet-Selch. And although he can absolutely hold a grudge, he doesn't want to where Hermes is concerned.
That isn't to say that Hermes gets unlimited passes, though. Hythlodaeus won't be so lenient next time.]
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He doesn't dare pull back from the embrace, having missed the close contact Hythlodaeus usually shared with him. He doesn't, in honesty, expect much more than this. Whatever intimacy they shared Hermes expects is over. That in of itself hurts to think about, so he tries his best not to. All he can do is think of how he can be of use to his friend.]
...If I can be of use to you in some way, please tell me.
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[He rubs Hermes' back, a little ashamed at how quickly his thoughts turned less than innocent. Who can blame him though? He hasn't been intimate with anyone since his lover was stabbed, too worried that Hades would overdo it. He lets go of Hermes after a moment, before finally making himself at home on his couch.]
Perhaps instead of asking me what you should do, you should simply do it?
[He'd appreciate that more than having to tell Hermes what he wants. Whatever Hermes decides, he just wants Hermes to take the initiative here.]
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His suggestion comes across as more of an order, but there's nothing wrong with that. If anything it makes things easier.
Well...there is one thing he could do...but he ought to ask permission first. Just because Hythlodaeus is willing to speak with him and hugged him doesn't mean everything is okay.]
...Am I still allowed to touch you?
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Of course.
[Truth be told, he'd missed it. Not just because he'd been touch-starved the past week, either- he simply enjoys being with Hermes.]
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Or that's the goal anyway.
Hands set themselves on his thighs as he rubs them up and down, happy to rest a cheek against one of his knees. There's no particular rush - he's just happy to be able to be with him once more.]
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He almost asks him how long he'd been waiting to be on his knees for him again, given it happened so quickly- but he wouldn't want to make Hermes feel shy now. Not if it could make him regret doing this. It's not like Hythlodaeus isn't just as eager, and pretending otherwise benefits neither of them.]
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The fingers against his scalp have him sighing, shoulders slumping as he strokes his palms back down his thighs. A few kisses are pressed through his pants before he moves to fiddle with the clasp and zipper of Hythlodaeus' pants.]
Relax for me...let me take care of everything.
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How could I refuse such an offer?
[There's some of the old warmth in his voice again, his fingers carefully brushing stray hair from Hermes' face.]
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Accepting reality has always been difficult for him. It's why he's in trouble in the first place.
Lowering his head he opens the front of Hythlodaeus' pants entirely, palming at his crotch gently before he reaches down past the waistband of his undergarments to free his cock. Gingerly he strokes it, taking his time as his fingers work to make him harder, a few kisses placed up the shaft. Hermes is still rather...inexperienced when it comes to doing this sort of thing, but at least he isn't terrible either. At least Hythlodaeus never minded his inexperience.]
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It doesn't take long for him to harden in Hermes' hand, not after going a week or so with nothing. Honestly just the anticipation alone is doing it for him, and he might have pondered the idea of going a few days without sex every so often if he felt like he could keep his hands off Emet-Selch for more than five minutes. He bites his lip, hand moving to knead at Hermes' shoulder instead for now.]
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It's nice doing this, especially for someone else. He can take his mind off everything and simply focus on making Hythlodaeus feel good. He deserves to feel good. He deserves far more than Hermes does at any rate.]
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Shifting his hips slightly, he encourages more by squeezing at Hermes' shoulder. He looks good where he is, and dark circles or no Hythlodaeus still finds himself captivated by his eyes. They always were the most beautiful part of him, sad as they were at times.]
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As far as prettiness goes, every part of Hythlodaeus is ethereal to Hermes. He's quite lovely, both in looks and demeanor. It's no surprise that many find him agreeable. In contrast Hermes himself finds that he's rather drab and boring; perhaps that self perception would never change. Even so, there is no denying how striking his eyes are, set upon his tan face and framed with dark hair. If anything they stand out even more.]
Mm...
[He hums quietly with his friend's cock in his mouth, pulling back only to trail his tongue from the base of the shaft back up to the tip. It's nice to do this, at least for someone he cares about.]
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As Hermes licks up the length of him he sighs, pleased, resisting the urge to force his friend's head back down onto his cock. He has to remember that Hermes is still learning, so he's gentle for now. Even if he's still a little bitter, that's no reason to be cruel here. He does move his hand back to his hair, tightening his grip in it slightly, but not enough to interrupt his rhythm.]
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A steady rhythm is finally decided upon as he bobs his head and begins to get lost in the task at hand. Maybe he ought to do this more often if given the chance...he does like to please his friends after all.]
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He soon starts to guide Hermes to move faster, hand curling into his hair a little harder. As he gets more into it his breath picks up, and he murmurs soft words of encouragement. Certainly as of right now, their argument is drifting further and further from his mind.]
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Relaxing his jaw he dares to swallow him deeper, tongue pressed up against the underside of his cock. There's a hum of delight and relief. If only this would make everything better. Hermes knows it won't, but he can still, at the very least, humble himself in such a way to his friend.]
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He soon lets go, panting softly, and rests his head back against the couch with his eyes shut. It occurs to him that Hermes should probably get something in return, but for the moment he just wants to bask in the afterglow.
Realising he hadn't given his friend any indication of what was going to happen though, he does eventually open his eyes and look down at him.]
Ah, my apologies...
[He'd gotten a little carried away.]
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With a soft sputter he frees himself from his cock, coughing lightly as he wipes at his mouth. Ah...messy. That's to be expected though and from the looks of things it seems like he's enjoyed himself. Sitting back still between his friend's legs he licks at his wrist, cleaning it off with his tongue, skin sticky from where he'd wiped his lips.]
N-No need to apologize...I hope it was enjoyable.
[It must've been. Hythlodaeus looks quite relaxed, certainly more so than he did when he first showed up at his door. As for Hermes? He's quite content, whether he receives something in turn or not. He's just happy to have been able to do something for his friend.]
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