And true to his word he is, knocking on the door to Hythlodaeus' apartment, a pretty purple vase held in his hand with equally pretty purple and white flowers filling it. They are quite peculiar however, as their petals seem closed, as if they haven't bloomed, hiding their beauty from view.
When the door is answered Hermes gives his friend a smile, cradling the vase against his chest.
"Hermes, come in." He eyes the flowers, curious. They seem pretty even if they aren't opened yet. Stepping aside to let Hermes in, he closes the door behind him and tilts his head at the gift.
"You brought me flowers? How very romantic. I don't think anyone has ever brought me flowers before." He can't help but to tease, though he's being truthful- he doesn't recall anyone ever giving him flowers.
Romantic huh? What a choice of words there Hythlodaeus. His teasing works as Hermes' tan cheeks begin to deepen in color immediately.
"Really? No one ever has?"
He finds that hard to believe but Hythlodaeus isn't one to lie either. The vase is offered with a small dip of his head and once it's taken he begins to explain.
"I have spent the past week creating this concept for your review...and for your keeping. I think you will enjoy them, but to do so fully you'll be in need of your lyre."
Taking the vase, he moves to set it on the table in the kitchen- it'll brighten the place up, he thinks. Though he does seem intrigued by the idea of them being a concept that needs reviewing. They're simply flowers, are they not?
"A concept for my review, hm? And I need my lyre, you say? Very well, give me but a moment to fetch it..."
It's in his bedroom, so he heads in there to pick it up before coming back with it in his hands. "Now then, what must I do? Simply play?"
Old habits die hard and giving Hythlodaeus something to judge was part of the gift giving process itself. It only felt right.
"Yes, play whatever your heart desires."
And if he does just that the flowers will, once the music begins, bloom. If the key of the song is major and light the white middle will glow brightly. If it is a more somber tune they will still open but the light will be dimmer and have a blue hue to it.
He plays the tune he'd heard in Insincerity, the one accompanying the scenery of Amaurot. It had taken him a little bit to put it to the lyre, but he'd managed it. The flowers bloom and Hythlodaeus smiles, and once the song is over he sets aside the lyre and touches at the petals.
"They are beautiful. Flowers that bloom to music- an interesting concept. I imagine a room full of these would be wonderful with music accompanying them."
Perhaps with the lights dimmed in that room, they would glow ever brighter. Turning to Hermes, he smiles. "I quite like them. Thank you. Will they wilt?"
He seems delighted that Hythlodaeus enjoys the flowers he'd created. They seem to react well to whatever tune his friend had been playing. A lovely tune indeed...
"No, they will not. That is the beauty of them. You need not water them or give them sun - they only need music to truly thrive. Even if you hum or sing to them they will be quite happy."
"Delightful. I will be sure to play to them often."
He moves closer to Hermes, taking his hands in his own and leaning in to kiss him as thanks. "What a thoughtful gift. Thank you, Hermes."
He kisses him again, before smiling up at him coyly. "How should I thank you properly, I wonder?" He doesn't doubt that Hermes came here with innocent intentions- he always does. He likely doesn't need thanks. But Hythlodaeus wants to thank him all the same.
Hands scooped up he's caught off guard when Hythlodaeus kisses him in thanks, unable to keep the blush off his cheeks as he's smiled at in such a devious way. It's true that he came here with innocent intentions. If anything it's an extended apology gift and so it feels wrong to receive something in return.
Even so...
"I wonder..." He echoes his words, unable to stop the flipflop of his stomach. "What do you think would be appropriate?"
He'll go along with whatever Hythlodaeus wants, just like he always intends to.
"I think..." He presses a kiss to Hermes' neck, soft and inviting. "If you come to my bedroom, I can show you."
He misses being with Hermes- though what had transpired last time had been nice, it wasn't enough. He hadn't been able to thank him for that, either. Quietly, he'll consider this as thanks for both.
"Let me make you feel good once more, my friend. I miss it so terribly."
He's doomed. There is no way, in any lifetime or dimension that he could avoid an invitation to Hythlodaeus' bedroom. Not when the lips against his neck are so soft and Hythlodaeus' voice is velvet. The fact he says he misses being intimate with him is simply the cherry on top of it all.
He can't refuse...but why would he at this point.
"I have missed it as well." Granted his desire to fuck had been dampened by feeling so sad. "Please, lead the way."
Hythlodaeus takes his hand and tugs him towards his room, a soft smile on his lips. Once inside he closes the door before pulling Hermes into another kiss, fingers creeping up the front of his shirt while the other hand holds him in place. He's eager, and so he's soon tugging Hermes' shirt off his head and pushing him towards the bed.
Unbuttoning his own shirt and tugging it off, he gestures for Hermes to scoot up along the bed so that he can work on his shoes, before he unzips his trousers and palms at him through his underwear. He wants Hermes to be nice and worked up for this.
Hermes cannot help but stumble a bit as Hythlodaeus tugs him toward the bedroom, nearly tripping over his own feet when the door is closed behind him and he's being dragged into a kiss. It all happens so quickly; Hythlodaeus' lips on his own, fingers crawling up his front before suddenly he's without his shirt. His friend might as well have magicked it away with how quickly he's freed from it.
Well, at least he's clearly into touching him again. Hermes had been worried he wouldn't, after everything that had transpired.
As soon as he finds himself on the bed he's gasping when Hythlodaeus begins to palm him through his pants. It won't take long to get him worked up when he's gone without contact since the park incident. He'd been missing his friend terribly, after all.
He's clearly satisfied with how quickly Hermes responds, groping at him a little more before he tugs his friend's trousers and underwear off his hips and down his thighs, tossing them aside carelessly. With Hermes exposed before him he eyes the man predatorily, a smirk on his lips as he undoes his own trousers and pushes them off.
With both of them free of their clothing he climbs onto the bed and settles between Hermes' legs, kissing him hard. He'd truly missed Hermes. He just wants things to be back to how they were.
It's hard not to be eager when he so desperately missed his friend's attention, convinced that he had ruined everything between them and that he'd never feel his touch again. Hythlodaeus has him stripped down bare quicker than he remembers him ever doing so, his own clothing soon lost on the floor as he's joined on the bed.
There's a passion and wanting behind his kiss, a fervor that takes him by surprise. He's desperate as he presses back, hands finding shoulders as he clings to his friend. He'd missed him terribly. To think he'd almost ruined it all by being a fool...never again would he do such a thing.
He feels Hermes' passion in his own kiss, and it makes him smile as he pulls back to press kisses along his jaw. He grinds down on his partner a few times, impatient, but holds back from proceeding with things too fast because he'd quite like to enjoy this, too.
Though with how soon he's hard and wanting, it's obvious he can't wait for too long- but he does his best, wanting to appreciate Hermes more now that he has him here. His hand smooths down his chest, and he pauses to pinch at his nipple hard before his hand follows the curves of his body down to his thigh. He soon finds Hermes' cock and toys with it, his own twitching with want as his hand accidentally brushes over it.
He's groaning as Hythlodaeus grinds down on him, biting his lower lip between his teeth as he pinches his nipple. The attention is so deliberate, so appreciative that he's left whimpering at the touch of his cock, completely at his friend's mercy. There's a moan of his name as he lifts his hips as he's toyed with, unable to help peppering his face with kisses. He wants to spoil Hythlodaeus, but he's more than happy to let him take the lead.
He simply smiles at those words- why wouldn't he be? Hermes made a mistake, it's true, and it had taken Hythlodaeus some time to accept that. But now that he knows Hermes is truly sorry, what good is there to be had from avoiding him? What else could Hermes do? He wouldn't make him grovel, it wouldn't bring him any kind of pleasure to humiliate a friend that way. And he simply doesn't know if he can cut the man out of his life... he would miss him too dearly, to start with. And if he can forgive him for letting Meteion get away, he can surely forgive him for almost anything.
So yes, he's going to be good to his friend. He's going to spoil him where he can, because he likes to see Hermes feeling something other than distress or sadness. Stroking him slowly, he presses another kiss to his lips, letting out a soft, contented sigh. Eventually he takes them both in his hand, his own cock leaking precum already, and begins to tease the both of them with his thumb. He can't wait too much longer, but he can do his best.
As Hythlodaeus takes both their cocks in hand and toys with them both he can't help but moan desperately. He's far too good at this and knows exactly how to make them him squeal. It's a relief that he's willing to be with him like this, more than he can say. Sure, he's apologized, and sure, he was genuine in doing so, but it's hard for him to forgive himself. He doesn't deserve Hythlodaeus or even Emet-Selch. He doesn't deserve much of anything, or so he believes - and that's his problem.
He feels spoiled. It's hard not to. It's also something he's not against indulging in, not when Hythlodaeus is so willing to let him. He moves him to kiss him back, breathless as he wraps his arms more firmly around his neck, fingers toying with the hairs at the back of his neck. He sighs quietly, breathless. It feels wonderful...but how could it not? Hythlodaeus is wonderful, after all. He bucks up into his hands, desperate but not caring - he doesn't have to hide himself in front of his friend.
Breathing out a soft moan as he strokes them both, he breaks the kiss to smirk a little down at Hermes.
"Well, when you ask so sweetly..."
How could he not oblige? He takes his hand away and conjures a vial of lube, moving to slick his fingers and press two to Hermes' entrance. He pushes in slowly, stretching him gently, watching the expression on his friend's face as he does so. His own cock aches with want, wishing he were inside Hermes, but he has to be somewhat patient.
That smirk is going to be the end of him. Actually Hythlodaeus, in general, would be the end of him if he wasn't already. He's completely at his mercy but that's okay. He's fine with that, especially when he's being given exactly what he wants.
Feeling fingers inside him once again he moans, utterly desperate. It's clear he's been aching for this, wanting it terribly. Was it pathetic that he'd gone for so long his whole life without any intimate contact and now, after having been here for merely a few moons, craved his friend's touch? He'd lived without it before...so why was now any different? Maybe it was a case of not knowing what you were missing out on. If Hermes didn't know any better how could he want what he couldn't have?
He couldn't be happier with the plea, that much is clear from his grin. He withdraws his fingers and uses the rest of the lubricant on his cock, before lining himself up and pressing in- he clearly doesn't need to be told twice. He lets out a shaky breath once he's pressed inside fully, waiting for Hermes to adjust before he starts moving; once he does, he tangles a hand in Hermes' hair and kisses him hard, hips rocking of their own accord.
Oh, it feels so good... not just because he'd gone a short while without any touch, but because he thought he'd lost Hermes. The thought of being without his friend is painful now, as much as he would try to hide that much from him.
There's a palpable relief when he feels Hythlodaeus finally inside him, moaning with delight, back arching off the mattress as they both settle themselves. Once he starts moving though he's done for, especially when fingers find their way into his hair and he's kissed with such a fervent passion.
As Hythlodaeus rocks against him he kisses him back, frenzied as he moves to tug his lower lip between his teeth. He thought he had lost him, lost his chance to have either of his friends period...but Hythlodaeus had been merciful. It's more than he deserves but he's grateful regardless.
He feels the desperation in Hermes' kiss and it makes his hips move all the faster- he won't be able to draw this out, there's no slowing down now. He breathes out hotly against Hermes' lips, his other hand moving to find his cock and fondle it, tugging and squeezing lightly, his thumb rubbing over the slit.
"Oh, Hermes..." He murmurs it against his friend's cheek, before starting to bite at his neck, sucking on the skin and leaving dark bruises that he nips at afterwards.
As soon as his cock is touched he's whimpering, oversensitive as his friend drives him toward the edge of an ever fast approaching orgasm. He won't last long, not when he's teasing him in such a way. Hearing him mutter his name only has his breath hitching in his throat before he's groaning at the feel of teeth.
"H-Hythlodaeus...ah please..." Please what? Not even he knows.
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And true to his word he is, knocking on the door to Hythlodaeus' apartment, a pretty purple vase held in his hand with equally pretty purple and white flowers filling it. They are quite peculiar however, as their petals seem closed, as if they haven't bloomed, hiding their beauty from view.
When the door is answered Hermes gives his friend a smile, cradling the vase against his chest.
"Hello Hythlodaeus."
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"You brought me flowers? How very romantic. I don't think anyone has ever brought me flowers before." He can't help but to tease, though he's being truthful- he doesn't recall anyone ever giving him flowers.
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"Really? No one ever has?"
He finds that hard to believe but Hythlodaeus isn't one to lie either. The vase is offered with a small dip of his head and once it's taken he begins to explain.
"I have spent the past week creating this concept for your review...and for your keeping. I think you will enjoy them, but to do so fully you'll be in need of your lyre."
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"A concept for my review, hm? And I need my lyre, you say? Very well, give me but a moment to fetch it..."
It's in his bedroom, so he heads in there to pick it up before coming back with it in his hands. "Now then, what must I do? Simply play?"
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"Yes, play whatever your heart desires."
And if he does just that the flowers will, once the music begins, bloom. If the key of the song is major and light the white middle will glow brightly. If it is a more somber tune they will still open but the light will be dimmer and have a blue hue to it.
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"They are beautiful. Flowers that bloom to music- an interesting concept. I imagine a room full of these would be wonderful with music accompanying them."
Perhaps with the lights dimmed in that room, they would glow ever brighter. Turning to Hermes, he smiles. "I quite like them. Thank you. Will they wilt?"
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"No, they will not. That is the beauty of them. You need not water them or give them sun - they only need music to truly thrive. Even if you hum or sing to them they will be quite happy."
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He moves closer to Hermes, taking his hands in his own and leaning in to kiss him as thanks. "What a thoughtful gift. Thank you, Hermes."
He kisses him again, before smiling up at him coyly. "How should I thank you properly, I wonder?" He doesn't doubt that Hermes came here with innocent intentions- he always does. He likely doesn't need thanks. But Hythlodaeus wants to thank him all the same.
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Hands scooped up he's caught off guard when Hythlodaeus kisses him in thanks, unable to keep the blush off his cheeks as he's smiled at in such a devious way. It's true that he came here with innocent intentions. If anything it's an extended apology gift and so it feels wrong to receive something in return.
Even so...
"I wonder..." He echoes his words, unable to stop the flipflop of his stomach. "What do you think would be appropriate?"
He'll go along with whatever Hythlodaeus wants, just like he always intends to.
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He misses being with Hermes- though what had transpired last time had been nice, it wasn't enough. He hadn't been able to thank him for that, either. Quietly, he'll consider this as thanks for both.
"Let me make you feel good once more, my friend. I miss it so terribly."
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He can't refuse...but why would he at this point.
"I have missed it as well." Granted his desire to fuck had been dampened by feeling so sad. "Please, lead the way."
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Unbuttoning his own shirt and tugging it off, he gestures for Hermes to scoot up along the bed so that he can work on his shoes, before he unzips his trousers and palms at him through his underwear. He wants Hermes to be nice and worked up for this.
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Well, at least he's clearly into touching him again. Hermes had been worried he wouldn't, after everything that had transpired.
As soon as he finds himself on the bed he's gasping when Hythlodaeus begins to palm him through his pants. It won't take long to get him worked up when he's gone without contact since the park incident. He'd been missing his friend terribly, after all.
"Ah, Hythlodaeus..."
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With both of them free of their clothing he climbs onto the bed and settles between Hermes' legs, kissing him hard. He'd truly missed Hermes. He just wants things to be back to how they were.
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There's a passion and wanting behind his kiss, a fervor that takes him by surprise. He's desperate as he presses back, hands finding shoulders as he clings to his friend. He'd missed him terribly. To think he'd almost ruined it all by being a fool...never again would he do such a thing.
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Though with how soon he's hard and wanting, it's obvious he can't wait for too long- but he does his best, wanting to appreciate Hermes more now that he has him here. His hand smooths down his chest, and he pauses to pinch at his nipple hard before his hand follows the curves of his body down to his thigh. He soon finds Hermes' cock and toys with it, his own twitching with want as his hand accidentally brushes over it.
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"You are truly so wonderful and good to me."
He doesn't deserve it.
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So yes, he's going to be good to his friend. He's going to spoil him where he can, because he likes to see Hermes feeling something other than distress or sadness. Stroking him slowly, he presses another kiss to his lips, letting out a soft, contented sigh. Eventually he takes them both in his hand, his own cock leaking precum already, and begins to tease the both of them with his thumb. He can't wait too much longer, but he can do his best.
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He feels spoiled. It's hard not to. It's also something he's not against indulging in, not when Hythlodaeus is so willing to let him. He moves him to kiss him back, breathless as he wraps his arms more firmly around his neck, fingers toying with the hairs at the back of his neck. He sighs quietly, breathless. It feels wonderful...but how could it not? Hythlodaeus is wonderful, after all. He bucks up into his hands, desperate but not caring - he doesn't have to hide himself in front of his friend.
"Hythlodaeus...please..."
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"Well, when you ask so sweetly..."
How could he not oblige? He takes his hand away and conjures a vial of lube, moving to slick his fingers and press two to Hermes' entrance. He pushes in slowly, stretching him gently, watching the expression on his friend's face as he does so. His own cock aches with want, wishing he were inside Hermes, but he has to be somewhat patient.
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Feeling fingers inside him once again he moans, utterly desperate. It's clear he's been aching for this, wanting it terribly. Was it pathetic that he'd gone for so long his whole life without any intimate contact and now, after having been here for merely a few moons, craved his friend's touch? He'd lived without it before...so why was now any different? Maybe it was a case of not knowing what you were missing out on. If Hermes didn't know any better how could he want what he couldn't have?
"I want you. Inside me."
It isn't a command but a breathless plea.
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Oh, it feels so good... not just because he'd gone a short while without any touch, but because he thought he'd lost Hermes. The thought of being without his friend is painful now, as much as he would try to hide that much from him.
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As Hythlodaeus rocks against him he kisses him back, frenzied as he moves to tug his lower lip between his teeth. He thought he had lost him, lost his chance to have either of his friends period...but Hythlodaeus had been merciful. It's more than he deserves but he's grateful regardless.
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"Oh, Hermes..." He murmurs it against his friend's cheek, before starting to bite at his neck, sucking on the skin and leaving dark bruises that he nips at afterwards.
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"H-Hythlodaeus...ah please..." Please what? Not even he knows.
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