"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
[Hythlodaeus squeezes more of the lubricant down Hades' crack onto his cock, letting it dribble even further. It is a tight fit, so he presses in slowly, stopping about halfway in as he lets out an airy moan.]
[And then his hands are upon him, rubbing down his back to his shoulders, then around to squeeze his chest. He rubs one pec in his large, strong hand as the other goes down between Hades' legs to ease his tightness.]
[He takes him into his palm, slicking it with some of the run off and squeezing him firmly.]
[Hades is left wondering if he's taken anyone so large before—sure, he's taken Hythlodaeus many times, but their size difference wasn't so...grand, then. He feels far from a virgin, but this certainly is reminding him of how intense this can be. As Hyth pushes further in, and he feels himself stretch and adjust to him, his breaths get deeper and more controlled.
It helps that Hythlodaeus rubs at his back and shoulders, giving his chest that delightful squeeze, one hand remaining there while the other tends to his needy cock. All of it helps ease him against Hythlodaeus' own, and he breathes out pleased sighs as he gently begins to rock against him, blissful warmth enveloping him—]
What?
[The question catches him, and he's left being made pointedly aware that Hythlodaeus is not fully in. That there's more to go. He had indeed beheld his cock before now, but he had failed to truly realize...well, anyway. With a thick swallow, and his hands grasping at his sheets, he glances back at Hythlodaeus, his eyes having shot open at the question, but now they're settled into a half-lidded and lustful stare.]
Mmm...yes. I want all of you—but take it slow. Loath that I am to admit such restraint is necessary...
[His brows raise, then lower slowly as a grin spreads across his face.]
I'm only halfway in, so...
[He stays still for a moment before pulling back, then rolls his hips to fuck him gently with half of his length as he continues to stroke Hades. If he spills like this, well... They could always go again, he figures. Maybe he would hold on...]
[Honestly, he might not last himself— He was so tight, and the sight was so sweet. He runs his free hand from Hades' buttocks, up his back, fingers brushing the undershave before he grasps the hair at the back of his head.]
[He sounds a little...not worried. Perhaps strained? In disbelief? Yet, there's a challenging sort of tone to it, as if he's up for such a perilous journey. He is, but that does not mean he is not heeding the dangers thereof.
Of course, the gentle fucking that Hythlodaeus leans into, not pressing further in than what he's already gone certainly helps. But is it ever a tight squeeze, and it takes so much concentration to keep himself from clamping down on him. To keep himself relaxed, but it also feels incredible. Each movement sending waves of pleasure through him, leaving his extremities tingling from the intensity of it all.
But then he feels that hand, hot against his skin as it trails down his back, leaving hot tingling trails of arousing sensations in its wake. The fingers brushing through his undershave leaves him shuddering, his body getting goosebumps from it, but further still when he feels him grasp his hair. He lets out a throaty gasp at that, his cock pointedly pulsing in Hythlodaeus' hand, and he worries he might spill from the absolute overwhelm of everything.
But he tries to keep himself from doing so, rocking as he can against him, trying to help ease Hythldaeus in...even if he can feel that slide against his prostate, giving him jolts of overwhelming heat and ecstasy.]
[That earns him a discontent noise—almost like a squawk, but somehow a little more dignified.]
What?! Hythlodaeus—!
[That's not—who does Hythlodaeus think he is!? With some pointed defiance, he presses back against him, trying to take more of him in—but that's a mistake. Clearly all part of his lover's scheme, because as he presses himself down on his cock, everything comes to a head. Or, rather, merely he comes. With the sensations of everything overwhelming his mind and body, and with an emphatic pulse of pleasure burning down his spine and settling into the build of pressure in his groin...he makes a mess of his bed and Hythlodaeus' hand both.
Of course such a mess is not the only indicator of such, for likewise it is accompanied by the pleasured gasps and groans as his orgasm racks his body, leaving him quaking from it all. Of course he cannot help but thrust into Hythlodaeus' hand, riding out his orgasm as much as he can, which in turn services Hythlodaeus' own cock. How convenient!]
[How convenient indeed. He lets Hades come, moving on him as he wants. He's still not really giving him the whole thing, but he will.]
[Hythlodaeus bides his time, letting Hades have his afterglow. He slowly lets go of his hair, hand rubbing the back of his neck for a moment. But sure enough he begins to move again, and his arms come down on either side of Hades. That veil of hair falls down in front of him. With nothing to stop his movement, he presses in to the hilt with a satisfying little slap.]
[He's certainly lost in his afterglow when he begins to feel Hythlodaeus move again, nearly limp and certainly loose from the satisfaction of it all. But sure enough, he feels him drive in deeper, and what tension he had is gone as he hilts himself.
Well, it's not entirely gone, because the pressure of feeling so much of him inside is...well, it's certainly hot, for one thing, and for another it's pretty damn intense and filling for lack of a better word. It certainly makes him throb, but he knows it'll be a minute before he'll get hard again.
...Doesn't mean he can't enjoy the sensation. With a wry laugh, he glances back over his shoulder at him with a matching smirk. Pointedly, he rolls his hips against him.]
Indeed... [His voice is low and throaty.] Best not hold back now--I will not be truly satisfied until I feel you release inside me.
It'll take more than this for me to release, but you knew this. ...I'll stop if you touch my arm.
[He presses him down against the bed with more than just the suggestion of his hips. With Hades' hips flush with the bedding, he finally starts pumping into him with his intended speed and strength. ]
[Should he be ashamed about how hard he's fucking Hades? ...Probably. But it also wasn't impossible that he could find it in his twisted, little heart to enjoy this.]
[The only shame there should be is if Hades didn't enjoy this, and with the muffled sounds and strained whimpers he makes against the bed, and the ways his legs jolt and twitch with each inward thrust...well, it might be questionable to the unfamiliar observer. However, to those who know that Hades has a bit of a masochistic streak, this is more than pleasurable to him.
The deep ache of each thrust, the intense pressure of that thick phallus thrusting into him, hard, quick, and deep. It's certainly a lot, and there's a couple moments he considers touching Hythlodaeus' arm--but he doesn't. He enjoys it, and instead he grips the bedding as he feels his semi-hard cock press against the mattress with each slap of Hythlodaeus' hips.]
[ Hades is eventually rewarded for his tenacity when the next thrust causes a loud cracking sound somewhere below them. Then the bed shifts and slants at quite the steep angle, sending them rolling onto the floor.]
Oh!
[ Is all he manages to say as he holds onto Hades instead of anything that might prevent their tumbling to the floor.]
[Well, that's certainly not expected. Far from, really. He almost doesn't notice the cracking sound, with how wrapped up in the brutality of Hythlodaeus' thrusting—it's the rolling into the floor that makes him snap back into reality with an undignified squawk of surprise. At least Hythlodaeus is able to keep hold of him, and while he's drunk with endorphins and pleasure, utterly incapable of bracing himself for impact.
Once they've landed, a little roughly, on the floor, Hades cannot help but let out a groan as he tries again to orient himself.]
...Well do I know you missed me, and even better do I love your passion...but less did I expect you to break my bed in the midst of it...ere you could even finish, no less.
[If he wasn't so worn from it all, he might have even laughed, but at least the amusement in his tone fosters no ire nor animosity.]
There is little to be done about the bed, but what of you, hm?
[No broken bed is gonna keep him from getting Hythlodaeus off. No sir.]
[He laughs, the joy clear and warm coming through his laugh with Hades' squawk]
They build their things to break here, I see. I hadn't thought my pace was too much... And it will take much more than that to deter me.
[He rolls Hades to on top of him, resituating his hands on his hips as he begins his thrusting anew. He gazes up at him through his white lashes and half-lidded eyes as he resumes happily doing all the work.]
Brace upon my knees, and I shall spend myself inside of you.
None can compare to that which we of Amaurot can make, well do you know this. And, that such a setback would little count as one for your love making, is that which I well know.
[But he will cede that mortals are exceedingly bad at creating much of anything. It almost seems purposeful after a point. However, with Hythlodaeus rolling him on top, he barely gets a moment to properly think before those thrusts continue, and he tenses for only a moment. Then, he gives way to them, eases into the press of Hythlodaeus' thick phallus, his body aching from both being worn and pleasured.
With a nod, his half-lidded gaze resting on Hythlodaeus' features, he does just as he's told. Bracing himself on his knees, he readies himself for those telling thrusts. For the warmth of his lover to fill him as he already is. Looks forward to it, hungers for it, and the soft breaths and gasps of pleasure are quite the testament.]
[Hythlodaeus' gaze stays trained upon Hades' features as well...]
[Which is how he notices the odd wobble, the glint of light from the stone set on his head as he begins his bucking. Without breaking his steady pace, blank look on his face, he reaches up and peels the "eye" from Hades' forehead and stares at it in his palm.]
[It takes. But a moment. For that to register. For him to realize what that sensation was on his forehead, why his skin there suddenly feels exposed, and when his eyes crack open to see Hythlodaeus more interested in his Garlean eye than the fact he is thrusting his cock into his depths, he can't help but sputter with annoyance.]
Did you—give me that!
[This is the most unarousing thing he has ever had to deal with mid-coitus, and he is furious. Swiftly does he reach out, trying to grab at the "eye", his face red with both annoyance, arousal, and humiliation.]
[Hythlodaeus acts out of instinct as he tosses over his shoulder, far out of Hades' reach.]
You may have it when I'm finished with you.
[It goes clattering over the wooden floor, sounding like it stops somewhere underneath the fridge. He readjusts his hands, placing them on either side of Hades' muscular core, gripping him firmly as the corners of his mouth pull up at the sight of his reddened face. His hips meet his soft ass again and again as he looks up at him with a smug smile. ]
[There's an angry, strangled noise that escapes him as his eyes grow wide with Hythlodaeus tossing the thing away like it was nothing but silly garbage. However, that anger can only hold up for so long against those steady thrusts. And while he's seething, his body seems fit to listen more to the cock that's pounding into him, than the frustrations at the situation otherwise.
Finding need to stabilize himself, he grips Hythlodaeus' knee again, glowering down at him. However, his face is twisting with pleasure as the steady rhythm of his cock pressing into him, rubbing against his prostate in a way that leaves him weak, his legs quivering with each nudge. His own spent cock semi-hard again, a bead of pre forming at the tip as it sways with each rock of those hips against his ass.
But that smirk is so irritating, yet at the same time, arousing. He...missed this. So very much. So much, that he's using that newfound purchase and rocking his own hips downward, flexing himself around Hythlodaeus' cock, aiming to make him climax sooner than the other might have wanted. A punishment, for the audacity of peeling off his eye!]
[Hythlodaeus smiles as he watches his expressions go on a little journey. He sits up, holding him around the lower back as he rocks forward to put his feet underneath himself and begins to stand effectively stealing Hades' leverage from him.]
Now, now... [He chides softly, as he takes him, still buried deep, over to the balcony. He slides that glass door open, the cool night breeze meeting Hades' back as he looks into his eyes.]
[It's little only his expression that goes through a journey, but so too the noises that escape him. Myriad mixes of surprise, pleasure, and defiant gasps, murmurs, and grunts. Though, his grip changes from Hythlodaeus' legs to his torso properly when he's lifted and carried.
It takes only a nanosecond for him to realize where they are going, and how useless any fight will be. Instead, he buries his face against Hythlodaeus' neck as he grouses his distate and hides the heat in his face. Of course the thought of such exposure leaves him hot and tingling, but he can ill afford to truly encourage this.
As if this reaction in and of itself wasn't encouragment enough. Instead, he uses the grip of his arms and legs to rock against Hythlodaeus more, refusing to acquiesce so easily. His mouth nipping at his throat, capturing a bite of skin between his teeth as his tongue brushes against it. Lips fastening tight against the spot as he draws on it roughly, aiming to leave a handsome mark.]
[Unfortunately, it is impossible for Hades to discourage him, and what he's doing isn't even close to that either. He sighs softly against the marking of his neck as he steps out onto the balcony into the cool night air. He closes the door behind them and then turns, pressing Hades' back against the cool glass, breathing hot against his ear.]
Careful with your sounds, or someone will surely hear you. And if they hear you, I will allow them to see you.
[He begins his thrusting again, aware and careful of the breakable nature of all the things around them, apparently. But this... This would be a joyous thing to remember. He peers down at him, looking at him in the haze of the city lights.]
[If that does not get his heart going, then nothing will. Not only the words, nor the threat itself, but the hot breath against his ear leaves him covered in goosebumps. How long has it been since he's felt this sort of thrill? This measure of exposure and—while not exactly dangerous—threat? To be made seen in such a precarious situation, to be humiliated...
The cool glass against his bare skin inspires sharp intake of breath, but that is soon forced out as Hythlodaeus' hips begin slapping into his own. His hefty length filling him again, and again, and again... That he would find himself stiffening once more, his body hot and sweaty from exertion, yet craving each buck Hythlodaeus gifts him.
Doing his utmost, he keeps his gasps and pleased sounds to a minimum. Even as they fight to be cried out into the crisp night air.
Likewise, his eyes find themselves on Hythlodaeus, his legs and hands holding tight to him, rocking against him in earnest. Though, like his lover, he is careful of the glass that supports him. Another danger that sends a burning tingle of arousal through him. Though, in reality, he has little desire to actually break the glass, but the danger hanging over his head like Hythlodaeus' salacious smile, well...]
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[And then his hands are upon him, rubbing down his back to his shoulders, then around to squeeze his chest. He rubs one pec in his large, strong hand as the other goes down between Hades' legs to ease his tightness.]
[He takes him into his palm, slicking it with some of the run off and squeezing him firmly.]
...More?
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It helps that Hythlodaeus rubs at his back and shoulders, giving his chest that delightful squeeze, one hand remaining there while the other tends to his needy cock. All of it helps ease him against Hythlodaeus' own, and he breathes out pleased sighs as he gently begins to rock against him, blissful warmth enveloping him—]
What?
[The question catches him, and he's left being made pointedly aware that Hythlodaeus is not fully in. That there's more to go. He had indeed beheld his cock before now, but he had failed to truly realize...well, anyway. With a thick swallow, and his hands grasping at his sheets, he glances back at Hythlodaeus, his eyes having shot open at the question, but now they're settled into a half-lidded and lustful stare.]
Mmm...yes. I want all of you—but take it slow. Loath that I am to admit such restraint is necessary...
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I'm only halfway in, so...
[He stays still for a moment before pulling back, then rolls his hips to fuck him gently with half of his length as he continues to stroke Hades. If he spills like this, well... They could always go again, he figures. Maybe he would hold on...]
[Honestly, he might not last himself— He was so tight, and the sight was so sweet. He runs his free hand from Hades' buttocks, up his back, fingers brushing the undershave before he grasps the hair at the back of his head.]
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[He sounds a little...not worried. Perhaps strained? In disbelief? Yet, there's a challenging sort of tone to it, as if he's up for such a perilous journey. He is, but that does not mean he is not heeding the dangers thereof.
Of course, the gentle fucking that Hythlodaeus leans into, not pressing further in than what he's already gone certainly helps. But is it ever a tight squeeze, and it takes so much concentration to keep himself from clamping down on him. To keep himself relaxed, but it also feels incredible. Each movement sending waves of pleasure through him, leaving his extremities tingling from the intensity of it all.
But then he feels that hand, hot against his skin as it trails down his back, leaving hot tingling trails of arousing sensations in its wake. The fingers brushing through his undershave leaves him shuddering, his body getting goosebumps from it, but further still when he feels him grasp his hair. He lets out a throaty gasp at that, his cock pointedly pulsing in Hythlodaeus' hand, and he worries he might spill from the absolute overwhelm of everything.
But he tries to keep himself from doing so, rocking as he can against him, trying to help ease Hythldaeus in...even if he can feel that slide against his prostate, giving him jolts of overwhelming heat and ecstasy.]
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[He doesn't press him further than this. He figures if he can make him come, he can earn what he wants to do next.]
[And in no way would he do this with someone that wasn't Hades.]
That's right, and I'm going to make you finish with it.
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What?! Hythlodaeus—!
[That's not—who does Hythlodaeus think he is!? With some pointed defiance, he presses back against him, trying to take more of him in—but that's a mistake. Clearly all part of his lover's scheme, because as he presses himself down on his cock, everything comes to a head. Or, rather, merely he comes. With the sensations of everything overwhelming his mind and body, and with an emphatic pulse of pleasure burning down his spine and settling into the build of pressure in his groin...he makes a mess of his bed and Hythlodaeus' hand both.
Of course such a mess is not the only indicator of such, for likewise it is accompanied by the pleasured gasps and groans as his orgasm racks his body, leaving him quaking from it all. Of course he cannot help but thrust into Hythlodaeus' hand, riding out his orgasm as much as he can, which in turn services Hythlodaeus' own cock. How convenient!]
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[Hythlodaeus bides his time, letting Hades have his afterglow. He slowly lets go of his hair, hand rubbing the back of his neck for a moment. But sure enough he begins to move again, and his arms come down on either side of Hades. That veil of hair falls down in front of him. With nothing to stop his movement, he presses in to the hilt with a satisfying little slap.]
It is what you wanted, is it not?
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Well, it's not entirely gone, because the pressure of feeling so much of him inside is...well, it's certainly hot, for one thing, and for another it's pretty damn intense and filling for lack of a better word. It certainly makes him throb, but he knows it'll be a minute before he'll get hard again.
...Doesn't mean he can't enjoy the sensation. With a wry laugh, he glances back over his shoulder at him with a matching smirk. Pointedly, he rolls his hips against him.]
Indeed... [His voice is low and throaty.] Best not hold back now--I will not be truly satisfied until I feel you release inside me.
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[He presses him down against the bed with more than just the suggestion of his hips. With Hades' hips flush with the bedding, he finally starts pumping into him with his intended speed and strength. ]
[Should he be ashamed about how hard he's fucking Hades? ...Probably. But it also wasn't impossible that he could find it in his twisted, little heart to enjoy this.]
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[The only shame there should be is if Hades didn't enjoy this, and with the muffled sounds and strained whimpers he makes against the bed, and the ways his legs jolt and twitch with each inward thrust...well, it might be questionable to the unfamiliar observer. However, to those who know that Hades has a bit of a masochistic streak, this is more than pleasurable to him.
The deep ache of each thrust, the intense pressure of that thick phallus thrusting into him, hard, quick, and deep. It's certainly a lot, and there's a couple moments he considers touching Hythlodaeus' arm--but he doesn't. He enjoys it, and instead he grips the bedding as he feels his semi-hard cock press against the mattress with each slap of Hythlodaeus' hips.]
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Oh!
[ Is all he manages to say as he holds onto Hades instead of anything that might prevent their tumbling to the floor.]
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Once they've landed, a little roughly, on the floor, Hades cannot help but let out a groan as he tries again to orient himself.]
...Well do I know you missed me, and even better do I love your passion...but less did I expect you to break my bed in the midst of it...ere you could even finish, no less.
[If he wasn't so worn from it all, he might have even laughed, but at least the amusement in his tone fosters no ire nor animosity.]
There is little to be done about the bed, but what of you, hm?
[No broken bed is gonna keep him from getting Hythlodaeus off. No sir.]
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They build their things to break here, I see. I hadn't thought my pace was too much... And it will take much more than that to deter me.
[He rolls Hades to on top of him, resituating his hands on his hips as he begins his thrusting anew. He gazes up at him through his white lashes and half-lidded eyes as he resumes happily doing all the work.]
Brace upon my knees, and I shall spend myself inside of you.
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[But he will cede that mortals are exceedingly bad at creating much of anything. It almost seems purposeful after a point. However, with Hythlodaeus rolling him on top, he barely gets a moment to properly think before those thrusts continue, and he tenses for only a moment. Then, he gives way to them, eases into the press of Hythlodaeus' thick phallus, his body aching from both being worn and pleasured.
With a nod, his half-lidded gaze resting on Hythlodaeus' features, he does just as he's told. Bracing himself on his knees, he readies himself for those telling thrusts. For the warmth of his lover to fill him as he already is. Looks forward to it, hungers for it, and the soft breaths and gasps of pleasure are quite the testament.]
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[Which is how he notices the odd wobble, the glint of light from the stone set on his head as he begins his bucking. Without breaking his steady pace, blank look on his face, he reaches up and peels the "eye" from Hades' forehead and stares at it in his palm.]
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Did you—give me that!
[This is the most unarousing thing he has ever had to deal with mid-coitus, and he is furious. Swiftly does he reach out, trying to grab at the "eye", his face red with both annoyance, arousal, and humiliation.]
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You may have it when I'm finished with you.
[It goes clattering over the wooden floor, sounding like it stops somewhere underneath the fridge. He readjusts his hands, placing them on either side of Hades' muscular core, gripping him firmly as the corners of his mouth pull up at the sight of his reddened face. His hips meet his soft ass again and again as he looks up at him with a smug smile. ]
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Finding need to stabilize himself, he grips Hythlodaeus' knee again, glowering down at him. However, his face is twisting with pleasure as the steady rhythm of his cock pressing into him, rubbing against his prostate in a way that leaves him weak, his legs quivering with each nudge. His own spent cock semi-hard again, a bead of pre forming at the tip as it sways with each rock of those hips against his ass.
But that smirk is so irritating, yet at the same time, arousing. He...missed this. So very much. So much, that he's using that newfound purchase and rocking his own hips downward, flexing himself around Hythlodaeus' cock, aiming to make him climax sooner than the other might have wanted. A punishment, for the audacity of peeling off his eye!]
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Now, now... [He chides softly, as he takes him, still buried deep, over to the balcony. He slides that glass door open, the cool night breeze meeting Hades' back as he looks into his eyes.]
Perhaps you need a little fresh air?
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It takes only a nanosecond for him to realize where they are going, and how useless any fight will be. Instead, he buries his face against Hythlodaeus' neck as he grouses his distate and hides the heat in his face. Of course the thought of such exposure leaves him hot and tingling, but he can ill afford to truly encourage this.
As if this reaction in and of itself wasn't encouragment enough. Instead, he uses the grip of his arms and legs to rock against Hythlodaeus more, refusing to acquiesce so easily. His mouth nipping at his throat, capturing a bite of skin between his teeth as his tongue brushes against it. Lips fastening tight against the spot as he draws on it roughly, aiming to leave a handsome mark.]
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Careful with your sounds, or someone will surely hear you. And if they hear you, I will allow them to see you.
[He begins his thrusting again, aware and careful of the breakable nature of all the things around them, apparently. But this... This would be a joyous thing to remember. He peers down at him, looking at him in the haze of the city lights.]
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The cool glass against his bare skin inspires sharp intake of breath, but that is soon forced out as Hythlodaeus' hips begin slapping into his own. His hefty length filling him again, and again, and again... That he would find himself stiffening once more, his body hot and sweaty from exertion, yet craving each buck Hythlodaeus gifts him.
Doing his utmost, he keeps his gasps and pleased sounds to a minimum. Even as they fight to be cried out into the crisp night air.
Likewise, his eyes find themselves on Hythlodaeus, his legs and hands holding tight to him, rocking against him in earnest. Though, like his lover, he is careful of the glass that supports him. Another danger that sends a burning tingle of arousal through him. Though, in reality, he has little desire to actually break the glass, but the danger hanging over his head like Hythlodaeus' salacious smile, well...]