"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."
[ 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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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...]