"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 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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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...]