"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."
[He makes a gasp deep in his throat as their mouths come together and Hades pulls his hair properly. He grinds his hips against him, quietly annoyed that their heights are so mismatched like this.]
[Though... His hand slides to Hades' hips as they kiss, taking the chance when it breaks to flip him. His cock is pressed hard to his belly by Hades' weight upon it, their faces still close as he reaches back to rub at the cleft of his ass. He would have preferred fuller contact, but... This would have to do, he supposed.]
[The flip is unexpected, but not unwelcome. While there was certainly something especially arousing about having Hythlodaeus' large form above him, he likewise enjoys being on top of him like this. Feeling Hythlodaeus' thick and large dick between them. He can feel a pulsing throb that settles in his groin, making him ache with longing, his breath catching in his throat.
As he stares down at Hythlodaeus with undeniable affection, his expression shifts a moment to surprise and reflection at the question... His last encounter, hm? It takes but a moment for it to come back to him—after all, it was right here on this bed, wasn't it? Oh how he had forgotten those details because he was piss fucking drunk, but now...now he's recalling them.
He fucked the bard—Johann, and while not all the details are coming to him, he does remember it was...well, rather intimate, actually. His face colors a little more thinking back on just how tender it all was, but he presses on. Bringing his face close to Hythlodaeus' own again, he kisses his cheek, and his jaw, whispering between them.]
'Twas not long before you arrived, truth be told. A young bard came to perform for me, but 'twas not merely with his musical instrument that he did.
[He trails himself to Hythlodaeus' ear, nibbling the lobe for a moment, before dragging his tongue along the edge of it. His hips grinding down against him as he does so.]
He was a gentle soul, one attentive and kind. He certainly took his time to attend to me, to treat me with affection and care, he was not a selfish lover. I must wonder if he was taken with me...
Oh my, you’ve never noticed all of your admirers, have you? What is his name?
[He grinds up against him a little, just trying to break this train of thought. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to know, but Hades usually struggled with little. ]
Though if you know not his feelings... what were these circumstances?
[The grind does indeed distract him, and the resulting shudder keeps him from answering him right away. Damn you, Hythlodaeus... In turn, he breathes hotly against his ear, before finally finding his words.]
...Johann, and I was feeling rather morose that day. Well into my cups, and so I contacted him. Thinking that mayhap... [He lays a kiss on his ear, giving another grind of his hips as a soft pleased sound escapes between his lips.] Mayhap hearing his beautiful music may yet lift my spirits.
[Feeling him across his thigh sends a shiver down his spine, and he feels that hot yearning for it to be between his thighs than merely upon them. At the question, his expression shifts to something a little more...vexed.]
... I won't press, just this once. But I will remember.
[And that was a promise.]
[He finds that sliding down quickly places his feet over the edge of the bed. Well. Nothing to be done about it. He guides Hades' cock into his mouth, and though the angle makes it difficult to swallow it, it doesn't stop him from doing his best. And for once, just like that, Hythlodaeus is quiet.]
[Fortunately, Hades is kind enough to release his hold on Hythlodaeus' hair to let him slip down under him, between his raised hips. Yes, it's him who is kind, and not Hythlodaeus who is taking him into his warm mouth. With furrowed brows, he lets his forehead rest against the mattress, his elbows and knees otherwise holding him up.
Though, he cannot help but buck his hips into Hythlodaeus' mouth, the feeling of his lips around such sensitive flesh only further driving his want and need for him. But perhaps the best part of this isn't even the incredible sensation of Hythlodaeus blowing him, it's the cessation of his prattle!]
[ Oh come now. There’s enough hair to hold while lowered. But that’s alright, because Hythlodaeus is more occupied now working a languid rhythm as he snags the lube from its position on the bed. He uncaps it, leisurely wetting his fingers before pressing them between Hades’ cheeks. ]
[And it is too bad that they didn’t have their powers nor bodies. Hythlodaeus would still be able to talk.]
[Not with how entwined his hands were near the scalp! But regardless, he's not exactly in the best position to be pulling his hair, and has even less focus to think of it with those wet fingers pressing against him. Instinctively he juts his hips back against them, pressing into the touch, wanting more than merely pressure on his entrance.
Also too bad nothing, even if Hades hates the stupid music that assails everyone here, it's a whole hell of a lot easier to drown out than Hythlodaeus' nonsensical yammering directly into your mind and soul!]
[Hythlodaeus pops off his cock, unable to hold his tongue.]
Not that you haven't always been eager, but... [He presses a finger into him, chuckling with the ease of it. He notes how easy it is, holding the base of Hades' cock in his other hand.]
Oh, yes. There may be some hope of you taking me yet.
[When he hears Hythlodaeus' voice, he lets out a surprised and annoyed little grunt. His eyes opening as he stares down at him. That mouth is so much better on his cock than yammering away like that. And while he goes to open his mouth to say as much, that finger finds itself inside of him and his words get caught in his throat, coming out as a soft groan instead.
But he collects himself quickly enough, moving his hips downward, trying to press his dick against Hythlodaeus' face.]
If you must work your tongue, do so in a more productive manner. 'Tis not the dulcet tones of your senseless prattle that will ready me for such.
Yet I know where you are your most sensitive. Are you not concerned that you might spill into my mouth too soon?
[He laughs a little as he takes his cock back into his mouth. Yet he can't stop but laugh around it for a moment before he begins sucking it in earnest again. And concentrating, he's quite the force. He slips his finger in to the join of his hand, then withdraws slowly, feeling for the familiar topography.]
[But then Hythlodaeus goes right to work, and he finds himself losing the words in his throat again, especially with the feel of that laugh against his cock. His face twisting with surprise and pleasure as his far too skilled mouth accepts him into its warm and wet depths. Let us not forget that exploring finger, either! His hands are rather big, and so that finger is in kind.
While a lot has changed about Hades, that certainly has not, and so his finger certainly finds his sensitive spots fairly easily. The way he gasps against the bed, and how his legs tremble with each brush of his prostate is proof enough of that.
He was not concerned about coming too soon. Now he is.]
Hy—Hythlodaeus...if you continue, I will—
[With a will of iron, he tries to pull away from his mouth. He doesn't want to come yet, he wants to feel Hythlodaeus inside of him well before that.]
[He’s easy, isn’t he? He tries not to dwell too long on why because that’s so depressing. However. He still needs to breathe and he doesn’t want it to end so soon, so he pops off his cock.]
[Hades takes a moment to pant and swallow a breath or two before answering. His cock is wet, but not merely by Hythlodaeus' saliva, but so too is the tip adorned with a pearlescent dampness. Clearly pre-come. His dick is left twitching and wanting as it basks in the cold temperature of the room, such a contrast to Hythlodaeus' warm mouth, but he endures.]
If you continue, I will spill ere I'm ready...I would feel you inside me...first.
That will be an undertaking, as I'm sure you're aware.
[He pulls his finger out of him as he lets out a breath. He sweeps his hair out of his face as he pulls himself out from underneath Hades. He catches him by the hip and small of his back, pressing him face down into the mattress.]
Ah, but... What I wouldn't do for you. If this is what you desire...
[He looks about, finding the rubber toy laying nearby. He scrutinized it against himself. It was still several inches smaller and thinner by nearly half.]
Oh save it, as if it is not what you desire. This is just as much for me as it is for you.
[He retorts back over his shoulder, best he can with half of his face against the mattress. It's quite the view though, face down-ass up indeed. He knows Hythlodaeus is pretty damn well endowed, especially with the notable difference between them, but it's been so long, he kind of doesn't care about the pain that might come with it. But he knows Hythlodaeus will, and does. Knows that he wants for Hades to enjoy this as much as he himself will—even though there's little way he couldn't enjoy this.
To sleep with someone like Hythlodaeus, who gets him so absolutely, so intimately...on a level that went as deep as their very souls. It's what he wants, what he's needed for so long, and what he has been denied for eons.]
And besides... For me, it has only been a moon or so. [He slicks the cock in his hands, smiling as he attempts to slip it in. Just to test and see... He has a contingency plan at any rate.]
[A moon. It hadn't simply been a moon. How do you even quantify time in the way he'd experienced it lately? It was all quite maddening, really. He did want this, more than anything. He'd felt like a stage prop before, and he had been. But to have his mind left intact... He pushes those thoughts away. They are unhelpful, and he just wants to focus on the lovely sight before him.]
...A moon—an eternity—is it all not the same when you are bereft of your love?
[He murmurs out after his initial gasp at the feeling of the silicone cock pressing into him. Well, he can take that easily enough, and he's left with a shudder running down his spine from it. Shifting a bit, he lets his legs spread a little more, his hips pressing slightly back against the length, letting himself take it all.
Still, it's hardly a comparison to what he will be taking, but if anything it might help instill some confidence in Hythlodaeus. Though, he knows not that Hythlodaeus' struggles are less with his endowments, and more with the state of what and who he is, and what it all means.]
A stone washed by the currents for a moon or an eternity... There is a difference, yet one that I am sure I can heal.
[He watches the toy disappear easily inside of Hades, looking fondly at the shift of his posture. He traces around his entrance with a finger, testing to see if he might slip it in beside the false phallus.]
[Another shudder jolts through him at the feel of Hythlodaeus' finger edging around and into him. There's some resistance, as to be expected, but with a few deep breaths, he's able to relax himself. Able to allow him to sink that digit into him. Sending hot jolts of electric-like pleasure through him, his hips pressing slowly and firmly into the pressure.]
While one may yet be worn down...from the passage of time, those currents still ache the same from the first—but well do I know what your touch can heal, and long have I yearned for it.
[Hythlodaeus feels the clench of arousal deep in his gut as he feels and watches Hades shudder under his touch. He could be patient. For this? Easily.]
And you shall have it.
[He leans forward to plant a kiss on his lower back, strands of hair falling loose to tickle him.]
I shall proceed with my fingers by your request.
[As he gently begins to fuck him with Hades' regular bedfellow.]
[Before long, Hades would find that regular bedfellow one of the past. with Hythlodaeus here and all, he scarcely will need it to keep him company. For now, however, it serves its purpose and Hades lets out a pleased groan at the movement. His eyes squeeze shut as he feels himself adjusting, adapting to the added girth Hythlodaeus' fingers add.
Of course the kiss and the tickle of hair add their own pleasantness to the situation, and his muscles visibly flex under it. From here, Hythlodaeus might see the evidence of his tryst with Dirk—small scratches from the concrete of the roof on which they had coupled. Hades pays them no mind, he has much more to focus on. With each thrust of that fauxcock and Hythlodaeus' fingers, hot arousal and pleasure surges through him, his cock throbbing with need that it will be denied for the moment.
But by Zodiark does he wish to reach between his thighs and grasp it. He won't, he can't, not if he is to hold out for Hythlodaeus. That being his truest desire at the moment.]
[He notes the scratches as he noted the bruises before. These, however, worry him less. He can deduce their origin. He runs his tongue along one of the scratches to tease him as he shifts his grip.]
[He moves and flexes his finger slowly as he looks Hades over. Perhaps just one more finger, and... It would still be a stretch, but a manageable one. A couple minutes pass as he stops thrusting the cock. He moves his hand from the rubber cock and reaches down between Hades' legs to give his balls a cup and squeeze. His voice comes gentle, yet unwavering.]
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[Though... His hand slides to Hades' hips as they kiss, taking the chance when it breaks to flip him. His cock is pressed hard to his belly by Hades' weight upon it, their faces still close as he reaches back to rub at the cleft of his ass. He would have preferred fuller contact, but... This would have to do, he supposed.]
Tell me of your last encounter, hmm?
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As he stares down at Hythlodaeus with undeniable affection, his expression shifts a moment to surprise and reflection at the question... His last encounter, hm? It takes but a moment for it to come back to him—after all, it was right here on this bed, wasn't it? Oh how he had forgotten those details because he was piss fucking drunk, but now...now he's recalling them.
He fucked the bard—Johann, and while not all the details are coming to him, he does remember it was...well, rather intimate, actually. His face colors a little more thinking back on just how tender it all was, but he presses on. Bringing his face close to Hythlodaeus' own again, he kisses his cheek, and his jaw, whispering between them.]
'Twas not long before you arrived, truth be told. A young bard came to perform for me, but 'twas not merely with his musical instrument that he did.
[He trails himself to Hythlodaeus' ear, nibbling the lobe for a moment, before dragging his tongue along the edge of it. His hips grinding down against him as he does so.]
He was a gentle soul, one attentive and kind. He certainly took his time to attend to me, to treat me with affection and care, he was not a selfish lover. I must wonder if he was taken with me...
[Which...if he was or is...oops.]
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[He grinds up against him a little, just trying to break this train of thought. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to know, but Hades usually struggled with little. ]
Though if you know not his feelings... what were these circumstances?
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...Johann, and I was feeling rather morose that day. Well into my cups, and so I contacted him. Thinking that mayhap... [He lays a kiss on his ear, giving another grind of his hips as a soft pleased sound escapes between his lips.] Mayhap hearing his beautiful music may yet lift my spirits.
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And he lifted a bit more than your spirits, did he?
[He begins to migrate downward, bobbing as he pulls it down across Hades' thigh.]
... Was there any particular reason that you found yourself in need of a little extra comfort? [Besides the usual, that was.]
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[Feeling him across his thigh sends a shiver down his spine, and he feels that hot yearning for it to be between his thighs than merely upon them. At the question, his expression shifts to something a little more...vexed.]
...Merely had a lot on my mind.
[Which is true...but...]
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[And that was a promise.]
[He finds that sliding down quickly places his feet over the edge of the bed. Well. Nothing to be done about it. He guides Hades' cock into his mouth, and though the angle makes it difficult to swallow it, it doesn't stop him from doing his best. And for once, just like that, Hythlodaeus is quiet.]
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[Fortunately, Hades is kind enough to release his hold on Hythlodaeus' hair to let him slip down under him, between his raised hips. Yes, it's him who is kind, and not Hythlodaeus who is taking him into his warm mouth. With furrowed brows, he lets his forehead rest against the mattress, his elbows and knees otherwise holding him up.
Though, he cannot help but buck his hips into Hythlodaeus' mouth, the feeling of his lips around such sensitive flesh only further driving his want and need for him. But perhaps the best part of this isn't even the incredible sensation of Hythlodaeus blowing him, it's the cessation of his prattle!]
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[And it is too bad that they didn’t have their powers nor bodies. Hythlodaeus would still be able to talk.]
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Also too bad nothing, even if Hades hates the stupid music that assails everyone here, it's a whole hell of a lot easier to drown out than Hythlodaeus' nonsensical yammering directly into your mind and soul!]
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Not that you haven't always been eager, but... [He presses a finger into him, chuckling with the ease of it. He notes how easy it is, holding the base of Hades' cock in his other hand.]
Oh, yes. There may be some hope of you taking me yet.
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But he collects himself quickly enough, moving his hips downward, trying to press his dick against Hythlodaeus' face.]
If you must work your tongue, do so in a more productive manner. 'Tis not the dulcet tones of your senseless prattle that will ready me for such.
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[He laughs a little as he takes his cock back into his mouth. Yet he can't stop but laugh around it for a moment before he begins sucking it in earnest again. And concentrating, he's quite the force. He slips his finger in to the join of his hand, then withdraws slowly, feeling for the familiar topography.]
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[But then Hythlodaeus goes right to work, and he finds himself losing the words in his throat again, especially with the feel of that laugh against his cock. His face twisting with surprise and pleasure as his far too skilled mouth accepts him into its warm and wet depths. Let us not forget that exploring finger, either! His hands are rather big, and so that finger is in kind.
While a lot has changed about Hades, that certainly has not, and so his finger certainly finds his sensitive spots fairly easily. The way he gasps against the bed, and how his legs tremble with each brush of his prostate is proof enough of that.
He was not concerned about coming too soon. Now he is.]
Hy—Hythlodaeus...if you continue, I will—
[With a will of iron, he tries to pull away from his mouth. He doesn't want to come yet, he wants to feel Hythlodaeus inside of him well before that.]
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What’s the matter?
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If you continue, I will spill ere I'm ready...I would feel you inside me...first.
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[He pulls his finger out of him as he lets out a breath. He sweeps his hair out of his face as he pulls himself out from underneath Hades. He catches him by the hip and small of his back, pressing him face down into the mattress.]
Ah, but... What I wouldn't do for you. If this is what you desire...
[He looks about, finding the rubber toy laying nearby. He scrutinized it against himself. It was still several inches smaller and thinner by nearly half.]
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[He retorts back over his shoulder, best he can with half of his face against the mattress. It's quite the view though, face down-ass up indeed. He knows Hythlodaeus is pretty damn well endowed, especially with the notable difference between them, but it's been so long, he kind of doesn't care about the pain that might come with it. But he knows Hythlodaeus will, and does. Knows that he wants for Hades to enjoy this as much as he himself will—even though there's little way he couldn't enjoy this.
To sleep with someone like Hythlodaeus, who gets him so absolutely, so intimately...on a level that went as deep as their very souls. It's what he wants, what he's needed for so long, and what he has been denied for eons.]
Besides, I do not want to leave you wanting...
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[He says with utter smug confidence.]
And besides... For me, it has only been a moon or so. [He slicks the cock in his hands, smiling as he attempts to slip it in. Just to test and see... He has a contingency plan at any rate.]
[A moon. It hadn't simply been a moon. How do you even quantify time in the way he'd experienced it lately? It was all quite maddening, really. He did want this, more than anything. He'd felt like a stage prop before, and he had been. But to have his mind left intact... He pushes those thoughts away. They are unhelpful, and he just wants to focus on the lovely sight before him.]
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[He murmurs out after his initial gasp at the feeling of the silicone cock pressing into him. Well, he can take that easily enough, and he's left with a shudder running down his spine from it. Shifting a bit, he lets his legs spread a little more, his hips pressing slightly back against the length, letting himself take it all.
Still, it's hardly a comparison to what he will be taking, but if anything it might help instill some confidence in Hythlodaeus. Though, he knows not that Hythlodaeus' struggles are less with his endowments, and more with the state of what and who he is, and what it all means.]
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[He watches the toy disappear easily inside of Hades, looking fondly at the shift of his posture. He traces around his entrance with a finger, testing to see if he might slip it in beside the false phallus.]
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While one may yet be worn down...from the passage of time, those currents still ache the same from the first—but well do I know what your touch can heal, and long have I yearned for it.
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And you shall have it.
[He leans forward to plant a kiss on his lower back, strands of hair falling loose to tickle him.]
I shall proceed with my fingers by your request.
[As he gently begins to fuck him with Hades' regular bedfellow.]
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Of course the kiss and the tickle of hair add their own pleasantness to the situation, and his muscles visibly flex under it. From here, Hythlodaeus might see the evidence of his tryst with Dirk—small scratches from the concrete of the roof on which they had coupled. Hades pays them no mind, he has much more to focus on. With each thrust of that fauxcock and Hythlodaeus' fingers, hot arousal and pleasure surges through him, his cock throbbing with need that it will be denied for the moment.
But by Zodiark does he wish to reach between his thighs and grasp it. He won't, he can't, not if he is to hold out for Hythlodaeus. That being his truest desire at the moment.]
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[He moves and flexes his finger slowly as he looks Hades over. Perhaps just one more finger, and... It would still be a stretch, but a manageable one. A couple minutes pass as he stops thrusting the cock. He moves his hand from the rubber cock and reaches down between Hades' legs to give his balls a cup and squeeze. His voice comes gentle, yet unwavering.]
By your verbal request.
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