"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 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.]
[He snaps back, his voice strained and hot. Just like his mind at the moment. It's embarrassing how turned on he gets when he's got something in his ass, but that's just how it is with him. How it's always been. Of course, the cupping of his balls and that squeeze only drives him further (rewarding Hythlodaeus with a small jolt to Hades' body), diluting any cognitive thought from his sex-addled mind.]
A...another. I can take...another.
[It will indeed be a stretch, but one necessary if Hythlodaeus were to properly enter him. With how turned on he is, the squeeze shouldn't be a worrying one for the additional finger, but there will be slight resistance before the comforting give.]
[He presses another in, gently moving his fingers around the rim, stretching, testing. He feels Hades relax in spite of the girth, the stretch. He continues to kiss his back and massage his sac.]
So you can.
[His voice comes warm against his skin. He draws himself back onto his haunches as he gazes down at Hades. Well. Here went nothing, he supposed. He pulls out his fingers with the rubber cock. He tosses the thing aside as he takes himself in hand to fluff and wet his erection. He lines himself up and begins to press in with a sigh.]
[Just the head shouldn't be any real issue for Hades. He lets out a small gasp at that tight, pulling sensation. Familiar, yet different all at once.]
[With his eyes closed, he focuses on the pleasing sensations of that additional finger, and how he stretches against it. But as predicted, he relaxes well enough with the affections and the massage to his balls. The throb of pleasure helping ease him, the warmth of Hythlodaeus as well...
And then Hythlodaeus removes it all, and he's left feel decidedly empty. A feeling that is met with a dismayed gasp and whine—but before long he feels the wet warmth of that tip, and how it presses against him. It is tight, and he bites his bottom lip as his face scrunches. It doesn't hurt, but there is the obvious discomfort that comes with the pressure. It's a good feeling, one he certainly delights in. That overwhelming feeling of being pushed beyond a limit...
His nerves alight with hot pleasure as he hears his name, his hips pressing back against Hythlodaeus—wanting more of him, despite the growing discomfort as his phallus presses in more. His legs tremble at it, but he doesn't care as his breath also picks up.]
Hhh—Hythlo... [He doesn't finish panting out his name, just rocks against the head of his cock, a moan cutting him off.]
[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.]
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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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[He snaps back, his voice strained and hot. Just like his mind at the moment. It's embarrassing how turned on he gets when he's got something in his ass, but that's just how it is with him. How it's always been. Of course, the cupping of his balls and that squeeze only drives him further (rewarding Hythlodaeus with a small jolt to Hades' body), diluting any cognitive thought from his sex-addled mind.]
A...another. I can take...another.
[It will indeed be a stretch, but one necessary if Hythlodaeus were to properly enter him. With how turned on he is, the squeeze shouldn't be a worrying one for the additional finger, but there will be slight resistance before the comforting give.]
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So you can.
[His voice comes warm against his skin. He draws himself back onto his haunches as he gazes down at Hades. Well. Here went nothing, he supposed. He pulls out his fingers with the rubber cock. He tosses the thing aside as he takes himself in hand to fluff and wet his erection. He lines himself up and begins to press in with a sigh.]
[Just the head shouldn't be any real issue for Hades. He lets out a small gasp at that tight, pulling sensation. Familiar, yet different all at once.]
Hades...
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And then Hythlodaeus removes it all, and he's left feel decidedly empty. A feeling that is met with a dismayed gasp and whine—but before long he feels the wet warmth of that tip, and how it presses against him. It is tight, and he bites his bottom lip as his face scrunches. It doesn't hurt, but there is the obvious discomfort that comes with the pressure. It's a good feeling, one he certainly delights in. That overwhelming feeling of being pushed beyond a limit...
His nerves alight with hot pleasure as he hears his name, his hips pressing back against Hythlodaeus—wanting more of him, despite the growing discomfort as his phallus presses in more. His legs tremble at it, but he doesn't care as his breath also picks up.]
Hhh—Hythlo... [He doesn't finish panting out his name, just rocks against the head of his cock, a moan cutting him off.]
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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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