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Are you complaining?

[He's smirking, looking up at Emet-Selch and kissing his hip, pressing another finger into him slowly as he absently kisses and licks his cock, not putting his mouth back on him yet, not until the conversation is finished.]

My plans are merely to see you content, and while we have one thing to do before bed tonight, my day is yours, and you are mine. Why should I not exhaust you?

[His breathe is coming quicker now, definitely stilted. And he shudders equally at the extra finger and the way he says 'you are mine'.]

I suppose...

[Why is he complaining? He doesn't like to be left this vulnerable, but it is Lahabrea whom he can trust above all others. The thought doesn't even cross his mind that he will do no more than tease him shamelessly.]

It just seems excessive.

[Okay, so maybe he still has some reserves left about relaxing completely. Sue him.]

[He does note those reactions, filing them away.]

All the more reason to do it. It is about time I treated you to excess. You have hardly even begun to relax.

[That is enough talking and protest it seems, because he is sliding his mouth back around Emet-Selch's cock, tongue swirling around the head as he finishes pushing that second finger into him.

He does keep his attentions to his arousal shallow for a moment, in case he needs to respond to Emet-Selch further. But he does seem to be on a mission.]

[He curls around him, head bowed, and legs tangling with him. He does not argue further mind quickly scattering at the resumed activities. His attempt to pet his scalp is more of a hold. And his cock does twitch in his mouth as those fingers dig into him.]

[Good! He's quite pleased with the reactions, and he did promise to dote on Emet-Selch didn't he?

He will take him in as fully as mouth and throat allow, slow and achingly pleasant even as he pushes in another finger, curling the two already filling Hades.]

Ah!

[He let's out a gasp letting his head fall back rocking shallowly into his mouth, fingers scratching white lines on skin.]

I don't think... I'm going to last as long as you intend.

[He hums, but there is no stopping. He isn't going fast but the adoration, the pointed focus on Emet's pleasure in a languid and direct way may be intense. Spreading his fingers even. Lightly brushing his prostate as he sucks on him.]

[He let's out a cry at the brush followed by biting his lip to prevent Lahabrea's real name from spilling out. He shudders caught between pulling away as he is rapidly reaching his limit and pushing into it for the exact same reason.]

I...

[He grips harder at the hand in his hair, pulling at the strands unintentionally.]

[He has no intention of stopping whatsoever. Nor does he fuss at the pull on his hair, as it sends pleasant shivers through him. At the moment he is intent only on dragging Emet-Selch over the edge pleasantly, fingers curling and twisting within him as he takes him further into his mouth, as much as skill and ability allows.]

[He does get his wish as tremors peak and he does let his title fall between his lips through panting and writhing. He continues to pull on his hair and scratch at the base of his skull to keep that warmth ever close.

Though at some point it might become too much for him, but that might be in a few more seconds.]

[He swallows around him and leisurely twists and curls his fingers inside, keeping the pleasure high through it and only pulling away when he starts to act sensitive to the touch. Wiping his mouth with the back of a hand and his hand on his pants before moving up to lay beside Emet, pulling him in his arms to relax a while.]

[He is going to bonelessly lie against him, pliant and soft and fingers and nose nuzzling at his neck.]

How I have missed you.

[Good, this is a good start! He massages Emet's scalp and neck gently, other arm wrapping around his waist to hold him close as he does, kissing the top of his head.]

I am here now. Let me drive worries and tension from you a little while, my dear friend.

[He does relax. He truly does. Even as he wraps limbs around him and playfully rubs his knee up between his legs in the most lazy gesture.]

[He's hard of course, how could he not be when Hades is so enticing? But he just hums in pleasure and keeps massaging his scalp and neck, working his way down his shoulders, unhurried and intent on pampering this man.]

[He scrapes his fingers up his thigh before stroking him through the cloth, lazy and unhurried as he melts into the pampering.]

[He rocks into that touch just a little, making a noise of appreciation but he is trying to concentrate!

He smoothes a hand down Emet-Selch's back and squeezes his ass lightly, playful, before returning to massaging him properly.]

Do relax and let me handle everything if you so wish. Far be it from me to deny you whatever touch you like, but I would also fully indulge you, if you allow.

[He looks up at him half-lidded more because he's basking in the pampering than anything. Though that doesn't prevent him from giving a cheeky nod.

And he does go about unbuttoning his trousers so he can slip one hand down the front to touch his cock softly.]

[He rolls his hips a little into the soft touch with an approving noise. But he's still working his fingers down Emet's back in concentrated dedication to melting him.]

[He is quite the puddle mummering soft sighs of content at the touches, eyes closing completely. That doesn't stop his hand though, but it is just as sleepy and languid. Soft touches up and down his length leaving patterns and at scratching nails at the tip.]

[He shivers at the touches but is just a nice kind of stimulation, a little heady, a little relaxed. Enough to certainly keep his breathing somewhat uneven.

He kisses the top of Emet-Selch's head, fingers massaging the tight muscles at his hips now, intent on continuing to turn him into a puddle.

But he does lightly scratch his nails up his spine just to test his reaction.]

[He arches with a pleased whine into the side of Lahabrea's throat.]

You're sending mixed signals, dear.

[He says as he drags his fingers quite harshly down his cock in retaliation.]

[He laughs softly though it turns into a choked moan at the retaliation.]

Am I? I do recall promising to exhaust you.

Is this a complaint?

[He knows it isn't, and he lets his nails drag back down, this time just the most gentle, teasing brush if them along Emet's spine all the way, turning his head to nip the shell of his ear.]

[The light touch and the kiss only makes him shiver more as he lets out a few indecent sounds.]

Sometimes I do forget how patient you can be.

[Wrapping his hand around Lahabrea's cock in a tight grip, but the strokes are still slow and languid. He does like hearing those sounds.]

[He smiles at the noises, letting his other hand slide down and cup and massage Emet-Selch's ass, squeezing a little tight.

At this point he is concentrating on not getting all distracted. Though his breath does stutter warmly against Emet's ear at the attention. And he slides one finger against and into him, since he should still be nicely slick and loose.]

When it is truly worthwhile how could I not have great patience indeed?

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