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[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?

[That area is raw and absolutely sensitive, but he does make encouraging sounds for him sliding up his body a little.]

But in this instance you do not need to wait.

[Fumbling wholeheartedly with removing Lahabra's pants.]

[He laughs softly, kissing the top of his head and shifting to let Emet-Selch do that but he's going to keep gently teasing him. Careful and slow in deference to his likely oversensitivity no matter how Emet insists he needn't be patient.

Then again driving Emet-Selch to needy demanding impatience is part of the fun in itself.

His other hand traces up his spine once again, slowly.]

Ah, but you haven't told me what you want, specifically. Nor how you want it.

[Bully]

[He gives him the most deadpan and flat look he can muster flushed and shivering as he is. But then he rolls up on one elbow abandoning the disrobing for a moment to look him straight in the eye.]

You. That's it. That's the request. I care not for the methods as long as you are involved.

[He can't help it, he laughs, hearty and real, lifting a hand to pull Emet-Selch down by the back of his neck and kiss the tip of his nose.]

Such decisiveness. And not a bit of direction. Very well, I did promise to pamper you, I shall not make you make any decisions this time.

[That kiss definitely gets an embarrassed look out of him. And he thinks about it for a moment.

He sits up and throws one leg over his thighs and planting his palms squarely on Lahabrea's chest to push him down.]

[He lets this happen after a surprised look, fingers curling in the hair at the back of his neck and looking up along his body, fond and smug.]

Well, I cannot object to the view but I had not had making you work in mind.

Now, now, dear Speaker. Is any of this truly work?

[He strokes Lahabrea's cock a few times before lining himself up and sinking down into him still keeping one arm on his chest to hold him down. Not that it has any weight behind it.]

[He settles his free hand on Emet-Selch's hip and exhales roughly at the pleasure of that, enjoying this view.]

Work. No, hardly that. Nothing like it.

[His voice is a little rough, pleased, but he lifts his hand to capture Emet-Selch's, kissing his palm. And then pulling to unbalance him, gently, attempting to flip their positions.]

But if I do not watch you, you do tend to get mischievous.

[Of course the hand kissing distracts him as it always does --- one day he'll be immune to it --- but flipped he gets. He looks like he's going to protest for a moment before he flops back arms above his head in a gesture of surrender.]

And you enjoy it. Ever moment of it.

Of course I do.

[He holds Emet-Selch's hand captive, kissing each finger as he adjust above him, pulling his hips up and sinking further into him as he leans forward.]

I enjoy every moment of your good humor and your playfulness. I do enjoy you.

[He'd reply but well, he's quite enticed as his hand is lavished with kisses. Small noises escape his throat keening and wanting.

And he arches into him, cupping his ass with his free hand, pulling him closer. He was supposed to be indulgent after all.]

Harder.

[He kisses his palm and then laces their fingers, pushing Emet's hand down to the cushions as he holds it briefly before letting go.]

Is is a shame this does lack the ability to truly undo you.

[He trails his fingers over Emet's neck, his chest, and grasps his hips in both hands, drawing out mostly and lifting one of his legs up more, adjusting his hips, thrusting back in at the new angle harder.]

[He throws his head back letting out a cry of pleasure as his fingers twist in the bedding. He is still sensitive after all and that is a lot.

And he can't help it when his real names slips past his lips softly.]

[He has no qualms in exploiting that sensitivity, a hand moving from Emet's hip to his cock, wrapping around him and slowly caressing him.

Entirely out of sync with the rough way he pulls back and plunges into him. Leaning over him to kiss his lips lightly, catching his name and smiling at it.]

You are beatiful, Hades. Though I cannot see or feel it here your soul does shine.

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