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[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.

[His breathing is erratic and he can't actually reply, but he does hook a leg around his waist tugging him in further. And if he is dipping his head low. he threads his fingers into his hair rather than the sheets tugging.]

[That is fine, he has a better use for his own mouth anyway, kissing Hades warmly on the mouth then on his neck and throat, lavishing him with gentle affection while still keeping the pace he fucks into rougher, harder, as requested. The hand not around his erection rakes nails lightly down and then up his thighs, generally just being overstimulating all around.]

[He just holds his hear tighter, shuddering and shaking at every kiss, every touch every scrape. And if he was hoping for indulgent, sexy noises, well, he has them as he squirms underneath him.]

You'd b-better be close.

[He all but growls.]

[He laughs against Emet-Selch's throat, soft and throaty and definitely so aroused and close it's in the very cadence of his voice. His fingers scrape his sides, continue to twist around and over his cock as her jerks him off.]

When you say it that way--I am tempted to prolong this.

[Because he's a jerk like that and stringing Emet-Selch along while alternating rough and gentle on his already over-stimulated state sounds like a fun way to make him really complain.]

Then you will have to---!

[A high pitch whine comes out of him when he switches back to rough for a few moments.]

...s-satisfy yourself.

[Even with the alternating he's about to lose himself. Everything pleasurably a little to much. But he does grab a fistful of his hair and yank him up for a kiss as he wraps his legs around him tighter.]

[He laughs into the kiss.]

What point would that be?

[He is close. And he could prolong it, he could hold out with effort, but that would only be fun if he dragged Emet-Selch into it with him, to bully and enjoy. So he kisses him in return, warm and loving, keeps one hand busy stroking him while the other slides under his ass, raising his hips to rock into him harder and deeper, a moan escaping him that, rough and strained.]

[He bites his lips when he's pushed into harder with a strangled noise. Not that the bite is deep or draws blood or last long as he comes. He wraps his legs tighter, pulls him in deeper, claws at his back as he shudders through it.]

[He moans against Emet's lips, fingers digging into his ass tightly, still stroking him through his orgasm though it's somewhat uneven as he himself follows, shuddering into it with pleasure. Kissing him messily as he rocks lightly through it, but mostly stays buried deep in the other man.]

[To not surprise to either of them, he's overstimulated quite quickly and practically writhes underneath him as his head falls back, arm over his eyes.

But he does not pull back even as he bites his lip to give himself a point to focus on.]

[He shudders, kissing him again, and then stills, letting go of his cock and resting on top of him, arms wrapping around him to gather him close and hold him while they both recover.]

[He laughs full of mirth through pants as he warps both arms around his head and shoulders holding him.]

I wonder whose favor I did employ to have you back here with me. Or more likely your stubbornness. So brilliant, so bright, so beautiful like the flames you so love.

[He flushes, catching his own breath and kissing Emet's jaw.]

Perhaps it is my own luck to find you, have you considered? My sweet gentle Hades.

[He kisses his cheek.]

You're going to make me blush with such comments.

And now your task is complete and I do thoroughly have no plans of moving. Now it is up to you to find us a return back after the sun has set.

Good, a blush does look fetching on you.

[He kisses his temple and makes himself comfortable, he's a blanket now.]

As for moving, I am afraid I cannot carry you like this so you will just have to recover some way or another. You have plenty of hours to nap and muster the energy.

[Petting his back in slow and light, feathery strokes.]

Then you will have to enjoy my company until then. Your true schemes made apparent. How dastardly.

Then would you mind watching the sunset with me. I imagine the view from here is nothing short of breathe-taking.

I am quite the schemer.

[He strokes Emet's cheek and sighs contentedly at the pets.]

You hardly need ask such a thing. I would be delighted to do just that. I did claim you to myself for the day.

[Then he tugs a blanket over both of them. This cabana probably has blankets. As nice as a blanket Lahabrea is, he'll probably get cold.]

When was the last time we watched the setting of the sun together. Perhaps we do spend too much time in BARiTONES.

[Laughing, rolling slightly off of Emet to snuggle against him, or more likely pull Emet against himself to cuddle under the blanket.]

Perhaps we have become homebodies.

[As long as he can feel and pet him, he'll hardly complain. Just this once.]

Not a bad thing. Not a bad thing at all.

[And he'll hold him like this until the sun has set.]

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