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Not fully, no. But there is no one else around. No need to be shy.

[Once he removes enough clothing, he's going down on him being as indulgent as possible. He wants to see those concentration skills after all.]

[i can't believe roadhead is where this went

He does his best! To stay focused! But it is quite, hah, hard with Emet's ministrations. He grips the wheel tighter, trying hard to keep his eyes on the road, but his face and neck are flushed and he has trouble with breathing evenly.]

A-- am I being punished for something?

[THAT SEEMS THE MOST LIKELY EXPLANATION OK]

[He has to pull off him to reply.]

Of course not. Can't I treat myself? Though do keep your eyes and mind on the road.

[A small exchange before he gets back to it.]

[YOU'RE A MENACE?? He purses his lips but does keep his eyes on the road. Though he does need to pay extra attention to his breathing to stay in control of himself (for now).]

If... we crash like this, I'm leaving it to you to explain why to pep or sensitIV.

[He just laughs against his cock. Really, what did Hythlodaeus expect? And he doesn't stop or slow down. In fact, he is being indulgent because prolonging it does increase the fact that they will crash.

Plus, maybe, just maybe, he enjoys seeing how far his will power will go in so he's forced to stop the vehicle.]

[can ascians get hobbies that don't carry the possibility of someone dying!!!

Hythlodaeus keeps up pretty well for the most part, not in the least because of stubbornness: giving in too early would be losing to Hades, which he just can't have! But at the same time he can't quite hide that the ministrations are affecting him. His breath comes quick and shallow, and at first he has to resort to biting his lip to avoid making noises, but even that doesn't last too long - in fact, trying to keep his attention on the road leaves less and less brainpower for keeping his composure! He gives a whimper, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle it, his face deeply flushed and the other hand gripping the wheel tightly.]

Hades--

[Temporary. Temporary dying. Slight correction.]

[He simply hums against his skin. The wrestling with self control is almost more of a turn on the act itself. So, yeah, he's going to keep doing what's he's doing soaking up the sounds. He's disappointed he can't watch his face like this!]

[IT'S STILL DYING THOUGH!

And speaking of dying, Hyth is also dying, even if not literally! He does his best, keeping up his concentration for as long as he can, and Emet sure can enjoy the little sounds and panting he makes, and the way his hips twitch and tense. His driving gets more erratic, too; it's much harder to turn corners or avoiding bumping against the curb slightly when he has so little blood to devote to thinking!!]

Hades, you're-- the worst--

[Despite the "scolding" his voice ends in a half-moan, and Hythlodaeus decides that that's enough. He brakes abruptly, letting the car skid a little, and leans onto the wheel to hide his face in his arms. Judging by how ragged his breathing is and the quick, moaning whines he makes he's more than a little close to coming.]

[He does laugh when he hits the curb just because this situation is ridiculous and of course he's enjoying himself.

When he does stop, sit up and brush his hair back. He definitely hasn't finished with him.]

Now look at that.

[He just pouts in return. It's not that he's not enjoying this, but it's still bullying! But the brief pause at least gives him time to actually put the car in park mode - and then grab Emet by his shirt to drag him close and kiss him furiously.]

[He loves this. The possessiveness. So of course he's going to be a tease and bit his lips after.]

Do I just have to be naughty to get such a reaction?

[HUFFS!! But he's a little more satisfied after that.]

Well, it certainly makes me want to punish you.

[Well, by "punish" he means make out furiously or maybe fuck Emet into the mattress, but you know.]

Or you could have just told me you like it.

Hythlodaeus.

[He wraps his arms around his shoulders.]

Was your binding of me for almost an hour not clue enough to my desires?

[... He blushes. It's not that he's wrong, but!]

Maybe I just want to hear it directly from you. What you want me to do to you, what you fantasize about.

Later.

[Kisses the tip of his nose as he brings his hand down to stroke him.]

But you failed at your ability to concentrate, I suppose you could do with a punishment now.

[He opens his mouth to reply but only squeaks then whimpers at the touch to his cock. This is bullying, you should go to jail.]

Y-You're the one who didn't let me concentrate!

[Because that was clearly the game.]

[He kisses his cheek and then the corner of his mouth.]

And you say I am uptight. Such complaints.

[He twists his wrists as he works him, building him up slowly.]

[It has the desired effect: Hyth's breathing grows more ragged again as he stiffens under Emet's hand. Definitely going to lean in and try to get a proper kiss, though.]

I'm not wrong.

[He just hums merrily as he does kiss him properly, tongue slipping in between teeth.]

[yes good thank u that was his ploy! He makes an appreciative noise, pressing up against Emet more. Just a little making out, as a treat.]

[The kiss is indulgent, but breathing is required. He does have to pull back eventually.]

Are you quite sure this is where you want my mouth at?

[...well, he can play along.]

You mean I get to choose? Here I thought I was being punished.

[He tuts.]

Very well.

[And slips back into his original position of leaning against his shoulder, knees over the window of the vehicle.]

--Hey!

[He takes his hand and laces their fingers.]

You wanted a punishment.

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