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[...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.

[Why does he even like you!!]

Not that kind of punishment!

[But he does squeeze his fingers in return.]

[Kissing his knuckles and giving him a smug look. He has a feeling Hythlodaeus will break before he does.]

[He probably will. The smug look earns another huff of indignation from him, though his face is still red.]

Should I turn back, then? Since we are apparently done here.

Since when is holding your hand signify I'm ready to go home for the evening? You don't even need it to drive.

[And he is spending the time to kiss each knuckle individually.]

[He blushes even more at that. He's both frustrated and so full of affection towards Emet right now.]

Not done tormenting me yet, are you?

I have no doubts you could eject me from this vehicle with a mere thought if you desired. Thus, you must be enjoying this.

I have half a mind to.

[Not really, because the next thing he does is climb over to Emet's seat to straddle his lap. Good job that the car is roomy enough for that!]

Or I could lock you in here with me.

[He reaches around to squeeze his ass.]

Now that is more like it.

[And he will reward him with a kiss.]

[WHY DOES HE KEEP PLAYING INTO YOUR HANDS! He huffs, ~exasperated~, but kisses back eagerly, cupping Emet's face with one hand and slipping the other down to start undoing Emet's shirt.]

[It's easy when he just wants to spend time with him. Everything is a treat!

He bites his and then leans back shoving a few fingers into Hythlodeaus' mouth.

[--HEY?? He looks startled at that, blushing slightly, but doesn't resist. Definitely gonna be a brat and nip at the fingers gently, though.]

[He encourages it as he coats his fingers in salvia.]

I imagine you don't have supplied in the glove compartment. Or perhaps you do.

[He tugs his fingers from his mouth and works a finger into him.]

[He blushes deeper when he realizes what Emet intends, but it only serves to encourage him more as Hythlodaeus sucks on his fingers, getting them properly wet. Panting a bit when he pulls back.]

You could have asked before.

[Though his tone is huffy, Hyth's mind is on other things right now, really. He makes a small satisfied noise as Emet works that finger into him, leaning down a little to hide his face in the crook of Emet's neck.]

Mm...

I could have yet here we are.

[He pets his hair with his free hand, kissing his forehead as he stretches him. It's exciting but also soothing to have Hythlodeaus on his lap like this.]

I could get used that expression.

[This is really nice, actually. Hythlodaeus still really likes attention, and the petting and kisses in addition to being worked open is pretty much ideal. He makes another pleased noise, gently digging his fingers into Emet's clothes.]

Is that so?~ Well, you'd still have to work for it.

Haven't I worked enough?

[Complaining for the sake of it as he curls his fingers inside him in an attempt to distract him. Oh, and let's be honest, he wants to hear the sounds he makes.]

[He chuckles in response, nuzzling into his neck.]

I meant, if you want to see it on other days too.

[And Emet can certainly enjoy himself, because Hythlodaeus gasps and whimpers softly at feeling his fingers curl inside him. And he's not at all bashful about showing how much he likes it, pressing up against Emet more and tightening around his fingers.]

Ah-- Hades...

[He leans his head against his temple.]

Let me take care of you.

[He digs his fingers in deeper trying to hit that pleasurable spot.]

Mm...

[He hums his pleasure again, closing his eyes and letting himself focus on the stimulation. And Emet's efforts are not unrewarded: his breathing grows shorter and he whimpers once Emet's fingers hit that spot. Clinging tighter and trying to rock back into the touch.]

Hades-- T-There--

[He grips his cock with his other hand as he continues to finger fuck him. He kisses his forehead and watches him. Every movement. The way he looks.]

You're beautiful like this.

[IT'S ILLEGAL TO JUST SPRING THAT ON HIM? Even distracted as he is Hythlodaeus looks flustered at that, both happy and embarrassed. He might just want Emet to shower him with attention and compliments, but refuses to say so outright.]

Am I now?..

[He squeaks and then whines needily grabs his cock; he really can't tell if that'll be for a handjob or orgasm denial. Both are good, of course, but in different ways, and Hythlodaeus tries to test his luck by rolling his hips into it, wordlessly asking to be pleasured more.]

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