[Ah, that's a bit much, he can barely contain his want for this man, both tender and possessive, and he kisses his temple softly in an effort at restraint.]
Take me so that it scratches, stretches, and bruises everywhere in limbs and torso and fulfillment. So that movement the days following will do nothing but remind me of you. Your touch. Your skin. Your voice. I want to hear it and feel it even as I close my eyes. I already cannot bear to be apart from you. Hold me at the edge and mark me, stop me when I am too eager, so that I will never forget.
[He says all this as he tries to impale himself further on Lahabrea's fingers looking for a rhythm. Voice shaking and breathe warm against Lahabrea's neck as he gets the words out is shuttering chunks.]
I've always admired you, even back in Amaurot. Your strength. Your conviction. You ability to see the future. I have grown to love you for it.
[Now that is entirely too much. He shudders, pulling Emet hard against him, fucking him with his fingers roughly. Tilting his head to claim his mouth, ravishing it in time with his hand for a moment.
And then he lets his face go, pushing Emet forward, pressing him against the wall and pulling his fingers from his ass.]
Eloquent when you wish to be. How can I do aught but offer you what you wish, when you ask so?
[He licks his own palm, wetting his cock though it hardly be enough, and roughly grabs Emet's hip with a hand, positioning with the other and rocking against him, teasing a moment, not letting Emey-Selch push back and impale himself impatiently, but leaning forward to kiss his shoulder with utmost gentleness. Words soft and heartfelt, with all the love and possessiveness and tender adoration he can express.]
I love you, dearly, completely. You are precious to me beyond description or compare. My dearest, beloved Hades.
[And with another gentle, affectionate kiss, he slams his cock into Emet-Selch without hesitation, rough, hard, bottoming out and pressing him to the wall in one brutal movement.]
[He'll bemoan about the aches and pains once this imp affect wears off. Probably.
He is kissing back with as much fervor as he can manage before he's shoved forward and held there. Delight shivers through him as he looks over his shoulder with have lidded eyes full approval. All he can do is spread his legs a little further in invitation.
He can't think of words to reply at the first kiss and then the second. Not that he needs to as his voice breaks into something between a yelp, a hiss of pain, and a guttural moan at Lahabrea's actions. Fingers flex in their bonds as his head falls back while pain gives away to pleasure. Good thing the wall is there to brace him as his thighs tremble.]
[He will not be even a little sorry for his roughness (maybe a tiny bit).
He does keep a hand on Emet's hip to hold him upright, steady. And the wall is there to do the rest of the heavy lifting on bearing his weight.
Which leaves Lahabrea free to kiss and pet Emet's back gently before pulling mostly out, and slamming into him, this time with a hard smack to his already sore ass in accompaniment.]
[Goodness that gets him to almost shriek in response despite his efforts. He blushes deeply almost immediately. And being shoved into the wall does nothing for his hardening cock as that just gets him to grit his teeth in delight.
But he was getting more than worked up before this part began so he can't do much more than pant out Lahabrea's real name in a stuttered mantra.]
[It is entrancing. And between fucking Emet brutally, pulling his hair, scratching his sides, and slappimg his ass, he does run his fingers along his back, kiss him, whisper gentle I love yous and adoration.
He is doing his best to drag Emet to the edge without hurrying about it, enjoying himself entirely, especially with his friend's so delightful reactions.]
[He's flushed red to the ears at this point, panting, whimpering when he's scraped up against the wall, and gritting his teeth as the slaps to reddened flesh. And he's enjoying every moment of it.]
Please, I--i...
[During any brief pauses of tenderness he does try to lean back against him staying as close as he can.]
[That please is the sweetest sound, then again, so are all the whimpers. He holds Emet against him, kisses the shell of one of his ears, grinding hard into him and reaching around to slide his fingers around Emet's cock, gentle again, though at this point Emet really is rather marked up.]
[He reflexively tries to tangle a hand in Lahabrea's hair at the kiss, but he simply struggles in his bonds for the effort. And sentences are hard, especially when he's reaching around even if it is a light touch.
He doesn't say anything but rolls his hips into his hand as they shudder.]
[He murmurs against Emet-Selch's ear, rolling his hips gently in time with his soft strokes. Gentle just for a moment, though still pushing Emet up against the wall.]
[He laughs, delighted, and lets go of his friend, pulling out entirely and turning him around, to shove his back against the wall, trapping his arms uncomfortably.
He can hardly lift Emet but he can pull one of his thighs to hook around his leg, holding him still to push back into him, too rough, too dry, fingers tangling in his hair to drag him into a possessive kiss.]
[Better. Much, much better. He hisses as he enters again but does help hook his leg around his hip for better access. And it is much easier to roll his hips forward in this position.
He's greedy in the kiss, nipping, exploring with his tongue, trying to drown in the taste of him. But he pulls back after a moment trying to duck even with Lahabrea's hands in his hair to kiss at his neck.]
[He knows what that is aiming for. Yanks roughly on Emet's hair to stop him, laughing breathlessly and moving the hand from his hip back to his cock, squeezing admonishingly before beginning to stroke him in rough time to his fucking.]
[He gives him a flat look though his eyes are bright as he's stopped. He can practically hear Lahabrea's pulse in his own ears. How is he supposed to resist that?
He runs his tongue over his fangs, challenging.]
If you th--- ah!
[Never mind. That is how he is resisting it as he bows his head. He grinds into his hand and cock as much as he is able while tugging him closer with his leg.]
[He presses closer, keeping a tight hold on Emet's hair. But he will speed up his hand, grind in roughly before pulling out to slam in again, changing angles a little until he's properly grazing Emet's prostate with most movements. Voice rough with his own desire, cheeks flushed. His own eyes bright and into every part of this. ]
[He's trying to get impossibly closer by leaning forward and tugging at him with the leg over is hip. Any further words are lost into incoherence as he changes his angle. He's panting, his legs are shaking, and he's trying his hardest to get out of the restraint.]
Just.... ...close.
[He bites out the word with gritted teeth before saying his name. And by the tremors and involuntary jerking of his body, he won't be lasting much longer.]
[He speeds up, leans closer, rough in pace until he can feel Emet just on the edge, and then his fingers tighten on the base of his cock, holding him securely, too tight to let him come though he doesn't stop fucking him. Moaning softly but also grinning.
[He did. That doesn't stop him from being absolutely affronted as he shouts his name.
Don't think he doesn't miss that grin, Mister!
... Not that there is anything he can do about it. Slave as he is to his own passions at the moment, there is little he can do but squirm uncomfortably in his grip as Lahabrea continues to hit that spot to unravel him. So he shudders while spitting out incoherence.
[That affronted shout is just what he wanted. Well that and the incoherence. He's already on the edge himself, all of this has been hard to keep control through, when Hades is so damned attractive like this.
He keeps driving into him, rough, nipping his neck and panting against his skin, but his vice hold on Emet's cock doesn't loosen. Keeping him in the edge and not letting him calm down or spill over.]
You look.... incredible this way.
[Thoroughly debauched. He could get used to this view.]
[Pulling at his restraints in a redoubled effort even if he isn't fully aware he's doing that.
His entire body shudders at each movement with his balance threatening to give way. His breath is ragged, hitched, and without thought he tilts his neck to give Lahabrea better access.
With each thrust he gives out an unfettered cry. And while his mind is scattered, he's enjoying every moment.]
[Delightful. He sucks a hickey onto Emet's neck, shivering as the man pleads, cries out, is basically too appealing not to want to possess body and soul. It's a shame only the first is possible right now, but he's still enjoying it.
He doesn't give in immediately, pulling Emet tight against him and lifting his head to kiss him hungrily, jerking his hips up against him, fucking him to near his own climax, growling roughly as he finally loosens his grip, strokes his cock hard.]
[Intertwined as they are, he won't miss the full body shudder at his name, his true name being said. Sure, Lahabrea has said it before but never like that.
And he doesn't need any more convincing than that. He wraps around him as best as he can with his arms restrained. One leg higher around his hip, the other tucking in behind his knee.
And does he cry out, probably Lahabrea's name. Though it is garbled as he's trying to breathe at the same time. And he's simply shuddering against him. Give him a moment this was fairly intense.]
[Lahabrea certainly has never said Hades's name in such a deeply possessive way before, that is for sure.
He is shuddering himself. Coming hard while holding onto Emet tightly. Orgasm rocking through him hard enough to make him see white.
It leaves him panting against Emet's neck, leaning on him and thus, the wall. Good buddy wall, the only thing keeping them both upright.
After a moment or six he gently drags Emet with him in a controlled fall to the floor, reaching around him to fumble the binding on his arms loose, a little weakly as he feels boneless from the intense pleasure.]
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Take me so that it scratches, stretches, and bruises everywhere in limbs and torso and fulfillment. So that movement the days following will do nothing but remind me of you. Your touch. Your skin. Your voice. I want to hear it and feel it even as I close my eyes. I already cannot bear to be apart from you. Hold me at the edge and mark me, stop me when I am too eager, so that I will never forget.
[He says all this as he tries to impale himself further on Lahabrea's fingers looking for a rhythm. Voice shaking and breathe warm against Lahabrea's neck as he gets the words out is shuttering chunks.]
I've always admired you, even back in Amaurot. Your strength. Your conviction. You ability to see the future. I have grown to love you for it.
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And then he lets his face go, pushing Emet forward, pressing him against the wall and pulling his fingers from his ass.]
Eloquent when you wish to be. How can I do aught but offer you what you wish, when you ask so?
[He licks his own palm, wetting his cock though it hardly be enough, and roughly grabs Emet's hip with a hand, positioning with the other and rocking against him, teasing a moment, not letting Emey-Selch push back and impale himself impatiently, but leaning forward to kiss his shoulder with utmost gentleness. Words soft and heartfelt, with all the love and possessiveness and tender adoration he can express.]
[And with another gentle, affectionate kiss, he slams his cock into Emet-Selch without hesitation, rough, hard, bottoming out and pressing him to the wall in one brutal movement.]
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He is kissing back with as much fervor as he can manage before he's shoved forward and held there. Delight shivers through him as he looks over his shoulder with have lidded eyes full approval. All he can do is spread his legs a little further in invitation.
He can't think of words to reply at the first kiss and then the second. Not that he needs to as his voice breaks into something between a yelp, a hiss of pain, and a guttural moan at Lahabrea's actions. Fingers flex in their bonds as his head falls back while pain gives away to pleasure. Good thing the wall is there to brace him as his thighs tremble.]
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He does keep a hand on Emet's hip to hold him upright, steady. And the wall is there to do the rest of the heavy lifting on bearing his weight.
Which leaves Lahabrea free to kiss and pet Emet's back gently before pulling mostly out, and slamming into him, this time with a hard smack to his already sore ass in accompaniment.]
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But he was getting more than worked up before this part began so he can't do much more than pant out Lahabrea's real name in a stuttered mantra.]
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He is doing his best to drag Emet to the edge without hurrying about it, enjoying himself entirely, especially with his friend's so delightful reactions.]
You are beautiful this way, Hades.
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Please, I--i...
[During any brief pauses of tenderness he does try to lean back against him staying as close as he can.]
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Mm?
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He doesn't say anything but rolls his hips into his hand as they shudder.]
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[He murmurs against Emet-Selch's ear, rolling his hips gently in time with his soft strokes. Gentle just for a moment, though still pushing Emet up against the wall.]
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[He slurs with a whine at the actions and being pushed forward for the simple fact that Lahabrea is warm and the wall is not.]
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He can hardly lift Emet but he can pull one of his thighs to hook around his leg, holding him still to push back into him, too rough, too dry, fingers tangling in his hair to drag him into a possessive kiss.]
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He's greedy in the kiss, nipping, exploring with his tongue, trying to drown in the taste of him. But he pulls back after a moment trying to duck even with Lahabrea's hands in his hair to kiss at his neck.]
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I promised you after. We aren't done yet.
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He runs his tongue over his fangs, challenging.]
If you th--- ah!
[Never mind. That is how he is resisting it as he bows his head. He grinds into his hand and cock as much as he is able while tugging him closer with his leg.]
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Impatient?
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[He's trying to get impossibly closer by leaning forward and tugging at him with the leg over is hip. Any further words are lost into incoherence as he changes his angle. He's panting, his legs are shaking, and he's trying his hardest to get out of the restraint.]
Just.... ...close.
[He bites out the word with gritted teeth before saying his name. And by the tremors and involuntary jerking of his body, he won't be lasting much longer.]
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Emet-Selch did ask for this too, after all.]
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Don't think he doesn't miss that grin, Mister!
... Not that there is anything he can do about it. Slave as he is to his own passions at the moment, there is little he can do but squirm uncomfortably in his grip as Lahabrea continues to hit that spot to unravel him. So he shudders while spitting out incoherence.
Is it kind of like begging?]
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He keeps driving into him, rough, nipping his neck and panting against his skin, but his vice hold on Emet's cock doesn't loosen. Keeping him in the edge and not letting him calm down or spill over.]
You look.... incredible this way.
[Thoroughly debauched. He could get used to this view.]
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His entire body shudders at each movement with his balance threatening to give way. His breath is ragged, hitched, and without thought he tilts his neck to give Lahabrea better access.
With each thrust he gives out an unfettered cry. And while his mind is scattered, he's enjoying every moment.]
I-I... please ... Please.
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He doesn't give in immediately, pulling Emet tight against him and lifting his head to kiss him hungrily, jerking his hips up against him, fucking him to near his own climax, growling roughly as he finally loosens his grip, strokes his cock hard.]
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And he doesn't need any more convincing than that. He wraps around him as best as he can with his arms restrained. One leg higher around his hip, the other tucking in behind his knee.
And does he cry out, probably Lahabrea's name. Though it is garbled as he's trying to breathe at the same time. And he's simply shuddering against him. Give him a moment this was fairly intense.]
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He is shuddering himself. Coming hard while holding onto Emet tightly. Orgasm rocking through him hard enough to make him see white.
It leaves him panting against Emet's neck, leaning on him and thus, the wall. Good buddy wall, the only thing keeping them both upright.
After a moment or six he gently drags Emet with him in a controlled fall to the floor, reaching around him to fumble the binding on his arms loose, a little weakly as he feels boneless from the intense pleasure.]
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