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Yes.

[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.

Emet-Selch did ask for this too, after all.]

[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.

Is it kind of like begging?]

[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.]

I-I... please ... Please.

[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.]

Come for me. My love, my Hades.

Edited 2020-07-26 22:18 (UTC)

[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.]

[When his arms are released, he doesn't even complain, he just pulls Lahabrea to him, winding arms and legs around him and simply holding him tightly.

Holding him as much as he can with his current noddle limbs anyway.

He whispers his name followed by the deepest sentiment of gratitude for his existence in his life.]

[He curls himself around Hades in turn, arms and legs twining, fingers in his hair and sliding soothingly and gently down his back, kissing his temple and cheek.

The sentiment is returned, with soft pets and kisses and adoring words and touch. Mostly boneless though, soothing]

My dearest love. I do believe I was a bit rough with you.

[Not that Hades seemed to mind]

[Sitting is stinging. His arms feel like pins and needles. He's quite sensitive all over.

But he doesn't care wrapped up with Lahabrea as he is in their boneless way.]

You were never one for half measures.

[Carding fingers through his hair and then cupping his cheek.]

Thank you for the indulgence. I do hope you were satisfied as well.

My beloved, it was all I could do to keep composure after a while. It took most of my concentration.

More than satisfied.

[He lifts a hand, captures one of Emet's to bring to his lips, kissing his fingers each in turn, slow and sensual but not in a getting ready for the next round way, just enjoying touch, affection, the existence of his friend and love and giving him soft attention.]

That was wonderful. Thank you as well. And I would always indulge you in any fashion, should you ask.

[He watches him kiss each finger, eyes regaining their brightness, a bit of a predatory look. He pets his lower back ensuring to scrape along his scales.]

I did notice some new additions. Ones I do intend to thoroughly explore. But not in the elevator. But do not think that we are done. I will move you to somewhere more comfortable.

[If he can move. That's a big 'if'.]

...If you can walk without wincing I did a terrible job.

I'll help you back to your room.

[Though how badly do we want to put on clothes, he's debating. At least enough for modesty probably]

[He hasn't stood up yet. It's kind of like declaring you aren't drunk and then you fall over immediately upon standing. He'll get there. The endorphin high will run its course soon.

Speaking of not moving though, he's just going to sit back and watch Lahabrea fish for clothes looking appreciatively at him.]

[Their clothes are so scattered and the elevator is showing signs of life. Ignoring the leering he sorts the clothing. Time to beat the time limit. Tossing Emet his own things and pulling his own pants properly on, shirt... just tuck, no time for buttons. Belts... go through one loop that's enough.

He'll help Emet too, but neither of them will be presentable. Simply pass as not actual nudists.

He gets his mask on barely at the last moment before the doors open to their floor. ]

[Ah, yes that will make him feel ever scrape and bruise and uggh.

Good thing this elevator wall is here so he can get up after being .... well, disheveled, doesn't even really cover it. But this elevator wall has been good to them. Thank you, wall.

He takes a step and immediately regrets it and grits his teeth as he keeps moving. Another strike against mortal vessels. He does lean on Lahabrea heavily though.]

[He wraps an arm around Emet's waist, roughly above where he stopped leaving marks, he hopes. And supports the man. It's not a long trek to his room and fortunately no one is in their path to see the completely debauched way they both look.

He'll steer Emet gently to bed, patting his side.]

I'm impressed you made it.

[Falling on the bed and tangling arms and legs get Lahabrea to fall with him. That is sure going to hurt if he actually lands on him, but oh well!]

It is a surprise. Now that I have the pleasure of moving I do feel quite thoroughly wrecked.

[He catches himself on arms and knees above Emet, carefully trying to lower himself next to him, rather than fall on or squish him.]

I perhaps got carried away.

Don't get shy now.

[He runs his fingers through his hair and over the shell of his ear.]

I daresay you took my requests to the letter --- every movement does remind me of you. And while I may be sore, I am thoroughly satisfied.

[Tugging him to lay on top of him.]

[Oh no, his weak spots. His eyes flutter closed a moment but he does let himself be pulled on top of Emet. Better than falling on him anyway.]

I would hate to hear you complain that I was negligent.

[He stretches out carefully, fine, he'll use Emet as a mattress, sliding fingers into his hair and looking down at him.]

I am glad you are well pleased. I greatly enjoyed the effort myself.

[He will keep up the petting motion moving to scratch the base of his scalp. What nice expressions!]

Why would I not be pleased? The lion's share of the work fell onto you. Though I do feel a good soak would be rather divine. Unfortunately, our tub is hardly big enough for it. Would it bother you if we accidentally scandalized the others at the spa?

[He sighs and relaxes into that a moment, then sits up reluctantly.]

It would not. They're all capable of handling it. [Except Wifi maybe but well. He rolls off of Emet to get up and collect things for after the soak, like, clothes that aren't a mess maybe, before he returns to help Emet up.]

I might have done more work but you were hardly idle. And you will be feeling the effects longer.

[He is pulled up with a wince as he was getting comfortable with those numb spots. And he doesn't help letting Lahabrea gather everything before they make their way to their destination.]

To give and to take. Sometimes I do find this Garlean form a bit cumbersome.

[As he undresses, which considering their state doesn't take long, he will find a mirror just to see what he will be contending with for the next few days.]

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