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[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.]

It would be nice being closer in height, for this kind of thing.

[Look he doesn't expect help Emet gets pampering right now. He puts their things somewhere neatly, both the clean clothes and the dirty and then does look Emet over himself.

Yeah.

He did leave uh. A few. Marks. Everywhere. Good luck being able to sit down without wincing especially, Emet-Selch.]

[He traces lightly over a few of them on his neck with a hum before joining him in the water. And he does very gingerly attempt to sit with a hiss of pain. Though even now he seems to be enjoying it.]

Mmmm. Sometimes. At least for me it will be easier to pin you if I so desired.

[And if Lahabrea is close he's going to pull him into his lap despite how everything on his backside and back of thighs burn.]

Certainly, it makes your job easier in that case.

[He allows this, going with it when Emet makes what he wants known, though he does rub his palms over Emet's sides soothingly as he moves before settling in though.

He's not sorry about any of the bruises he's left.]

[He does hiss at the extra weight on his reddened skin, but simply dips his head to kiss Lahabrea's temple. He does smile at the touch to his sides as he wraps his arms around him.]

Indeed. Now. I have one more indulgence to take, but do you have any requests before that happens.

Do try not to go overboard.

[As if he has room to talk about going overboard considering Emet's everything. But he leans on the other man, relaxed.]

No, I don't. I'm quite satisfied at the moment.

[Smugly so even. Those marks will last at least a few days even with hell healing.]

I don't think I be the one worrying if I go overboard.

[Tucking his hair over his ear and kissing his neck softly.]

Last chance to change your mind.

[Though his other hand it tight around his waist as if to trap him there.]

[Honestly this is pleasant, he relaxes more against Emet-Selch, the warm water and being held quite satisfying. He slides a hand into Emet's hair, exhaling slowly, content.]

Well, do try not to let me drown if I pass out.

[Not that he needs to request that but he can't help the snark.]

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