[ he is always feeling cheeky, isn't it. There's a little laugh at the question, but he doesn't answer right away and instead focuses on getting his jacked and vest out of the way now that emet has already taken care of unbuttoning it. Once that's done, he'll bring his hand's on emet's clothes - and maybe he should have thought this through and tie his hands up after taking off his clothes, but it doesn't matter ]
You're allowed to keep touching my soul so long as you behave.
I know, but you were right in saying there's something intriguing about undoing them properly. And today I want to take my time with you.
[ he'll let up with the soul touches on his part, because he's not good enough to keep the focus - but he will pull his shirt up, hands moving to his chest as places a soft kiss on his lips ]
You asked me about my fantasies and desires. Should I start telling you what I thought I'd like to do you while you're bound for me?
[He leans into it the touch with a pleased sound biting Five's bottom lip briefly. He keeps the touch at his soul lazy and warm. A sort of backdrop noise.]
I do hope it isn't a lecture in mathematics.
But tell me. Here your mind is not limited to the constraints of reality.
I should give you one for that comment alone, you realize.
[ But Emet is right. His mind is not limited by the constraints of reality within the dream and though he doesn't need to, he will imitate him and snap his fingers to change the scenery entirely.
They find themselves in what could be described as a royal hall - nothing terribly close to reality, but still recognizably one. Emet will find himself sitting to a throne, his wrists still bound together by Five's tie.
And they're not alone. There are people all around them, and though they're not active participants, their eyes are on them all the same.
For his part Five is just standing in front of him, not moving closer yet, but he does let his soul touch him again, soft strokes down his leg and inner thigh ]
I might be more into other people watching than I had originally thought. Which has led me to thinking how nice it would be to see you come undone for me while others are around.
And I do wonder how many times I can get you to come before you ask me to let you touch me? And whether you'd enjoy having just me, or, well. Multiple partners lavishing you with attention.
You'd certainly look nice overwhelmed and adored by all.
[He's flattered at the use of the snap but the words die on his lips as the scene changes and Five speaks.
He's had countless partners and probably sex in most ways imaginable than most. He was so sure his experience was going to shield him from Five's clever mind. But yet again he finds himself surprised and a little in awe. He can't help the color stain his cheeks. This isn't for a role to be discarded after all. It is for him.
In the end it comes down to control for both of them. Playing the tug of war of wrestling it out of each other's grasp for they'd not relinquish willingly. Not truly. It is a thing that must be pried from them with possessiveness and adoration.]
I will admit I am surprised. Bravo.
[He lazes back in the chair, pinned arms falling to one arm rest as he spreads his legs wider trying to appear nonchalant. Which is only slightly successful. The effect is a bit broken as his eyes are more alert than normal catching his own and only briefly to watch the aether dance across his skin. And how his breathes quickens.]
Quite unexpected. You didn't name them, did you? Your new friends. I still have a preference for calling your name. I do trust they won't get offended.
[ he is smirking the moment he sees the blush on Emet's face. It's the most sure-way to know he's hit the mark, after all, and his attempt at acting nonchalant doesn't really trick him into thinking otherwise.
But his eyes do linger on him, taking in the sight of Emet spreading his legs on that chair, already looking so beautiful when he's barely even started. And Five will move forward at that, his hand going to his chest to push him against the throne and pin him there, while his other goes to his pants to undo them ]
I'm a little more focused on you than I am on naming them, but don't worry. I have no intention of letting you call anyone else's name, regardless.
[ and before Emet can answer, he'll kiss him on the lips while his aether keeps caressing him - slow and soft touches that he's clearly struggling to keep up but is too stubborn to stop ]
[It takes no small amount of willpower to not simply wrap both his legs around him. So he'll settle for a heel running down the back of his calf as he shifts in whatever manner is required for the de-robing.
But the physical pleasure takes a back seat to Five's aether touching him. He helps him by mingling his aether not unlike a guiding hand to help over his skin.
And he will moan quietly into the kiss, tongue and teeth biting at Five's lips.]
[ There's a pleased noise of his own at the bite, and it seems to be enough motivation for him to kiss him a little harder - with the same eagerness and desperation from earlier but this time, it undoubtedly comes from mounting desire.
He'll follow his guidance to keep with his aetheric touches while his hands takes care of removing Emet's pants as fast as possible. And there, Emet will feel other people's hands on him — the men and women gathered around them, touching and caressing him with the same adoration Five has for him.
It's only once Emet's left with just his shirt open that Five will pull back from the kiss, leaning in to whisper in his ear as he takes his cock into his hand and begins to stroke him ]
You will feel twice as much pleasure from any touch and kiss.. [ he knows he doesn't need common law. They are in a dream, after all. But he still activates it, and when he's sure Emet might think that's enough, he adds— ] You will not be able to cum until I say so.
[He shudders as the others join in while his skin is gradually exposed. He cheekily picks a few new participants and mimics their motions with aetheric touches against Five's skin.
Someday he will learn not to underestimate Five's ability to hit the throttle on escalations. One would assume he'd have learned by now.
One pair of hands is more than enough with that particular Common Law in place. Multiple? That has his back snapping to arch as he tries to push himself back against throne at the same time, eyes widening.]
F-five.
[He whimpers out between caught breathes as his cheeks flush while his bound fingers curl. He wanted him almost writhing, right?
Needless to say he's no longer assisting in any aetheric endeavors.]
[ Oh, how nice his voice sounds right now. With Emet mimicking those touches for him, for a moment he's worried that he might not be able to pick this up, that he won't win this round and that he'll end up playing right into Emet's hands.
And then he hears that whimper, and the way he says his name. There's a satisfied smirk on his face and he will start biting at his neck while his hand keeps working on him - his soul stroking and touching Emet's again, slowly trying to get to the deepest part of him as he's had before. And though everyone else in the dream can't touch Emet's soul the same way, their hands will keep working on him, lips finding whatever inch of his skin that isn't being taken care of already ]
Yes, my moon and stars? Is there something you'd like to ask me?
[As he brushes deeper into his soul, he does cry out. Head falling back. He's shaking and pulling at restraints. Pull away from wandering hands. Not that he has anywhere to go.
It takes a few more whimpers and muffled cries of his name, but he manages to pull hits wits together long enough to catch his gaze.
And then he reaches in with his aether to grab the core of Five's soul and tug.]
[ That is cheating. He should have forbidden aetheric touches. It takes him completely by surprise and there's a whimper and a sharp spike of pleasure at just that tug, at how nice it feels for Emet to reach to the deepest part of his soul. ]
If you — take it out of my body just to escape me it's still technically my win, darling.
[He's flushed and panting and can barely get the words out.
Concentration in shambles, he attempts to merge with Five's soul. It's a messy and uncoordinated thing, but he does try as inner thoughts and feelings begin to mingle.
And Five has driven him to chase release. Physical just happens to be his second choice.]
[ oh. oh. it's his turn to underestimate how much emet can escalate things, this time around, because merging their souls was not something he thought he'd attempt now.
But it is the best possible time, isn't it? He brings both hands to the side of his face, kissing him hard and deep while he still can.
And then he'll just focus on that - merging their souls together. He'll follow Emet's lead - much easier as their thoughts and feelings begin to mingle, and let the dream people take care of the physical, wanting to just join Emet completely and fully give himself to him ]
[Barriers between them break down one by one leaving only formless communication.
The first emotion Five will be assaulted with is lust. An echo of Emet's state of arousal. His skin will tingle with the reflection of hands and lips upon it. The feeling of being trapped and held down though no one is around him. And most importantly, all of this heightened by the rules Five has been put into play.
There is much swirling under the lust --- love, depression, longing, desire among a plethora of others. And he'll have to concentrate and dig to investigate further.
Ah, there was one other stipulation, wasn't there? A request for permission. And so with his soul does he beg. Pleas far clearer than any spoken word. Let me in. Let me be with you. I want this. I need this.
And he can go no further without his request being accepted, so he holds onto Five's soul with his tendrils of aether. Surrounding it. Holding it firmly. Waiting for affirmation.
If Five has any amount of his wits around he, he will realize if they do merge, he'll be left but with not an empty chair and an audience. And there is a pinprick. A nagging stray thought of something else watching them.]
[ This is the exact state he wanted Emet in. He wanted to see him overwhelmed and adored by all, lost in pleasure and love and lust and completely under his thumb.
He did not expect that to be returned to himself, and wow, that's really something isn't it. He knows Emet is tempered, he knows he will feel Zodiark's influence - this won't be limited to just their audience.
But he is finding it increasingly hard to think clearly, and any second he's now with Emet feels like he's drowning. So he lets him in fully, gives the permission he so desperately needs as he wraps his own soul around him.
[He slips free of his mortal form leaving Five with an empty chair and his gathered men and women.
If lust can be attributed to heated turbulence, this is calm like a bottomless stilled lake wrapped in a thousand blankets and a strong embrace. Vast. Endless. Easy enough to drown in for an eternity.
Where his mind begins and Hades' ends is a fickle thing. Some thoughts he will easily recognize as his own. Others, well, if he had doubts how much he was admired or how proud of himself he should be for both academic and personal endeavors, they fade away. Any doubts of Hades' love and the anchored weight of expectations he's placed upon him. All parts of both their mind laid bare if they only wished to dig.
Hades does not speak. He does not have to. He simply invites him in to be adored and comforted much as he is seeking the same. And there of course, is Zodiark, but would he be able to even distinguish that voice from Hades' own.]
[ It's incredible to think that he's not only allowing something like this, but actively wishing for it, inviting it. He never would have thought it possible - not when the idea of Hades' being able to perceive his thoughts had been something he was worried about the first times he let him into his body. Now? Now it's something of a relief.
How else would he be able to express just how much he means to him? How he feels he's been saved by him, when he was at his worst. How he's given him just as much hope as Five gave to him, how he made him wish for a future he himself could enjoy - made him think of living, and not just surviving. There's love and affection and adoration, possessiveness, a certain sense of pride in being his, and of course his wish to protect him. To ensure he would never have to suffer again, to soothe his wound and be there for him always.
Of course there's no space for fears and doubts when they're joined like that, and even the presence of Zodiark seems to be just normal, right now. Something there to the back of his mind that he can't bother to worry about, not when he feels so whole and loved and good, for once.
It's distracting enough that the kisses and touches of the people in the dream seem irrelevant - pleasant, but nothing compared to the absolute delight that is being merged with Hades ]
[Hades does begin to swallow him, bit by bit. The feelings and connections to his mortal flesh slipping as Hades digs into his soul and feeds him more of the vastness of his own. He could grasp that awareness to the physical world back, but why would he?
As they mingle, it brings a different sort of heat that doesn't require physical release to feel good. A constant euphoria. Better than mortal coupling. That's an opinion Hades is forcing on him. Make him change his mind.
And through all this one single thought rings out. It source a true mix of both of their souls.
[ Why would he, indeed? It's better than everything he's ever imagined he could feel. He wouldn't be able to tell whether that's how he genuinely feels or if it's Hades' opinion being forced on him, but right now it's difficult to care when all he can think about and feel is pleasure. A constant euphoria. A state that he's never thought possible for himself.
Of course he wants to stay. Of course he wants Hades to stay with him. And wouldn't it be nice if they spent the rest of their days like this, mingled together, fully belonging to each other. Never alone again.
Was he ever against Zodiark? Any doubts he's had about that just fade and disappear as well. It is warm, and it is inviting. And there's nothing wrong in finding comfort in what was their savior, is there? ]
[Welcome to the land of good coping mechanisms. It's great!
He pulls him down deeper cutting his connection to the physical world and dream world completely. No need for such mortal constructs. And they stay there warm and content with thoughts mingled for. All the loneliness, the worries of inadequacies, the failures, everything pushed out of this one space.
Everything will be okay. If they just believe in the Darkness, in Lord Zodiark, in each other, it will all be okay.
And since it seems neither really wants to move, the rest of the dream stays like this. For let's say, oh, a year or more. Wouldn't want to be greedy and be 500.]
[ Great coping mechanism for people who have no issues at all they're both FINE.
And it really does feel just fine. He is content — in a way he probably has never been before. And without his doubts regarding Zodiark, regarding deities in general, it feels nice to just believe. To just exist and not even be himself anymore, but something different and special and unique that's only possible because he's one with Hades.
Would he even care to stay 500 years like this? It is pure bliss after all.
But every once in a while there's a stray thought that will come back to the back of his mind, even with their thoughts mingling together as they are.
His world. The apocalypse. His family. Brief flashes whenever he remembers there was something he needed to do, but they grow more insistent as time passes by - until they can't be ignored anymore.
He needs to go, he can't stay like this forever. And it's only then that he starts pulling away, trying to regain himself ]
[ It works. Of course it does — how could it not when all he ever wanted was to be safe and loved and cared for? He wants to stay with him and forget about everything that has ever hurt him.
But the thoughts do come back, over and over again, causing sharp spikes of pain each time ]
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You're allowed to keep touching my soul so long as you behave.
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[A hum is all he'll get in response to the statement as he lets his aether brush lazily down his back while his bound hand loop around his neck.]
You can just wish them gone. If they are being bothersome.
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[ he'll let up with the soul touches on his part, because he's not good enough to keep the focus - but he will pull his shirt up, hands moving to his chest as places a soft kiss on his lips ]
You asked me about my fantasies and desires. Should I start telling you what I thought I'd like to do you while you're bound for me?
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I do hope it isn't a lecture in mathematics.
But tell me. Here your mind is not limited to the constraints of reality.
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[ But Emet is right. His mind is not limited by the constraints of reality within the dream and though he doesn't need to, he will imitate him and snap his fingers to change the scenery entirely.
They find themselves in what could be described as a royal hall - nothing terribly close to reality, but still recognizably one. Emet will find himself sitting to a throne, his wrists still bound together by Five's tie.
And they're not alone. There are people all around them, and though they're not active participants, their eyes are on them all the same.
For his part Five is just standing in front of him, not moving closer yet, but he does let his soul touch him again, soft strokes down his leg and inner thigh ]
I might be more into other people watching than I had originally thought. Which has led me to thinking how nice it would be to see you come undone for me while others are around.
And I do wonder how many times I can get you to come before you ask me to let you touch me? And whether you'd enjoy having just me, or, well. Multiple partners lavishing you with attention.
You'd certainly look nice overwhelmed and adored by all.
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He's had countless partners and probably sex in most ways imaginable than most. He was so sure his experience was going to shield him from Five's clever mind. But yet again he finds himself surprised and a little in awe. He can't help the color stain his cheeks. This isn't for a role to be discarded after all. It is for him.
In the end it comes down to control for both of them. Playing the tug of war of wrestling it out of each other's grasp for they'd not relinquish willingly. Not truly. It is a thing that must be pried from them with possessiveness and adoration.]
I will admit I am surprised. Bravo.
[He lazes back in the chair, pinned arms falling to one arm rest as he spreads his legs wider trying to appear nonchalant. Which is only slightly successful. The effect is a bit broken as his eyes are more alert than normal catching his own and only briefly to watch the aether dance across his skin. And how his breathes quickens.]
Quite unexpected. You didn't name them, did you? Your new friends. I still have a preference for calling your name. I do trust they won't get offended.
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But his eyes do linger on him, taking in the sight of Emet spreading his legs on that chair, already looking so beautiful when he's barely even started. And Five will move forward at that, his hand going to his chest to push him against the throne and pin him there, while his other goes to his pants to undo them ]
I'm a little more focused on you than I am on naming them, but don't worry. I have no intention of letting you call anyone else's name, regardless.
[ and before Emet can answer, he'll kiss him on the lips while his aether keeps caressing him - slow and soft touches that he's clearly struggling to keep up but is too stubborn to stop ]
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But the physical pleasure takes a back seat to Five's aether touching him. He helps him by mingling his aether not unlike a guiding hand to help over his skin.
And he will moan quietly into the kiss, tongue and teeth biting at Five's lips.]
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He'll follow his guidance to keep with his aetheric touches while his hands takes care of removing Emet's pants as fast as possible. And there, Emet will feel other people's hands on him — the men and women gathered around them, touching and caressing him with the same adoration Five has for him.
It's only once Emet's left with just his shirt open that Five will pull back from the kiss, leaning in to whisper in his ear as he takes his cock into his hand and begins to stroke him ]
You will feel twice as much pleasure from any touch and kiss.. [ he knows he doesn't need common law. They are in a dream, after all. But he still activates it, and when he's sure Emet might think that's enough, he adds— ] You will not be able to cum until I say so.
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Someday he will learn not to underestimate Five's ability to hit the throttle on escalations. One would assume he'd have learned by now.
One pair of hands is more than enough with that particular Common Law in place. Multiple? That has his back snapping to arch as he tries to push himself back against throne at the same time, eyes widening.]
F-five.
[He whimpers out between caught breathes as his cheeks flush while his bound fingers curl. He wanted him almost writhing, right?
Needless to say he's no longer assisting in any aetheric endeavors.]
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And then he hears that whimper, and the way he says his name. There's a satisfied smirk on his face and he will start biting at his neck while his hand keeps working on him - his soul stroking and touching Emet's again, slowly trying to get to the deepest part of him as he's had before. And though everyone else in the dream can't touch Emet's soul the same way, their hands will keep working on him, lips finding whatever inch of his skin that isn't being taken care of already ]
Yes, my moon and stars? Is there something you'd like to ask me?
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It takes a few more whimpers and muffled cries of his name, but he manages to pull hits wits together long enough to catch his gaze.
And then he reaches in with his aether to grab the core of Five's soul and tug.]
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If you — take it out of my body just to escape me it's still technically my win, darling.
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[He's flushed and panting and can barely get the words out.
Concentration in shambles, he attempts to merge with Five's soul. It's a messy and uncoordinated thing, but he does try as inner thoughts and feelings begin to mingle.
And Five has driven him to chase release. Physical just happens to be his second choice.]
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But it is the best possible time, isn't it? He brings both hands to the side of his face, kissing him hard and deep while he still can.
And then he'll just focus on that - merging their souls together. He'll follow Emet's lead - much easier as their thoughts and feelings begin to mingle, and let the dream people take care of the physical, wanting to just join Emet completely and fully give himself to him ]
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The first emotion Five will be assaulted with is lust. An echo of Emet's state of arousal. His skin will tingle with the reflection of hands and lips upon it. The feeling of being trapped and held down though no one is around him. And most importantly, all of this heightened by the rules Five has been put into play.
There is much swirling under the lust --- love, depression, longing, desire among a plethora of others. And he'll have to concentrate and dig to investigate further.
Ah, there was one other stipulation, wasn't there? A request for permission. And so with his soul does he beg. Pleas far clearer than any spoken word. Let me in. Let me be with you. I want this. I need this.
And he can go no further without his request being accepted, so he holds onto Five's soul with his tendrils of aether. Surrounding it. Holding it firmly. Waiting for affirmation.
If Five has any amount of his wits around he, he will realize if they do merge, he'll be left but with not an empty chair and an audience. And there is a pinprick. A nagging stray thought of something else watching them.]
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He did not expect that to be returned to himself, and wow, that's really something isn't it. He knows Emet is tempered, he knows he will feel Zodiark's influence - this won't be limited to just their audience.
But he is finding it increasingly hard to think clearly, and any second he's now with Emet feels like he's drowning. So he lets him in fully, gives the permission he so desperately needs as he wraps his own soul around him.
I'm yours, take me. ]
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If lust can be attributed to heated turbulence, this is calm like a bottomless stilled lake wrapped in a thousand blankets and a strong embrace. Vast. Endless. Easy enough to drown in for an eternity.
Where his mind begins and Hades' ends is a fickle thing. Some thoughts he will easily recognize as his own. Others, well, if he had doubts how much he was admired or how proud of himself he should be for both academic and personal endeavors, they fade away. Any doubts of Hades' love and the anchored weight of expectations he's placed upon him. All parts of both their mind laid bare if they only wished to dig.
Hades does not speak. He does not have to. He simply invites him in to be adored and comforted much as he is seeking the same. And there of course, is Zodiark, but would he be able to even distinguish that voice from Hades' own.]
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How else would he be able to express just how much he means to him? How he feels he's been saved by him, when he was at his worst. How he's given him just as much hope as Five gave to him, how he made him wish for a future he himself could enjoy - made him think of living, and not just surviving. There's love and affection and adoration, possessiveness, a certain sense of pride in being his, and of course his wish to protect him. To ensure he would never have to suffer again, to soothe his wound and be there for him always.
Of course there's no space for fears and doubts when they're joined like that, and even the presence of Zodiark seems to be just normal, right now. Something there to the back of his mind that he can't bother to worry about, not when he feels so whole and loved and good, for once.
It's distracting enough that the kisses and touches of the people in the dream seem irrelevant - pleasant, but nothing compared to the absolute delight that is being merged with Hades ]
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As they mingle, it brings a different sort of heat that doesn't require physical release to feel good. A constant euphoria. Better than mortal coupling. That's an opinion Hades is forcing on him. Make him change his mind.
And through all this one single thought rings out. It source a true mix of both of their souls.
Stay. Perhaps forever.
And the Darkness creeps in, warm and inviting.]
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Of course he wants to stay. Of course he wants Hades to stay with him. And wouldn't it be nice if they spent the rest of their days like this, mingled together, fully belonging to each other. Never alone again.
Was he ever against Zodiark? Any doubts he's had about that just fade and disappear as well. It is warm, and it is inviting. And there's nothing wrong in finding comfort in what was their savior, is there? ]
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He pulls him down deeper cutting his connection to the physical world and dream world completely. No need for such mortal constructs. And they stay there warm and content with thoughts mingled for. All the loneliness, the worries of inadequacies, the failures, everything pushed out of this one space.
Everything will be okay. If they just believe in the Darkness, in Lord Zodiark, in each other, it will all be okay.
And since it seems neither really wants to move, the rest of the dream stays like this. For let's say, oh, a year or more. Wouldn't want to be greedy and be 500.]
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And it really does feel just fine. He is content — in a way he probably has never been before. And without his doubts regarding Zodiark, regarding deities in general, it feels nice to just believe. To just exist and not even be himself anymore, but something different and special and unique that's only possible because he's one with Hades.
Would he even care to stay 500 years like this? It is pure bliss after all.
But every once in a while there's a stray thought that will come back to the back of his mind, even with their thoughts mingling together as they are.
His world. The apocalypse. His family. Brief flashes whenever he remembers there was something he needed to do, but they grow more insistent as time passes by - until they can't be ignored anymore.
He needs to go, he can't stay like this forever. And it's only then that he starts pulling away, trying to regain himself ]
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But the thoughts do come back, over and over again, causing sharp spikes of pain each time ]
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