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[firstworldproblem]

One word.

Why?

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[temperedinpride]

You may both... shut up.

[He rubs his own cheeks and sits up straighter.]

I've been quite well attended, thank you. Allow me to assist you.

[He takes Emet's wrists from Five, holding them pinned so Five can do as he likes.]

[firstworldproblem]

You speak as if your opinion on the subject matters.

[He spreads his hands in a harmless gestures --- a distinctly Absinthe manner --- as best as he can as they are bound.

And he is shivering at every touch.]

Finally. I thought you both were impatient by nature.

[homicidalrage]

Oh I can be very patient when the effort is worth it, dear.

[ he will place a soft kiss to his forehead, and then finally starts binding their wrist properly - deciding to go for rope. He makes certain the binds will hold, but pays attention to not making it too painful.

And once that's done, he'll start letting his hands roam to his clothes, so obviously fascinated with them as he slowly pulls them open ]

Now. I wouldn't want to take these off of you entirely. You do look so very beautiful in them after all.

[temperedinpride]

Need I even deign that with a response?

[He can be patient! Sort of. More so than most mortals usually, if not patient by Ancient standards.]

Teasing you is well worthwhile.

[While Five caresses and opens up Emet's lovely outfit he will touch and caress Emet's arms and neck, his ears, scalp, basically massaging him as he pulls his head and shoulders into his lap, so they both have a nice view of what Five is doing.]

This look suits you, Hades. Bound and submitting to attention and love. You have such a tendency to squirm and push, yet you truly look best when blushing and pleasured.

[firstworldproblem]

My true intentions spoiled. I did pick the outfit with the ... l-least amount of fastenings.

[This is already getting overwhelming and his skin is flushing red, especially his face. He is leaning into each touch and already tugging at his wrists unknowingly.

And for whenever Five gets there he did end up picking this.]

[homicidalrage]

[ oh, wow. There's a sharp intake of breath as he looks over his lingerie, eyes full of hunger as he takes the sight in. And to think he wasn't even certain he'd be into this. ]

And here I thought you picked it because of the stars and moon.

[ he'll bring his hand to his chest, enjoying the feel of the fabric against his palm and letting his finger trace down on it ]

Look at you. Beautiful and precious like a jewel. Now this is a something I wouldn't want anyone else to see.

[temperedinpride]

You do make a truly enticing sight, Hades.

[He murmurs against his ear, kissing behind it as he continues to trail his fingers up and down his arms, watching both the way Five looks at Hades sprawled under him, exposed and tantalizing, and the way Hades squirms.

My but he does love these men.

He slides a hand around, to the back of Emet's neck, stroking his spine with his thumb.]

How did you want him, my dear? Lovely as he is, he'll look even lovelier crying your name.

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[He is indeed still squirming. Breathing irregular as it is punctuated with gasps, moans, and short keening sounds.]

I am going to make a mess of these beautiful garments, carefully selected, if you keep on this path.

[Though as Five's hand travel's down his chest his expression does take on a distinct edge of wariness.]

[homicidalrage]

[ there's just a smirk at the way Emet says that, and he doesn't stop. He keeps trailing his fingers down those garments, to his cock - caressing him way too lightly before he cups him, palming through the cloth once more ]

You say that as if that wouldn't be a sight in itself. Though that would be embarrassing, wouldn't it? For you to come like that when we're barely even touching you.

I said I wanted the two of us to take you. So I will give you three choices.

One. We could have you the same way you both had me just now. I would ride you, wearing these beautiful garments for us, and Lahabrea would fuck you.

[ he grinds his palm against him a little harder at that, following the outline of his cock and then finally, finally pulling his panties down so he can take him into his hand properly, gripping him and starting to pump him but slow, grip nowhere near satisfying. And it's so clearly on purpose.

Two. I could fuck your mouth while Lahabrea takes care of fucking you.

[ he brushes his thumb against the head, glancing at Lahabrea to check his reaction too ]

And three. We could open you up to properly prepare you, and have you take the both of us into you at the same time.

[temperedinpride]

[He's quite engrossed watching Five touching Emet and listing the options, though his fingers do not stop their own gentle caresses of Emet's neck and arms, through his hair.

When Five glances up he just smiles, nodding a little in approval. Clearly all of the options appeal to him, his eyes bright and interested, looking down at Emet-Selch again to see which gets the most flustered reaction.]

[firstworldproblem]

[If Five traces over his scar, even through cloth he will flinch.

Whether he does or not, however, that is all drowned out by Five's further ministrations. Was he supposed to be listening, because he's letting out whining and the occasional whimper the more he is attended? With each passing word and touch, his skin gets more flushed.

He also tries to push into Five's hand despite his trembling thighs. And even though his hands are bound he will try to hook them behind Five's head unless Lahabrea stops him.]

[homicidalrage]

[ he reserves touching his scar for tender and romantic moments where he'll declare he'll protect his heart so for this time, he'll make an effort to actively avoid it.

But he is oh so pleased with that reaction, and he will pull his hand back when he starts pushing into it ]

An answer first, dear.

[temperedinpride]

[Fun as it is to watch Emet dissolve into needy clinginess, and it is incredibly fun, he catches his wrists and holds him still.]

I will let you touch him when you answer his question, my heart.

[firstworldproblem]

[Five does know him incredibly well.

But does he ever whine.]

You could have asked before.

[His breathe heaves as he does try to pull out of Lahabrea's hold. And for all his bite, he not actually upset. Simply frustrated. A fact his two partners are probably well aware. And now that he has some wits, he does make eye contact with Five lips curling.]

You both are rather small making the third option feasible.

[homicidalrage]

Very funny. That would sound more biting if you weren't looking just one step away from begging us.

[ but he will reward him, gripping his cock again and starting to jerk him off properly, this time ]

[temperedinpride]

[He just laughs at the attempted insult, pulling Emet's hands to his face to bite the inside of his wrist where the rope begins.

But he did promise Emet could touch when he'd answered so he releases him while Five jerks him off.]

How eager he is to take us both, I cannot wait to see it.

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[Shuddering upgrades to writhing as his hips jerk up to meet Five's hand. He instinctively wraps his legs around him to tug him closer.

And much to their delight, his whimpering and flushed face only increases as he's jerked off. The bite at his wrists gets a high pitched yelp from him while a shiver wracks his form.

And as stated he was not far off, so if they do no pull back he will be spilling over Five's hand shouting his name.]

[homicidalrage]

[ he has no intention of pulling back, and in fact, when he does come he seems pleased with himself. He'll lean in to kiss his temple, gentle and loving, before he brings his hand right to Emet's lips, not bothering to spell out what he's expecting him to do ]

Good boy.

That is a very nice look on you, darling. I wonder if it'll be too much for you now? How long would it take for you to start unraveling again for us?

[temperedinpride]

[His fingers tighten on Emet's arms, lips parted as he watches him come undone like that, before he remembers to stroke his arms again, soothingly.]

Breathtaking.

[He murmurs appreciatively, sliding his hands through Emet's hair.]

Give him a few moments to catch his breath. And then he will be able to handle us, whether or not he whines about it.

[firstworldproblem]

[He gives Five a sharp look, neither positive or negative, before he pulls each finger into his mouth. Attending to them each as he lets his tongue run down their length.

Though his breath is a little hitched whenever Lahabrea pet his hair.]

[homicidalrage]

[ well. Being unable to tell whether that look is good or bad means he has no idea whether he crossed a line or not - and so of course he starts to worry.

He pulls his hand back once he's done, brushes his cheek gently before he leans in to kiss him ]

—Was that too much?

[temperedinpride]

[He will keep petting Emet's hair like the bully he is but not interrupt this, even if he does smile a bit watching them.]

[firstworldproblem]

[He turns to kiss his palm, expression softening.]

Always worrying. Always considerate. Trust me to tell you if something is not to my liking.

[Trying to say as evenly as possible since Lahabrea is being a pest.]

[homicidalrage]

[ he seems relieved to hear that, but Lahabrea is right, he needs a break, and so he will lay next to him, arm draped around him, keeping the touch as he kisses his cheek, sweet and adoring. ]

I see. So you're just being a brat.

[temperedinpride]

When is he not a brat?

[He will take the opportunity to lean down and kiss the top of Emet's head with adoring fondness himself.]