[ It takes him by surprise, the roughness and the claws, but of course as always he finds it exciting, curious to see just how much he could push himself, how much he'd enjoy it if it's Emet inflicting it on him. He's breathless for just a moment. But when Emet stands and holds his hand out to him, he takes him immediately, with no doubt. ]
It being unpredictable makes it exciting. But you know that already.
[His eyes alight at seeing him like that, but he does pull him into the water pushing him down to sit as he straddles on top of him. The water is the perfect temperature for him and even the wet clothing does not seem a bother.
He kisses his forehead, an eyelid, a cheek before he cups his chin in both hand and lifts it up, scratching again at his soul across his neck.]
[ There's a questioning look when he's pushed into the water - but any doubt he might have had are gone the moment he feels it isn't cold. If anything, it feels pleasant around him, though he's far more interested in how Emet is straddling in, in those kisses, and then finally he feels him scratching at his soul and this time - this time he lets out a full on whine, biting on his lip and letting his eyes fall shut as he shudders, his face going red ]
That — hurts.
[ but if his reaction is any indication, that's only a plus ]
Good. I would not want to dredge up painful memories.
[He hums as he scratches down with aetheric touches down his neck as bets his face gently, a juxtaposition between them. And he watches him very intently ensuring to catch every reaction.]
[ It's intense — it always is. But it's the contrast especially that makes it so, feeling the intense pain of those scratches against his core, and Hades' gentle touch. He gasps, keeping his eyes on him, not wanting to close them now ]
Even if you did we'd just have to make better ones, won't we...?
[ he shifts, moving once again his hands on Hades ass, with the full intention of groping him now ]
[He does rock his hips back once into his hands while straddling him, but he's focusing on the task in front of him.]
Some of your desires are peculiar, Five, but not in a bad way. And ever do you thrive on new experiences and control being taken from you.
[He stills at clawing roughly at his soul and instead uses those sharp edges begin to pick his soul apart, carefully, like creating a jigsaw puzzle. And thus he begins to separate his soul. He did say he would tell him to stop after all.]
Have you considered I might only be into this because it's you, doing this to me?
[ He's not sure if it's truly the case, but he does know the idea of anyone hurting him in any way would not be nearly as hot if it weren't Hades or Lahabrea. But in the end that's likely simply a matter of trust - of course he wouldn't enjoy being hurt when he can't trust his partner.
Once Emet stops and starts picking his soul apart, however, he can't hide the spike of fear and uncertainty. The pain is unlike anything he's ever felt and for a moment he can't think of anything else ]
[He kisses his temple and whispers words of comfort when concern fills Five. But that isn’t a request to stop so he doesn’t. He takes a piece from him tucking it carefully into his own aether and soul for safe keeping. Five will feel hazy and sharply in focus at the same time. While he will feel physically detached from his body the pathways of aether within him become exceedingly apparent. Kind of like if he could feel the blood flow in his veins. The paths it takes across muscles and into organs.
He lets him get used to that for a moment before he brushes a thumb across his shirt over a nipple disturbing the aether there as he does.]
[ It isn't. Part of him considered - asking him to stop. But so far trusting emet has paid off, and truthfully he's curious to see what he has in mind, what he wants to do to him.
And then he's left completely overwhelmed. He gasps, the feeling of himself like that weird and unfamiliar but not at all unpleasant when Emet brushes his thumb over his nipple and disturbs the aether like that. It's incredibly to feel it so strongly, and he squirms at the touch, though at this point he can't tell if it's a physical reaction, or if he's reacting to the aether being affected like that ]
[He says in casual response to his exclamation. He’ll pluck another piece from his soul carefully keeping it for safe keeping. And with the initial alarm now gone he will be able to feel these pieces of his soul still attached but just barely.
The second piece is similar to the first in it makes his aether sharply in focus with his physical body being less so. He’s trying to recreate a similar scenario to holding his soul after all. But with this piece in particular access to negative emotion seems harder. Worry. Doubt. Fear of failure seem to have a lesser hold on him.
He continues to brush his thumb physically and aetherically across that nipple as his other hand unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock free. He begins to stroke him physically. He might not even notice considering the circumstances.]
[ It is pleasant, in a way he's not sure he's even supposed to feel. He's not normally so attuned with aether, feeling it so strongly is different, and doubly so when it's blurring pain and pleasure together. And it's different from earlier as well, when Emet was holding his soul. He doesn't think he could feel this much then, but whatever doubt or worry he may have had about this is gone soon enough - along with others that are always on the back of his mind.
It makes it easier to focus on Emet's touch on his soul, on his aether. And though he can't quite feel his physical one around his cock, he's still rock hard in his grip, his body reacting to the stimulation and his ind and soul lost in pleasure just as much.
And with the connection to his physical body weakening he can't bother speaking, doesn't even feel like it, but he tries to communicate through his aether anyway that he doesn't want to stop this, that he wants Emet to continue. ]
[He takes his hand interlacing their fingers like they’ve done probably a hundred or more times in the short time they’ve know each other. He squeezes the aether there letting him know he understands and giving him something aetherically to hold onto.
He doesn’t carve off any more pieces of his soul. The fraction he has is good enough for now and he doesn’t want to overwhelm him too much especially after a bad game.
And he begins to stroke his cock firmly meeting his thrusts and adding aetherical touch to the action.]
Look how beautiful you are. How warm you feel. How brightly you shine even as I take pieces of you for myself.
[ He does hold onto him, clinging to his aether like it's a life-line. Worry, fear and doubt may be away from his mind but this is still incredibly intense, and it's taking some time to get used to it.
But it is new, and it is exciting. How right Hades had been when he said his mind seeks that. The way those touches feel, the way Hades moves with him, and the complete loss of control - to the point he's letting him take pieces of his soul for himself. It's amazing, and everything about it seems to confirm what he already was thinking earlier.
[He holds him in this position for a few minutes, longer than he should, idly stroking his cock as he watches him. His expression. His aether. Ever little move and gesture.
But a soul shouldn't be separated for too long and he wants to drag out his neediness, so he eventually will give the pieces back setting it all back into place.]
[ He doesn't know if that's a welcomed change or not. But being able to feel his physical body again is sudden, and slightly shocking despite the pleasure. His hands immediately reach for Hades shoulders, nails digging into him slightly as he catches his breath and rocks his hips into his hand, definitely feeling needy and desperate ]
But did it dispel any lingering doubts that you and I are both here, breathing and hearts beating?
[He gives him a firm stroke before bringing his hand to his own lips and licking the fingers clean. And then he tries to get him to sit up on the edge of the pool so he can remove his clothes proper.]
[ he's not allowed to be cute while he's dying to be touched properly!! There's another whine, and he holds his shoulders a little more tightly at that ]
[He caresses his cock once very lightly with an aetheric claw. It’s barely there and without scratching unlike earlier at his neck. That he would imagine would be the unpleasant kind of hurt.]
I had a suspicion.
[He waves off his own clothes and straddles him, lining up onto Five’s cock but not lowering down just yet.]
[ wow. He's growing more and more impatient, but he has to admit Hades is incredibly hot like this. He shifts, bringing his hands to his ass again, not trying to force him down but keeping his eyes on him ]
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It being unpredictable makes it exciting. But you know that already.
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He kisses his forehead, an eyelid, a cheek before he cups his chin in both hand and lifts it up, scratching again at his soul across his neck.]
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That — hurts.
[ but if his reaction is any indication, that's only a plus ]
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Would you like me to stop?
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I'll tell you if I need you to.
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[He hums as he scratches down with aetheric touches down his neck as bets his face gently, a juxtaposition between them. And he watches him very intently ensuring to catch every reaction.]
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Even if you did we'd just have to make better ones, won't we...?
[ he shifts, moving once again his hands on Hades ass, with the full intention of groping him now ]
Enjoying what you see?
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[He does rock his hips back once into his hands while straddling him, but he's focusing on the task in front of him.]
Some of your desires are peculiar, Five, but not in a bad way. And ever do you thrive on new experiences and control being taken from you.
[He stills at clawing roughly at his soul and instead uses those sharp edges begin to pick his soul apart, carefully, like creating a jigsaw puzzle. And thus he begins to separate his soul. He did say he would tell him to stop after all.]
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[ He's not sure if it's truly the case, but he does know the idea of anyone hurting him in any way would not be nearly as hot if it weren't Hades or Lahabrea. But in the end that's likely simply a matter of trust - of course he wouldn't enjoy being hurt when he can't trust his partner.
Once Emet stops and starts picking his soul apart, however, he can't hide the spike of fear and uncertainty. The pain is unlike anything he's ever felt and for a moment he can't think of anything else ]
Hades—
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[He kisses his temple and whispers words of comfort when concern fills Five. But that isn’t a request to stop so he doesn’t. He takes a piece from him tucking it carefully into his own aether and soul for safe keeping. Five will feel hazy and sharply in focus at the same time. While he will feel physically detached from his body the pathways of aether within him become exceedingly apparent. Kind of like if he could feel the blood flow in his veins. The paths it takes across muscles and into organs.
He lets him get used to that for a moment before he brushes a thumb across his shirt over a nipple disturbing the aether there as he does.]
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And then he's left completely overwhelmed. He gasps, the feeling of himself like that weird and unfamiliar but not at all unpleasant when Emet brushes his thumb over his nipple and disturbs the aether like that. It's incredibly to feel it so strongly, and he squirms at the touch, though at this point he can't tell if it's a physical reaction, or if he's reacting to the aether being affected like that ]
Ah!
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[He says in casual response to his exclamation. He’ll pluck another piece from his soul carefully keeping it for safe keeping. And with the initial alarm now gone he will be able to feel these pieces of his soul still attached but just barely.
The second piece is similar to the first in it makes his aether sharply in focus with his physical body being less so. He’s trying to recreate a similar scenario to holding his soul after all. But with this piece in particular access to negative emotion seems harder. Worry. Doubt. Fear of failure seem to have a lesser hold on him.
He continues to brush his thumb physically and aetherically across that nipple as his other hand unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock free. He begins to stroke him physically. He might not even notice considering the circumstances.]
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It makes it easier to focus on Emet's touch on his soul, on his aether. And though he can't quite feel his physical one around his cock, he's still rock hard in his grip, his body reacting to the stimulation and his ind and soul lost in pleasure just as much.
And with the connection to his physical body weakening he can't bother speaking, doesn't even feel like it, but he tries to communicate through his aether anyway that he doesn't want to stop this, that he wants Emet to continue. ]
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He doesn’t carve off any more pieces of his soul. The fraction he has is good enough for now and he doesn’t want to overwhelm him too much especially after a bad game.
And he begins to stroke his cock firmly meeting his thrusts and adding aetherical touch to the action.]
Look how beautiful you are. How warm you feel. How brightly you shine even as I take pieces of you for myself.
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But it is new, and it is exciting. How right Hades had been when he said his mind seeks that. The way those touches feel, the way Hades moves with him, and the complete loss of control - to the point he's letting him take pieces of his soul for himself. It's amazing, and everything about it seems to confirm what he already was thinking earlier.
I'm yours, completely.. ]
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But a soul shouldn't be separated for too long and he wants to drag out his neediness, so he eventually will give the pieces back setting it all back into place.]
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That was — unexpected.
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[He gives him a firm stroke before bringing his hand to his own lips and licking the fingers clean. And then he tries to get him to sit up on the edge of the pool so he can remove his clothes proper.]
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It did, though it feels a little like cheating, when you're influencing parts of my soul. But it does feel nice — being connected to you.
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As if you cared about a little bit of cheating. I'd call it being creative anyway.
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Hades—
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Yes, Five?
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That's not enough.
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I had a suspicion.
[He waves off his own clothes and straddles him, lining up onto Five’s cock but not lowering down just yet.]
You could have simply said you missed my warmth.
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You are such a tease, darling.
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