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[He encourages it as he coats his fingers in salvia.]

I imagine you don't have supplied in the glove compartment. Or perhaps you do.

[He tugs his fingers from his mouth and works a finger into him.]

[He blushes deeper when he realizes what Emet intends, but it only serves to encourage him more as Hythlodaeus sucks on his fingers, getting them properly wet. Panting a bit when he pulls back.]

You could have asked before.

[Though his tone is huffy, Hyth's mind is on other things right now, really. He makes a small satisfied noise as Emet works that finger into him, leaning down a little to hide his face in the crook of Emet's neck.]

Mm...

I could have yet here we are.

[He pets his hair with his free hand, kissing his forehead as he stretches him. It's exciting but also soothing to have Hythlodeaus on his lap like this.]

I could get used that expression.

[This is really nice, actually. Hythlodaeus still really likes attention, and the petting and kisses in addition to being worked open is pretty much ideal. He makes another pleased noise, gently digging his fingers into Emet's clothes.]

Is that so?~ Well, you'd still have to work for it.

Haven't I worked enough?

[Complaining for the sake of it as he curls his fingers inside him in an attempt to distract him. Oh, and let's be honest, he wants to hear the sounds he makes.]

[He chuckles in response, nuzzling into his neck.]

I meant, if you want to see it on other days too.

[And Emet can certainly enjoy himself, because Hythlodaeus gasps and whimpers softly at feeling his fingers curl inside him. And he's not at all bashful about showing how much he likes it, pressing up against Emet more and tightening around his fingers.]

Ah-- Hades...

[He leans his head against his temple.]

Let me take care of you.

[He digs his fingers in deeper trying to hit that pleasurable spot.]

Mm...

[He hums his pleasure again, closing his eyes and letting himself focus on the stimulation. And Emet's efforts are not unrewarded: his breathing grows shorter and he whimpers once Emet's fingers hit that spot. Clinging tighter and trying to rock back into the touch.]

Hades-- T-There--

[He grips his cock with his other hand as he continues to finger fuck him. He kisses his forehead and watches him. Every movement. The way he looks.]

You're beautiful like this.

[IT'S ILLEGAL TO JUST SPRING THAT ON HIM? Even distracted as he is Hythlodaeus looks flustered at that, both happy and embarrassed. He might just want Emet to shower him with attention and compliments, but refuses to say so outright.]

Am I now?..

[He squeaks and then whines needily grabs his cock; he really can't tell if that'll be for a handjob or orgasm denial. Both are good, of course, but in different ways, and Hythlodaeus tries to test his luck by rolling his hips into it, wordlessly asking to be pleasured more.]

You liked that. Is that all I need to do? Shower with you with praise and love and desire. Was giving you my mask not enough declaration of my devotion?

[It's a handjob. He wants this to be as pleasurable as possible for him.]

Well, could you ever have enough attention from me?

[Playfully petulant! But he's pretty distracted, letting himself melt into the physical sensations, no longer trying to hold back his moans. But he keeps wanting to be closer to Emet, shifting in his lap to be able to have as much skin contact as possible.]

I love you, Hades.

[He murmurs before sealing their lips together in a kiss, hungry but affectionate.]

Oh, don't deflect. What do you want, Hythlodaeus?

[He says just his name in the ancient language as he comes closer to him. Though he isn't in a place to hear the answer because his mouth is now occupied with kissing him back.

And he still doesn't stop stroking his cock and his insides. In fact that might just be getting a little rougher every time he twitches or pushes further into his hand. There is something delightful about having him shiver and shudder just for him.]

[The roughness is effective! He breaks the kiss with a moan and another shudder, nails scrabbling at Emet's shoulders as he tries to keep himself together enough to still be able to think.]

I-- ah-- what do you think I want?

[Unfortunately, he still has enough brainpower left to be a little shit.]

I think you still don't know the answer to that yourself.

[He's doing his best now to shut down his brain, working him harder and trying to release some of that tension he can feel building.]

[It does work! He pants against Emet's shoulder, whimpering and eyes unfocused as it starts to get a little bit too much. He won't last much longer like this.]

Hades!

[He moans out the name in the Ancient tongue as well, but then tries to gather himself together enough to speak properly. Even if he's not very successful at it.]

I want-- you inside me...

[Oh.]

I think you greatly overestimate my dexterity in this situation. Not to mention I worry you would hit your skull on the roof of this vehicle.

[WELL UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU HE'S NOW TOO BRAINLESS TO GIVE CONSIDERATION TO THAT]

Please...

No.

[Hythlodaeus will surely thank him later when he isn't nursing bruises on his head.

But he does kiss him to stop any further protest as he continues to work him. And he is trying to pleasure him as much as possible with his current appendages. Hopefully, that will make him forget about his request.]

[He will forget about it for now, but he will also whine about it later, because he likes being spoiled.

But for now he kisses back hungrily, holding onto Emet all the tighter and rocking his hips into the movement. Even if it's not exactly what he wanted, it's still more than pleasant, and it's not long until Hythlodaeus tightens around Emet's fingers, scratching at Emet's skin and moaning into the kiss as his body convulses with pleasure and he finally spills. It's going to make a mess over both of them, but hey, whose fault is that? He slumps against Emet, breathing heavily and shivering in the afterglow.]

Hades...

[He overstimulates him on purpose. Digging in fingers and stroking his cock well beyond the comfort point. But he'll stop soon enough when he's boneless and pliant and just a puddle in his lap.]

Yes, Hythlodaeus?

[Absolute menace. He whines as he's overstimulated, scratching at Emet's shoulders more, but doesn't have much brainpower to resist left - and it comes as a relief when Emet finally relents. He buries his face in his shoulder, trying to restore his breathing and braincells.]

... Mmf. You're... [the worst. But]

I love you.

I know you do.

[He kisses his temple.]

And I love you, too.

[He wraps his arms around him and simply pets him, enjoying the quiet moment.]

[Definitely slumping against him, cuddling as close as he can. Pamper him now.]

Here I thought you doubted my affection.

[Kissing his neck gently; it's more a peck because he doesn't have the energy for anything more right now, but it's the thought that matters.]

Oh? Are you still sore with me about that?

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