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[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?

Mm, no, I was just hoping it would give me an excuse to shower you with more attention.

[He scratches the back of his neck.]

Truly. Not upset in the slightest?

[Arches into it, like a cat!]

Perhaps, if you count worrying as being upset.

[He keeps up the petting then.]

And why do you worry for me?

More that I am scared of losing our connection. That at one point my words wouldn't reach you anymore.

[Running his fingers through Emet's hair in return. Only lazy snuggles now.]

I could assure you with words, but those never seem as real. I can only prove with actions that our connection cannot be broken.

I'm open to constantly being lavished with attention.

Not that I don't adore you, but I worry that would be a bit superficial.

How so? Wouldn't you mean it?

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