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[Ah not fair at all really. He loops his arm around Emet to help steady him, kissing his shoulder again and petting his stinging flesh.

He'll drape the belt over his own shoulder, after a moment. Freeing his hand fully to caress Emet's hip while the other travels up his chest to push him back, let Emet lean on him like this, he can beat most of his weight for a little while.]

Yes, Hades?

Is this when you want me to beg?

[He tugs on his hair a little especially when he brushes over reddened marks. Now that he is fully resting against Lahabrea, he takes the hand at his hip and tries to move it forward to the part of him that is craving attention.]

[He lets Hades move his hand but all he does is lightly brush with his fingers, all teasing and no relief.]

Do feel free to. If like to hear it.

[Rolling his hips up into that light tough.]

Please.

[He kisses his neck, smiling at the word, holding Emet tighter. Warm and possessive. Curling his fingers around Emet's cock, stroking him carefully.]

[Those kisses are delightful, so he tilts his head to the side to allow him better access.

He lets out a shuddering breathe of relief even if the touch is still careful. It's enough to push his hips into and he's embarrassed enough about the very small amount of pleading he did.]

[The embarassment is appealing, would be without any sadism really. He tightens his hold, nipping where his lips are.]

[The nipping gets a low moan out of him because he really, really wishes to bite Lahabrea. To taste his blood, warm and thick.

Ah, but later as he continues to rock up into Lahabrea's hand. The hand at his wrist travels up his arm and shoulder to join with the other in his hair.]

[He pulls Emet tightly close, biting more sharply as he strokes him, pace picking up, a little rough, decidedly intending to get reactions.]

[At the sharper bite, he openly moans his name again followed by another 'please'. He's panting now, no longer trying to bite down any noises he's making. And he's rocking into Lahabrea's hand as his legs begin to quiver not it delightful pain but arousal and effort.

But still it isn't enough.

He removes one of his hand from Lahabrea's hair and reaches behind him, blindly groping for Lahabrea's hip to tug it forward so he can feel his cock on reddened skin.]

[He rocks his hips forward with little prompting, erection hard against Emet's sore flesh, and he is not remotely shy about grinding against him despite that soreness.

His hand settles on Emet's throat as well, squeezing lightly as he grinds against him.]

[That's stings delightfully and he makes sure to rock back into him before thrusting into his hand.

He hisses delightfully at the fingers around his throat, pulse racing even faster as he lets out in a hoarse voice.]

Harder.

[He is quite hard after all these ministrations and teasing and has almost moved beyond the enjoying the feeling to also chasing his release.]

[It is entirely appealing seeing Emet-Selch so wanton and enjoying himself.

Of course he's not that indulgent though, fingers squeezing his neck a moment, cock grinding against his ass painfully, but not doing anything more then lightly stroking Emet's own arousal.]

I do not believe you are in a position to demand.

[He let's out a choked sound, licking his lips, eyes bright with delight.]

Even after I begged?

[He lets go of Emet's cock, brings his hand back to fondle and then harshly slap his ass, still holding him by the throat.

The blow isn't the same force as earlier, but given the state of Emet's ass it doesn't need to be.]

You call that begging, my friend? Truly I've been too soft.

[Well, that gets a strangled noise out of him. And he looks back at him with a bit of a challenged and playful glare.

He leans flushed back against him straightening a little as he reaches behind him to stroke Lahabrea's cock.]

[He yanks lightly on Emet's neck, not letting him straighten, though he smiles at the stroking of his cock.]

So much pride. It's one of your beautiful qualities.

But you will have no satisfaction from me until you ask for it.

And you'll have not satisfaction until you are a bit more forceful, Lahabrea.

[Said as best and menacing as he can considering there are fingers around his throat. At least Lahabrea gets to feel every word as it bobs in his throat.

If he can't straighten, well, he has other plans. He does have longer arms after all. He'll stroke him a few more times letting his digits brush along the edge of his cock too soft to be of any gratifying feeling.

And then he'll grab Lahabrea's hips with both hands and tug him towards his backside. The act is stinging and makes him shiver much like whenever Lahabrea brushed up against reddened skin. And he's seeking to impale himself without preparation. Not that the angle makes this easy in any terms, but he's willing to try, try again.]

[He hums as Emet tries! It's not like this isn't quite pleasurable, for him. But he's not letting Emet have his way, lifting his free hand to shove in Emet's mouth, wetting his fingers forcefully, he presses them to Emet's entrance, two at once to sink in, rather curtailing Emet's attempts.]

Demanding. But I can work you up and keep you there, is that what you're asking for then? And here I thought you might like actual relief.

But you can beg for that when you've had enough.

[When fingers are forced into his mouth, he lathers them with his tongue, sucking on digits. As much as he can in a light stranglehold. And then he hisses when fingers enter him pushing his hips down onto them as best he can at this awkward leaning angle. Sometimes he really dislikes being this tall.]

Getting warmer. You did tell me many delightful things. I do hope you keep your word.

[He still has use of his hands which means he'll reach back and stroke Lahabrea's cock with one and touch himself with the other.]

[He snorts, grabbing both of Emet's arms to pull them back behind him and yank them together, wrapping Emet's own belt around them at the elbow over and over and then buckling it closed. There's no easy way to struggle out of that.]

What are you hoping for?

[He does test the binding noting the secure construction. He mouth turns upwards in a smile.]

This. I did hint at it without saying it in as many words.

I wonder if you can guess the other.

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Of course.

[He drops his hand, shoving two fingers into Emet again, rough and pulling his hip with his other hand.]

But I did tell you to beg.

[He hisses as he leans back. He leans his head against Lahabrea's in almost a soft gesture as he pants against his neck. He does try to push down into his hand as he whispers out.]

How? With words of how much I want this? To what lengths I adore you?

Tell me, Lahabrea.

[Ah, that's a bit much, he can barely contain his want for this man, both tender and possessive, and he kisses his temple softly in an effort at restraint.]

All of it, my love.

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