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[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.

[He smiles into his skin, voice still low.]

Take me so that it scratches, stretches, and bruises everywhere in limbs and torso and fulfillment. So that movement the days following will do nothing but remind me of you. Your touch. Your skin. Your voice. I want to hear it and feel it even as I close my eyes. I already cannot bear to be apart from you. Hold me at the edge and mark me, stop me when I am too eager, so that I will never forget.

[He says all this as he tries to impale himself further on Lahabrea's fingers looking for a rhythm. Voice shaking and breathe warm against Lahabrea's neck as he gets the words out is shuttering chunks.]

I've always admired you, even back in Amaurot. Your strength. Your conviction. You ability to see the future. I have grown to love you for it.

[Now that is entirely too much. He shudders, pulling Emet hard against him, fucking him with his fingers roughly. Tilting his head to claim his mouth, ravishing it in time with his hand for a moment.

And then he lets his face go, pushing Emet forward, pressing him against the wall and pulling his fingers from his ass.]

Eloquent when you wish to be. How can I do aught but offer you what you wish, when you ask so?

[He licks his own palm, wetting his cock though it hardly be enough, and roughly grabs Emet's hip with a hand, positioning with the other and rocking against him, teasing a moment, not letting Emey-Selch push back and impale himself impatiently, but leaning forward to kiss his shoulder with utmost gentleness. Words soft and heartfelt, with all the love and possessiveness and tender adoration he can express.]

I love you, dearly, completely. You are precious to me beyond description or compare. My dearest, beloved Hades.

[And with another gentle, affectionate kiss, he slams his cock into Emet-Selch without hesitation, rough, hard, bottoming out and pressing him to the wall in one brutal movement.]

[He'll bemoan about the aches and pains once this imp affect wears off. Probably.

He is kissing back with as much fervor as he can manage before he's shoved forward and held there. Delight shivers through him as he looks over his shoulder with have lidded eyes full approval. All he can do is spread his legs a little further in invitation.

He can't think of words to reply at the first kiss and then the second. Not that he needs to as his voice breaks into something between a yelp, a hiss of pain, and a guttural moan at Lahabrea's actions. Fingers flex in their bonds as his head falls back while pain gives away to pleasure. Good thing the wall is there to brace him as his thighs tremble.]

[He will not be even a little sorry for his roughness (maybe a tiny bit).

He does keep a hand on Emet's hip to hold him upright, steady. And the wall is there to do the rest of the heavy lifting on bearing his weight.

Which leaves Lahabrea free to kiss and pet Emet's back gently before pulling mostly out, and slamming into him, this time with a hard smack to his already sore ass in accompaniment.]

[Goodness that gets him to almost shriek in response despite his efforts. He blushes deeply almost immediately. And being shoved into the wall does nothing for his hardening cock as that just gets him to grit his teeth in delight.

But he was getting more than worked up before this part began so he can't do much more than pant out Lahabrea's real name in a stuttered mantra.]

[It is entrancing. And between fucking Emet brutally, pulling his hair, scratching his sides, and slappimg his ass, he does run his fingers along his back, kiss him, whisper gentle I love yous and adoration.

He is doing his best to drag Emet to the edge without hurrying about it, enjoying himself entirely, especially with his friend's so delightful reactions.]

You are beautiful this way, Hades.

[He's flushed red to the ears at this point, panting, whimpering when he's scraped up against the wall, and gritting his teeth as the slaps to reddened flesh. And he's enjoying every moment of it.]

Please, I--i...

[During any brief pauses of tenderness he does try to lean back against him staying as close as he can.]

[That please is the sweetest sound, then again, so are all the whimpers. He holds Emet against him, kisses the shell of one of his ears, grinding hard into him and reaching around to slide his fingers around Emet's cock, gentle again, though at this point Emet really is rather marked up.]

Mm?

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