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[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?

[He reflexively tries to tangle a hand in Lahabrea's hair at the kiss, but he simply struggles in his bonds for the effort. And sentences are hard, especially when he's reaching around even if it is a light touch.

He doesn't say anything but rolls his hips into his hand as they shudder.]

Perhaps I'm being cruel.

[He murmurs against Emet-Selch's ear, rolling his hips gently in time with his soft strokes. Gentle just for a moment, though still pushing Emet up against the wall.]

Solvable problem.

[He slurs with a whine at the actions and being pushed forward for the simple fact that Lahabrea is warm and the wall is not.]

[He laughs, delighted, and lets go of his friend, pulling out entirely and turning him around, to shove his back against the wall, trapping his arms uncomfortably.

He can hardly lift Emet but he can pull one of his thighs to hook around his leg, holding him still to push back into him, too rough, too dry, fingers tangling in his hair to drag him into a possessive kiss.]

[Better. Much, much better. He hisses as he enters again but does help hook his leg around his hip for better access. And it is much easier to roll his hips forward in this position.

He's greedy in the kiss, nipping, exploring with his tongue, trying to drown in the taste of him. But he pulls back after a moment trying to duck even with Lahabrea's hands in his hair to kiss at his neck.]

[He knows what that is aiming for. Yanks roughly on Emet's hair to stop him, laughing breathlessly and moving the hand from his hip back to his cock, squeezing admonishingly before beginning to stroke him in rough time to his fucking.]

I promised you after. We aren't done yet.

[He gives him a flat look though his eyes are bright as he's stopped. He can practically hear Lahabrea's pulse in his own ears. How is he supposed to resist that?

He runs his tongue over his fangs, challenging.]

If you th--- ah!

[Never mind. That is how he is resisting it as he bows his head. He grinds into his hand and cock as much as he is able while tugging him closer with his leg.]

[He presses closer, keeping a tight hold on Emet's hair. But he will speed up his hand, grind in roughly before pulling out to slam in again, changing angles a little until he's properly grazing Emet's prostate with most movements. Voice rough with his own desire, cheeks flushed. His own eyes bright and into every part of this. ]

Impatient?

Yes.

[He's trying to get impossibly closer by leaning forward and tugging at him with the leg over is hip. Any further words are lost into incoherence as he changes his angle. He's panting, his legs are shaking, and he's trying his hardest to get out of the restraint.]

Just.... ...close.

[He bites out the word with gritted teeth before saying his name. And by the tremors and involuntary jerking of his body, he won't be lasting much longer.]

[He speeds up, leans closer, rough in pace until he can feel Emet just on the edge, and then his fingers tighten on the base of his cock, holding him securely, too tight to let him come though he doesn't stop fucking him. Moaning softly but also grinning.

Emet-Selch did ask for this too, after all.]

[He did. That doesn't stop him from being absolutely affronted as he shouts his name.

Don't think he doesn't miss that grin, Mister!

... Not that there is anything he can do about it. Slave as he is to his own passions at the moment, there is little he can do but squirm uncomfortably in his grip as Lahabrea continues to hit that spot to unravel him. So he shudders while spitting out incoherence.

Is it kind of like begging?]

[That affronted shout is just what he wanted. Well that and the incoherence. He's already on the edge himself, all of this has been hard to keep control through, when Hades is so damned attractive like this.

He keeps driving into him, rough, nipping his neck and panting against his skin, but his vice hold on Emet's cock doesn't loosen. Keeping him in the edge and not letting him calm down or spill over.]

You look.... incredible this way.

[Thoroughly debauched. He could get used to this view.]

[Pulling at his restraints in a redoubled effort even if he isn't fully aware he's doing that.

His entire body shudders at each movement with his balance threatening to give way. His breath is ragged, hitched, and without thought he tilts his neck to give Lahabrea better access.

With each thrust he gives out an unfettered cry. And while his mind is scattered, he's enjoying every moment.]

I-I... please ... Please.

[Delightful. He sucks a hickey onto Emet's neck, shivering as the man pleads, cries out, is basically too appealing not to want to possess body and soul. It's a shame only the first is possible right now, but he's still enjoying it.

He doesn't give in immediately, pulling Emet tight against him and lifting his head to kiss him hungrily, jerking his hips up against him, fucking him to near his own climax, growling roughly as he finally loosens his grip, strokes his cock hard.]

Come for me. My love, my Hades.

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[Intertwined as they are, he won't miss the full body shudder at his name, his true name being said. Sure, Lahabrea has said it before but never like that.

And he doesn't need any more convincing than that. He wraps around him as best as he can with his arms restrained. One leg higher around his hip, the other tucking in behind his knee.

And does he cry out, probably Lahabrea's name. Though it is garbled as he's trying to breathe at the same time. And he's simply shuddering against him. Give him a moment this was fairly intense.]

[Lahabrea certainly has never said Hades's name in such a deeply possessive way before, that is for sure.

He is shuddering himself. Coming hard while holding onto Emet tightly. Orgasm rocking through him hard enough to make him see white.

It leaves him panting against Emet's neck, leaning on him and thus, the wall. Good buddy wall, the only thing keeping them both upright.

After a moment or six he gently drags Emet with him in a controlled fall to the floor, reaching around him to fumble the binding on his arms loose, a little weakly as he feels boneless from the intense pleasure.]

[When his arms are released, he doesn't even complain, he just pulls Lahabrea to him, winding arms and legs around him and simply holding him tightly.

Holding him as much as he can with his current noddle limbs anyway.

He whispers his name followed by the deepest sentiment of gratitude for his existence in his life.]

[He curls himself around Hades in turn, arms and legs twining, fingers in his hair and sliding soothingly and gently down his back, kissing his temple and cheek.

The sentiment is returned, with soft pets and kisses and adoring words and touch. Mostly boneless though, soothing]

My dearest love. I do believe I was a bit rough with you.

[Not that Hades seemed to mind]

[Sitting is stinging. His arms feel like pins and needles. He's quite sensitive all over.

But he doesn't care wrapped up with Lahabrea as he is in their boneless way.]

You were never one for half measures.

[Carding fingers through his hair and then cupping his cheek.]

Thank you for the indulgence. I do hope you were satisfied as well.

My beloved, it was all I could do to keep composure after a while. It took most of my concentration.

More than satisfied.

[He lifts a hand, captures one of Emet's to bring to his lips, kissing his fingers each in turn, slow and sensual but not in a getting ready for the next round way, just enjoying touch, affection, the existence of his friend and love and giving him soft attention.]

That was wonderful. Thank you as well. And I would always indulge you in any fashion, should you ask.

[He watches him kiss each finger, eyes regaining their brightness, a bit of a predatory look. He pets his lower back ensuring to scrape along his scales.]

I did notice some new additions. Ones I do intend to thoroughly explore. But not in the elevator. But do not think that we are done. I will move you to somewhere more comfortable.

[If he can move. That's a big 'if'.]

...If you can walk without wincing I did a terrible job.

I'll help you back to your room.

[Though how badly do we want to put on clothes, he's debating. At least enough for modesty probably]

[He hasn't stood up yet. It's kind of like declaring you aren't drunk and then you fall over immediately upon standing. He'll get there. The endorphin high will run its course soon.

Speaking of not moving though, he's just going to sit back and watch Lahabrea fish for clothes looking appreciatively at him.]

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