[He cannot help the hitched way his breatch catches, easily felt under Emet-Selch's hand on his throat. He leans back more comfortably on the man, it isn't as if Emet isn't quite large enough to take his weight, so he'll relax, biting his lip in pleasure at the attention, somewhat frustrated he can only reach back to lightly touch or hold the back of Emet's head from this position.]
So you complain, yet you seem to be doing well enough.
[Continuing to restrict his air, letting the gasps filter through his fingers. It's not enough to make him dizzy or on the verge of losing awareness just a pressure ever present.]
I would be disappointed if I couldn't pleasure you even like this.
[He takes his weight easily bowing his head so he has easier access as he begins to stroke his cock in earnest, tight and quick, in order to draw sounds from him.]
[The pressure is pleasant at that level, a little heady on top of what else Emet is doing.
And of course simply being touched and held by the other man is its own pleasure.
He grips Emet's hair a little tightly as he rocks into his touch. Not trying to make noise but not holding it back when a soft moan or gasp escapes him either, relaxing into it.]
[He keeps stroking him both hard an gentle scrapes. As for the hand on his neck he keeps the pressure but his grip is large enough to pull it to the top of his throat so he can press two fingers to his lips asking for entrance.]
[He parts his lips easily, licking and sucking on Emet's fingers with no reservation whatsoever, though it does keep whatever noises he'd make at the rest of the delightful attention more muffled.]
[The attentiveness makes him blush. He knew it would, but there is little he could do to prepare as he lets a few very indulgent sounds out of his lips.
But he pulls them out after a bit of indulgence as he scout him up on his lap so he can gently insert a finger.]
[He really does need to bully Emet's hands more. But he's only given some time to thoroughly attend them before the fingers are removed and he sighs at the loss, rocking up on his knees cooperatively.
The finger has him inhaling, sharply, even though he's ready for it. He relaxes against Emet as his eyes close to take it, breathing slowly.]
[He stretches him a little before adding the second. With his free hand he does attempt to get him to relax against him. He has no problem bearing his weight and finding a position to pleasure him in.
He kisses the shell of his ear, his, cheek, his neck letting him adjust. One hand does go back to his neck but to hold it up and not squeeze, at least not yet.]
[He has little issue relaxing back against Emet, and he does make some cute noises at the combination of kisses and touches, squirming on his fingers some as he adjusts.
He lets go of Emet's hair to capture the hand on his neck. Not because it's not nice there, but because he can lift it to his lips instead, kissing Emet's palm and the tips of each finger.]
[He shudders as Lahabrea takes his hand. He can't suppress the shiver so instead he runs the flat of his tongue down the side of his neck in retaliation, biting at the juncture of throat and shoulder.
And he does enjoy those noises as he digs in further searching for his prostrate so he can run the pad of his finger over it.]
[His fingers tighten around Emet's wrist, body going stiff as the bite coincides with that brush of fingers over prostate and all he can do is arch against Emet-Selch, breath stuttering and cheeks red. A soft keen of pleasure escaping his lips as he presses then to the man's palm once more.]
[He's going to continue to brush over that spot in continuous uneven time intervals to keep him on edge, internally thanking himself that he has such long fingers in comparison.
And he does coo in his own way at the palm kissing, but it isn't nearly as enticing as watching Lahabrea writhe. He thumbs his chin before moving his hand to take one of Lahabrea's free one and placing it over Lahabrea's cock.]
[It's really an unfair advantage, and has Lahabrea gasping and making little noises more than he would like! But it feels incredibly good, and he gives up holding onto Emet's hand, letting his own be dragged down to circle his own cock.]
[He leaves his hand there to pleasure himself as he slicks up his own cock with spit. After another long brush against his prostrate, he pulls his fingers out brushing them against his own thigh before he takes Lahabrea's hips into both of his hands.]
[He makes a vaguely incoherent noise biting his own lips before taking a breath and rocking his hips up before Emet can even urge it, grinding back against the length of his cock without getting on him, just very helpfully teasing here.]
[He lets go of his own cock, curling forward with a soundless gasp, out of breath entirely, arm stretched forward and three fingers touching the ground to brace himself as he pants, his other hand clutching the back of Hades's neck to keep himself from slipping forward entirely.
His hair is hiding his face in a curtain but the rough struggle to breathe and the way he trembles in Hades's hold tells enough of how pleased he is, even if it is a lot.]
[He shudders, breath still coming short, pleasure in the hitch of it. And pushes himself to lean back against Emet, the movement causing him to sink and adjust further onto his cock with a soft, keening whine.]
[He cries out, strangled, and does attempt to stay upright a little longer, but it is even more difficult to stay in this position than it is for Emet to fuck him in it, and soon he's dropping forward again.]
Emet-Selch!
[Admonishment or encouragement? He's not sure. Protest a little at the words, maybe.]
[He does have two hands, one to stroke him and one to claps around the front of his neck and use it as leverage to hold him back so he can't lean forward. All while pushing up into him, letting gravity do most of the work.]
[He lifts a hand to curl over Emet's wrist, hold on as he shudders, face flushed. He has to squirm when he feels so filled and yet hardly able to move, the angle delightful for pleasure but difficutl for personal control.]
You are... insufferable.
[Is that what he meant to say? Well he means it now.]
[He bites his shoulder as he continues to thrust into him, strangle him slightly, and stroke his cock firmly. He's just enjoying every sound, every squirm, every shudder. Good thing he is small sized just for him.]
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So you complain, yet you seem to be doing well enough.
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I would be disappointed if I couldn't pleasure you even like this.
[He takes his weight easily bowing his head so he has easier access as he begins to stroke his cock in earnest, tight and quick, in order to draw sounds from him.]
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And of course simply being touched and held by the other man is its own pleasure.
He grips Emet's hair a little tightly as he rocks into his touch. Not trying to make noise but not holding it back when a soft moan or gasp escapes him either, relaxing into it.]
I do not think you are capable of failing that.
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But he pulls them out after a bit of indulgence as he scout him up on his lap so he can gently insert a finger.]
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The finger has him inhaling, sharply, even though he's ready for it. He relaxes against Emet as his eyes close to take it, breathing slowly.]
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He kisses the shell of his ear, his, cheek, his neck letting him adjust. One hand does go back to his neck but to hold it up and not squeeze, at least not yet.]
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He lets go of Emet's hair to capture the hand on his neck. Not because it's not nice there, but because he can lift it to his lips instead, kissing Emet's palm and the tips of each finger.]
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[He shudders as Lahabrea takes his hand. He can't suppress the shiver so instead he runs the flat of his tongue down the side of his neck in retaliation, biting at the juncture of throat and shoulder.
And he does enjoy those noises as he digs in further searching for his prostrate so he can run the pad of his finger over it.]
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[His fingers tighten around Emet's wrist, body going stiff as the bite coincides with that brush of fingers over prostate and all he can do is arch against Emet-Selch, breath stuttering and cheeks red. A soft keen of pleasure escaping his lips as he presses then to the man's palm once more.]
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And he does coo in his own way at the palm kissing, but it isn't nearly as enticing as watching Lahabrea writhe. He thumbs his chin before moving his hand to take one of Lahabrea's free one and placing it over Lahabrea's cock.]
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So helpful.
[He holds his hips tight to avoid him moving and thrusts into him as deep as he can go in one stroke.]
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His hair is hiding his face in a curtain but the rough struggle to breathe and the way he trembles in Hades's hold tells enough of how pleased he is, even if it is a lot.]
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He doesn't move inside him yet but he does kiss the back of his neck and down the first few vertebrae in adoration.]
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You really can't stay still, can you? But your fire, your passion, that's what always has made you so enticing. So beautiful.
[It is not the easiest at this angle, but he does pull out and thrust into him, once twice. Seating himself as deeply as he can.]
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Emet-Selch!
[Admonishment or encouragement? He's not sure. Protest a little at the words, maybe.]
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Yes, my impassioned friend?
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You are... insufferable.
[Is that what he meant to say? Well he means it now.]
Do not stop.
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