[He is absolutely going to slap his hands away if he tries. Only letting him, unless he is persistent, until after he's dressed up in the frilly dress to which he straddles his lap again.]
[He grumbles but does sit back on his hands when denied, letting himself enjoy the sight of Hades with a big grin until finally his has him on his lap where he can settle his hands at his waist and grin even wider.]
[He digs his fingers in his hair and kisses him roughly letting the skirt ride up as he pushes into him. He also shoves his aether down his throat. You know, as a treat.]
[This evening there are rose petals scattered on your bed, and leading out the window. They glow faintly with Hythlodaeus's magic, a trail leading down and out into the forest, you could follow it with your eyes closed.]
[He absolutely wears one of those long white nightshirts to bed. Unflattering in all aspects.
Also, Mochi would probably have a heart attack if he saw the petals and they weren't for him. But it is cute and he uses a little magic to 'reform' them into proper roses that he can put on his nightstand.
He doesn't bother to change before heading out into the woods and following that trail.]
[The unflattering nightshirt is a charm point. Truly. At least to Hythlodaeus.
The clearing they lead to is lit by dozens of little floating jars holding fireflies. It's not a great light source but they probably have good night vision. And it's pretty. Somewhere in the shadows a violin and cello sit, enchanted and ready. All simple magic even a mortal could do.
Hythlodaeus stands in the clearing and proffers a bow when Emet arrives, holding one hand out.]
Can I not simply want to lure you out with petals and music for a dance now and then? It is truly no deeper than that. Much as I appreciate the faith that there's more on my mind than you.
[He smiles and brushes Emet's hair back.]
I have plenty of worries Hades, but right now, how can I not just--wish to be in the moment, every moment you are with me?
[He grins, certainly leading the dance, but he will at times steal a kiss in return. The cheek, Emet's lips, or his forehead.]
I hope you do forgive me the cruelty then, I cannot have you here before me and help myself from romancing you.
[He keeps the steps simple, because really the main point is just to have Emet in his arms and enjoying his company, getting to hold him, look at him closely, act for a moment like a romantic little night is normal.]
It's a terrible failing of mine, but I blame you entirely for being irresistible.
I would be more upset if you did not try to romance me.
[He keeps up the little touches as well. A reassurance that he is actually here. And he'll even take a moment to undo his braid so that his hair can fall down his neck and back.]
Besides, I can already hear the Hades you know griping about taking care of you properly. Of course, I would while he is unable. Undoubtedly, the same would go for the Hythlodeaus from my star.
Ha! I can imagine you being adorably mournful without my attention, but I don't think I could ever ignore you long enough to see it. Luckily for you.
[Small kisses, the brush of his thumb over Emet's wrist and hip, at the small of his back, against his skin or aether or both. Reassurance to both of them. He even tilts his head to help, shaking it to loosen his hair and let it fall around his shoulders when the braid is undone.]
If I did not bother you incessantly I cannot imagine what my counterpart of your star would say. Nothing nice, I'm certain. But if you imagine the Hades of my star would scold, you should definitely listen! Who would know best, after all?
It's very fortunate neither of us plans to disappoint them!
Do you think I would play hard to get even now? Anything you desire, I would give it to you. Even my own team though they would be distraught to hear it.
[He leans their foreheads together and mingles their aether just on the edge. A constant reminder.]
No. We will not.
But I find it hard to believe you will simply be content with dances and kisses.
[He takes parts of him and gives parts of himself so that it is really hard to tell who is leading and who is following in the dance. And truth be told, he doesn't care. This exactly how he prefers it.]
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