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[He was seeing how far he needed to go to make Emet blush. Seems like further? But on the other hand he can tell there's some effect to all that. Not the flustered protesting he might have once expected, but he shouldn't expect that anymore should he?

At the very least now that he's not so desperately distracted with Hades existing he can pay close attention to all the details and differences. Relearn what he's forgotten, and what's changed. Though who knows if he'll remember which is which.

He settles his fingertips on the small of Hades's back.]

I thought we might walk out of here just like this actually. Since the whole in public part is over.

Absolutely not. It will chafe.

[That's the problem. Yes. Not the over familiarity, the heat pooling, and all the other conflicting feelings.]

Oh come now, you'll be just fine.

[That protest only eggs him on? Makes him push at Emet's back just little, urging him forward. There's definitely no problem with walking bound as he is! That rope will definitely rub places but that is the point.]

Of course I will be, but why would I?

[If he pushes on his back, he's going to just lean his entire body weight on him. A non-verbal 'carry me'. He really should have added a collar to drag him.]

Oh, I see.

[He has to laugh. Well, collar next time. This time he'll respond to that little cue, whether Hades really intended him to or not!

He flattens his palm on Hades's back and bends over to sweep his the arm quickly behind his knees, lifting him in a princess carry.

All this movement is not going to spare Hades the jostling of the ropes at all but he does get Hythlodaeus cheerfully carting him outside.]

[There is a strangled sound that he tries to keep in as the ropes are jostled and Hythlodaeus will definitely be close enough to hear it without problem. He can't wrap his arms around his neck, but he will lean his head against his shoulder being as demure as his position allows him.]

What a dear!

[That's gratifying! He is sure to adjust Hades in his arms a few times just to jostle him even more.]

Of course I am. And a gentleman besides.

[He says as he deliberately adjusts Hades again. Not so much he disturbs the head on his shoulders, but it sure does move the rope a lot. ]

[He squirms and bites his lip breathing harshly through his nose.]

Is 'embarrassing someone' on your card? You might have gotten an entire line at this rate.

Haha, don't you know this is entirely for my personal gratification?

[When he does find a room to stop in he doesn't set Hades down, he just sits and holds Hades in his lap.]

[When he's put in his lap, he will cross one leg over the other eliciting a hiss but that's on purpose.]

If you want physical comfort, Hythlodaeus, all you need to do is ask.

If they're going to insist I tie you up I will have fun with it.

[He grips Hades's chin, pulling his face up to kiss him firmly. Grinning when he releases him but it's maybe a little too intense?]

For comfort, I'll take your soul. But I do want you in every way, and I'll have you in every way I want.

"For comfort"?

[Drawling after licking his lips after the kiss. He doesn't mind the too intense gaze. His is probably the same, honestly.]

Do you really think I care about comfort?

I think that entirely depends on the comfort we're referring to.

[He could drown in that gaze? Sighing softly as he cups Emet's cheeks, for a moment giving him the softest look, before he smirks a little.]

Shall I take that as an invitation to play a little rough? Though I suppose that was somewhat the point to begin with.

[He doesn't wait for acknowledgement, tugging at the ropes a little more sharply than is strictly comfortable.]

[He hisses, of course he does, shifting in his lap. Maybe grinding against him just a little.]

Do you have the heart to play that rough with me? To make me writhe and and scream and beg to be let free. Is that what you want?

[He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes dilating a lot.

Rather than respond immediately slides a hand into Emet's chest, his soul, curling his fingers in deep and tugging Emet forward by that grip, his other hand tugging the ropes again.]

Why yes, that sounds delightful. Though I don't want you to beg and scream for freedom, Hades.

[A keening sound hissed through teeth escapes him and he furrows his brow for a moment.]

For you then. I don't believe you ever told me what was my fate.

[That only makes his grip tighten.]

Do you want to hear of it now?

I think it help me know what exactly you want me to scream and beg for.

Isn't wanting you to beg just for me enough?

[He sighs, curling his fingers in Emet's soul a moment, lifting his other hand to cup his face.]

Do you intend to act out some fantasy for me? You are my fantasy.

[His breathing hitches and his eyes smolder not unlike when someone is high on a drug.]

Was I cruel to you? Did this color recoil from you? Demand you leave him be.

[His own breath hitches, and he has to laugh, almost breathless, but it's more incredulous than amused, staring at Emet with equal intensity. Curious, hungry, predatory almost.]

What of you? When did you learn cruelty? How many years did it take you to grow good enough at it not to flinch?

[He takes in a breath and another, fingertips raking through Emet's soul.]

Of course if you want to know I'll tell you, everything.

Cruelty?

I'm not like those half men, Hythlodaeus. Not like those broken shards and malformed fragments you tried to collect all those years.

[To prove his point he wraps his aether around his fingertips tugging him in further. Reminding him that he is whole and his aether is as bottomless as ever.]

Let the shards go. He would never want you to torture yourself so.

[He closes his eyes because they are abruptly wet.]

Oh? Perhaps I'm the only one who learned cruelty then.

[He leans up to kiss the corner off his eyes. That is all he can do in this state.]

He will come back to you. Zodiark willing.

But I can tell you are torturing yourself.

[He kind of likes Emet with no hands but it also kind of sucks? Oh well, he gentles his hold on his soul.]

Am I? It's hard for me to tell. But I do like the sound of hearing you beg.

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