[It isn't that he doesn't want to reciprocate those moves - he very much does - but he's afraid to. He keeps his face in the dip of his neck, simply breathing in his scent. He smells clean. It's refreshing, calming.]
...If I am to be perfectly honest I would very much like to kiss you. I enjoy it, immensely...but I have much on my mind. It feels wrong to think so much when I should be focused on you, my friend.
[The feel of lips against his neck sends a shiver down his spine, the question leaving him with goosebumps.]
I would let you do anything.
[It's the truth. At this point in his life, where he's at, what he's thinking about and going through, he's more than happy to do whatever Hythlodaeus wants. He has no duty anymore, no sense of purpose, there is no hope of returning to their star or even the lifestream in this place...so what else was there to lose other than his mind?]
[With that answer, he pulls back slightly so that he can catch Hermes' lips with his own again. He has a vague idea of what he wants to do for him, but he needs to get him in the mood first.
Today he's wearing a loose white shirt with a rather low neckline- he hadn't arrived here with the sole intention of seducing the other man, but perhaps it had been in the back of his mind that he'd want something nice to wear. Nipping at Hermes' lower lip, he then deepens the kiss, pulling him closer.]
[Maybe he shouldn't be so passive. Maybe he should be a bit more firm in what he wants or what he believes. Maybe that day would be today - or maybe it wouldn't. Hythlodaeus is kissing him again and he finds it easy enough to go along with it. Pulled closer he goes along with the flow, letting his eyes fall shut as he focuses on the sensation.
In truth Hermes did find it a bit difficult that many encounters seemed to lead to this sort of thing...but what was there to be done about it? It wasn't as if he disliked it, at least when it came to Hythlodaeus, but if the two of them were back in Elpis or Amaurot things would be vastly different, would they not? A hand settles itself at his friend's side, thumb brushing idly against him. There must be something Hythlodaeus enjoyed about him - he wouldn't be here out of pity.]
[He can feel Hermes is still tense, and he rubs at his back soothingly as he kisses him. He's not going further unless Hermes seems into it, after all.
For his part, it's easy to lose himself in the kiss. He shifts and pushes Hermes so that he's sitting with his back straight against the back of the sofa, then eases himself into his lap, legs straddling his hips. He presses in close, eager for more, but still taking note of Hermes' enthusiasm- or lack thereof, depending.]
[Like a doll he allows himself to be maneuvered and put into a more preferable position, soon finding his lap occupied by Hythlodaeus. Gingerly he places his hands on either side of his friend's hips, gasping softly against his mouth as his lips are once claimed again.
Up his hands slide to the front of that low cut shirt of his, to toy with buttons as he begins to undo them. He doesn't want to seem uneager - he is - his mind is just busy and his heart is weighted down. Best to think of his friend before him and not of things that no longer existed. When he breaks the kiss for a bit of air he can't help but smile at him appreciatively.]
You have a very beautiful form, you know. Many would be jealous of it, I think.
[Of course the true beauty lay in one's soul and Hythlodaeus' was equally as lovely to perceive.]
[At the very least, Hythlodaeus isn't here out of pity nor does he only want sex from Hermes. He just wants to see him happy, for as long as he can make him. As Hermes fiddles with his shirt Hythlodaeus bites his lip, pleased with the compliment.]
I'm sure I have the archery to thank for that.
[He lifts his shirt off his head so that Hermes can see his form all the better, and toys with the hem of Hermes' shirt. His gaze is on Hermes' eyes, though.]
And you, my friend... have the most exquisite eyes I have ever seen.
[He thinks they hold too much sadness in them, but otherwise they're beautiful.]
[The compliment has him flushing, hands settling back on his hips once Hythlodaeus has stripped himself bare of his top. The archery has played some part in his friend's looks being as pleasant as they are, but regardless of the tone of his body it's his face and those piercing eyes of his that really capture Hermes' attention...and everyone else's, understandably.]
I never thought much of them, to be perfectly honest...but thank you.
[Then again he never has thought much of himself in general.]
[He smiles to hear that Hermes believes him, and leans back in for another kiss. His hands roam under the other man's shirt, ghosting over his stomach and up to his chest, and he breaks the kiss only to tug at it insistently, hoping Hermes gets the idea and lifts his arms for him so he can remove it.
For as little as Hermes thinks of himself, Hythlodaeus doesn't quite understand. He's pleasant enough to look at, he thinks, especially when he lets himself go- though that only seems to happen for but a few moments. He leans back in and starts to kiss at his neck, but this time he bites too, sucking at the skin to leave marks behind.]
[Kissing truly is a pleasant activity, he's decided. It hits all the right serotonin buttons in his brain and with Hythlodaeus' hands roaming his front under his shirt he can't help but moan softly against his mouth. It doesn't take long for him to raise his arms to rid himself of the garment. It's hard not to feel a little shy in comparison to his friend but those insecurities find their way out the window when he begins to kiss at his neck, biting and suckling tender skin.
He definitely wasn't expecting that. He sucks in an inhale of air between his teeth, tilting his head to the side to allow him more access to his long neck.]
[He loves hearing his name like that- he all but purrs against his skin, a hand finding one of his nipples and pinching it suddenly while the other tangles in his hair, keeping his head angled just so.
He spends some time leaving marks behind, before dragging his tongue along the bruised skin. His hips shift slightly, to press against Hermes a little. He wants to feel when he's into this enough that he can move along- though honestly, he could sit here and kiss Hermes all day if he was allowed to. The sounds he makes are always so pleasant.]
[Hythlodaeus is impossible to resist. Everything about him is appealing - his appearance, his voice, his scent and most importantly his soul. Hermes can't help but feel weak against him. The effect the other man has on him is palpable, what with how he leaves marks upon his throat and tongues the bruised skin without mercy. The shift of his hips doesn't help his situation either, sparking a certain now familiar warmth in his lower abdomen. With his arms hooked loosely around the archer's back he draws him closer against him, hoping to feel the warmth of his chest against his own.]
[Anything he wishes huh? Swallowing he nods, reaching out with a hand to cup the side of Hythlodaeus' face. Thumb smoothing beneath his eye he leans in to kiss him, lips to lips, the press gentle before he moves to the corner of his mouth, then jaw. A few more kisses are planted on him as he trails down his neck to the crook of it, teeth scraping lightly. Is he trying to imitate what Hythlodaeus did to him? Maybe.
[It feels good, and Hythlodaeus presses his hips up against Hermes more insistently. He loves having his neck bitten and marked- it's a weakness of his, and to have Hermes trying it is both arousing and pleasing at the same time, because he seems to be gaining confidence.]
That's it... don't be afraid to bite a little harder, now.
[He strokes at Hermes' hair, tilting his head for him to make it easier.]
[As Hythlodaeus runs his fingers over his scalp Hermes dares to use his teeth, pressing his tongue flat against his bared throat before biting down. It's definitely with more force this time - not enough to draw blood of course - but enough to leave tiny indents when he pulls back. A bit shocked at himself he presses a soft kiss to the area, nuzzling against him with his cheek in apology.]
[Hythlodaeus seems more than fine with it- in fact he moans as he feels teeth sink into his skin, as his hips roll down against Hermes.]
No, you... do it again.
[Breathless, he grips Hermes' hair and pulls a little, trying to egg him on. His free hand rests on Hermes' shoulder, blunt nails digging into his skin slightly.]
[The pull to his hair leaves him gasping, face burning at the sound of Hythlodaeus moaning. It's such a wonderful sound - even more wonderful that he's responsible for it. Steeling himself he rakes his teeth over his throat once more, nipping his way out toward his shoulder. It's when he gets to the dip of his collar bone that he bites again, quite and hard, licking at the mark he leaves.]
[He seems pleased, and moves to kiss Hermes more roughly. His hand trails lower finally to knead at the other man's cock through his pants, his own hardness clear as day. He wants more, that much is obvious. He starts to undo Hermes' pants, finally deciding that he wants to move on.
As he pulls back, he moves off Hermes and slips down to the floor between his legs, tugging at his pants and hoping Hermes gets the idea and lifts his hips to make it easier.]
[He doesn't just think it, he firmly believes it, and it seems the bitemarks he'd left on his friend have excited him quite a bit. The rough kiss is eagerly returned, lips left parted as he gasps quietly when the contact's broken. The hand on his cock through his pants draws an easy moan from him and soon enough he finds Hythlodaeus kneeling before him on the floor between his knees.
Swallowing he lifts his hips, getting the message loud and clear. If Hythlodaeus wants to pull them down and off he's more than welcome to.]
[He makes quick work of his pants and underwear, tugging them all the way off and tossing them aside, before pushing Hermes' legs apart further and taking his cock in hand, giving it a few strokes while kissing at his inner thighs. Then he drags his tongue from base to tip, watching Hermes carefully as his lips close over the head and his tongue flicks over the slit.
His hand subtly moves down to unbutton his own pants, and he frees his cock just so that it isn't pressing against his clothing- not that Hermes can see it from his position, but he's hard enough that it would have started to hurt after a while. That biting really got to him.
He soon moves his attention back to Hermes, hand sliding up his thigh as he teases the head with his lips and tongue, not bobbing down just yet. No, Hermes can stand a little teasing he's sure.]
[And, just like that, Hythlodaeus is sucking his cock again. It's not something he's used to at all. In fact, it's really only something he's done with his friend, considering his sexual experience thus far has mostly been with his fellow Amaurotines. Watching Hythlodaeus between his legs is incredibly erotic, sure, but it's also hypnotic. He feels as if he's being entranced and enchanted by a being who has no reason being as beautiful as he is.
Every minute lick and swirl and suck of his tongue and mouth has Hermes openly whimpering, a hand raised to press knuckles over his lips. He must be such a sight but at least Hythlodaeus won't judge him for coming undone - he's already done so how many times by now? One hand still free he reaches down to brush the other man's bangs out of his eyes, tucking a few of those loose, lilac strands behind an ear.]
[He wonders, as he watches Hermes, how the other man could put his mouth to use. Would he learn quickly? His own cock throbs a little as he imagines Hermes' mouth on it. His tongue exploring. With a soft moan he kisses down the side of his cock, and reaches up to move his hand from his mouth.]
No muffling those delightful sounds, now...
[His fingers trace his lips, before he presses two of the digits past them and smiles.]
Let's make this a learning experience, shall we? Simply do as I do. I am sure you'll learn quickly...
[To see if Hermes knows what he means, he sucks gently at the head of his cock again and waits for him to mimic the action.]
[Hermes may be bashful but he's no fool. He knows exactly what Hythlodaeus is getting at when he pushes his fingers against his lips, only to follow the action by sucking his dick. The stimulation has him shuddering, lurching forward as he grips his wrist loosely to hold those fingers in place. With his lips parted pliantly he takes the tips of them into his mouth, sucking lightly, tongue flat up against the pads. There's a wanton little whimper out of him as he licks up the side of them, attempting to mimic what Hythlodaeus had been doing to him.]
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[It isn't that he doesn't want to reciprocate those moves - he very much does - but he's afraid to. He keeps his face in the dip of his neck, simply breathing in his scent. He smells clean. It's refreshing, calming.]
...If I am to be perfectly honest I would very much like to kiss you. I enjoy it, immensely...but I have much on my mind. It feels wrong to think so much when I should be focused on you, my friend.
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[He kisses at Hermes' neck, before grazing his teeth over the skin.]
Would you let me?
[He knows that Hermes loses himself quite easily to pleasure. Even if it's only temporary, it's better than feeling sad instead.]
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I would let you do anything.
[It's the truth. At this point in his life, where he's at, what he's thinking about and going through, he's more than happy to do whatever Hythlodaeus wants. He has no duty anymore, no sense of purpose, there is no hope of returning to their star or even the lifestream in this place...so what else was there to lose other than his mind?]
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Today he's wearing a loose white shirt with a rather low neckline- he hadn't arrived here with the sole intention of seducing the other man, but perhaps it had been in the back of his mind that he'd want something nice to wear. Nipping at Hermes' lower lip, he then deepens the kiss, pulling him closer.]
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In truth Hermes did find it a bit difficult that many encounters seemed to lead to this sort of thing...but what was there to be done about it? It wasn't as if he disliked it, at least when it came to Hythlodaeus, but if the two of them were back in Elpis or Amaurot things would be vastly different, would they not? A hand settles itself at his friend's side, thumb brushing idly against him. There must be something Hythlodaeus enjoyed about him - he wouldn't be here out of pity.]
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For his part, it's easy to lose himself in the kiss. He shifts and pushes Hermes so that he's sitting with his back straight against the back of the sofa, then eases himself into his lap, legs straddling his hips. He presses in close, eager for more, but still taking note of Hermes' enthusiasm- or lack thereof, depending.]
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Up his hands slide to the front of that low cut shirt of his, to toy with buttons as he begins to undo them. He doesn't want to seem uneager - he is - his mind is just busy and his heart is weighted down. Best to think of his friend before him and not of things that no longer existed. When he breaks the kiss for a bit of air he can't help but smile at him appreciatively.]
You have a very beautiful form, you know. Many would be jealous of it, I think.
[Of course the true beauty lay in one's soul and Hythlodaeus' was equally as lovely to perceive.]
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I'm sure I have the archery to thank for that.
[He lifts his shirt off his head so that Hermes can see his form all the better, and toys with the hem of Hermes' shirt. His gaze is on Hermes' eyes, though.]
And you, my friend... have the most exquisite eyes I have ever seen.
[He thinks they hold too much sadness in them, but otherwise they're beautiful.]
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I never thought much of them, to be perfectly honest...but thank you.
[Then again he never has thought much of himself in general.]
Whatever you see in me, I do not doubt it.
[Not with those eyes of his.]
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For as little as Hermes thinks of himself, Hythlodaeus doesn't quite understand. He's pleasant enough to look at, he thinks, especially when he lets himself go- though that only seems to happen for but a few moments. He leans back in and starts to kiss at his neck, but this time he bites too, sucking at the skin to leave marks behind.]
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He definitely wasn't expecting that. He sucks in an inhale of air between his teeth, tilting his head to the side to allow him more access to his long neck.]
Ah, Hythlodaeus...
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He spends some time leaving marks behind, before dragging his tongue along the bruised skin. His hips shift slightly, to press against Hermes a little. He wants to feel when he's into this enough that he can move along- though honestly, he could sit here and kiss Hermes all day if he was allowed to. The sounds he makes are always so pleasant.]
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...May I try something?
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Of course you can.
[He's pleased to think that Hermes is getting bolder. He rubs his shoulders encouragingly, smiling at him.]
You may try anything you wish.
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Definitely.]
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That's it... don't be afraid to bite a little harder, now.
[He strokes at Hermes' hair, tilting his head for him to make it easier.]
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I got carried away.
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No, you... do it again.
[Breathless, he grips Hermes' hair and pulls a little, trying to egg him on. His free hand rests on Hermes' shoulder, blunt nails digging into his skin slightly.]
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Pretty...
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[He seems pleased, and moves to kiss Hermes more roughly. His hand trails lower finally to knead at the other man's cock through his pants, his own hardness clear as day. He wants more, that much is obvious. He starts to undo Hermes' pants, finally deciding that he wants to move on.
As he pulls back, he moves off Hermes and slips down to the floor between his legs, tugging at his pants and hoping Hermes gets the idea and lifts his hips to make it easier.]
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[He doesn't just think it, he firmly believes it, and it seems the bitemarks he'd left on his friend have excited him quite a bit. The rough kiss is eagerly returned, lips left parted as he gasps quietly when the contact's broken. The hand on his cock through his pants draws an easy moan from him and soon enough he finds Hythlodaeus kneeling before him on the floor between his knees.
Swallowing he lifts his hips, getting the message loud and clear. If Hythlodaeus wants to pull them down and off he's more than welcome to.]
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His hand subtly moves down to unbutton his own pants, and he frees his cock just so that it isn't pressing against his clothing- not that Hermes can see it from his position, but he's hard enough that it would have started to hurt after a while. That biting really got to him.
He soon moves his attention back to Hermes, hand sliding up his thigh as he teases the head with his lips and tongue, not bobbing down just yet. No, Hermes can stand a little teasing he's sure.]
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Every minute lick and swirl and suck of his tongue and mouth has Hermes openly whimpering, a hand raised to press knuckles over his lips. He must be such a sight but at least Hythlodaeus won't judge him for coming undone - he's already done so how many times by now? One hand still free he reaches down to brush the other man's bangs out of his eyes, tucking a few of those loose, lilac strands behind an ear.]
H-Hythlodaeus...
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No muffling those delightful sounds, now...
[His fingers trace his lips, before he presses two of the digits past them and smiles.]
Let's make this a learning experience, shall we? Simply do as I do. I am sure you'll learn quickly...
[To see if Hermes knows what he means, he sucks gently at the head of his cock again and waits for him to mimic the action.]
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