[Ah there he goes again, kissing at his neck. He lets out a small exhale. If Hythlodaeus keeps doing this to him he's going to end up addicted to it.]
Heal them...?
[He hadn't even thought about that, nor has he seen what sort of state Hythlodaeus has left his neck in. It brings a new flush to his face. Just what had he done to him?]
I will leave them. For you.
[It's a pity he can't ask the same of Hythlodaeus but he knows he doesn't have that right.]
[He doesn't want to heal his own, but... alas, Emet-Selch has made it clear how he feels about Hythlodaeus flaunting his other partners in front of him. For now though, he just wants to hold Hermes. So he tugs him closer, settling his head on his chest and sighing contentedly.]
[It's hard to tell whether or not Hythlodaeus is being serious when he says as much but then again what reason does he have to doubt his friend other than his own insecurities? If they look good to Hythlodaeus then that's what matters. It isn't as if he's ever cared much about his own appearance before anyway - how one looked never mattered - it shouldn't now.
The weight of his head on his chest is a comfort. Hythlodaeus seems content for the time being as well. If Hermes were to be honest? As nice as sex was this simple closeness was almost preferable.]
They show up much nicer on your skin than mine.
[His awkward way of saying they look prettier on Hythlodaeus...but most things seem to, in his opinion.]
Perhaps; I cannot see them. But does it matter if they do? They can look good on the both of us at the same time.
[He tips his head up again to kiss the corner of Hermes' mouth with a chuckle. A soft, affectionate thing before he ducks his head back down to rest on his partner's chest.]
Would you prefer to lie on the bed, also? There is more room to stretch out there.
[He untangles himself from Hermes and stands, offering his hand for Hermes to hold as they make their way into the bedroom. Upon seeing Caduceus, Hythlodaeus smiles.]
How adorable. Perhaps he should have his very own pillow somewhere so that you needn't disturb him when you wish to sleep.
[The hand that's offered to him is taken, fingers curled around fingers, as he's led to his room. Caduceus is there, curled up on a pillow, and Hermes moves to scoop him up with an apology.]
I am sorry, my friend, to disturb you.
[Caduceus doesn't seem to fussed about being moved, and Hermes sets him down on one of the chairs in his room. Feeling somewhat bad that the bed is far more comfortable than said chair, he grabs his robes off the back of the chair and folds them up to at least make him a little nest. Caduceus seems pleased enough, slowly slithering his way into the pile of fabric with a yawn.]
[Chuckling a little, he slides onto the bed as Hermes moves Caduceus, waiting for Hermes to join him so that he can pull him close again.]
Mm...
[He seems perfectly comfortable where he is, trailing fingers along Hermes' side and burying his face in the crook of his neck. He's still trying to decide if he wants another round, but Hermes does seem comfortable doing this...]
[It's hard not to be comfortable doing this, and with Hythlodaeus' face tucked away against his neck, his breath hot on his skin, he can't help but feel tingly.]
You aren't bored, right?
[Maybe a strange question to ask, but now that things are quiet and slow for a moment...he can't help but feel a tinge of awkwardness begin to settle in. Outside of work and now sex...he isn't sure what to really talk about or do with his friend.]
[Chuckling, Hythlodaeus rolls over so that he's on top of Hermes, straddling his waist.]
You are, friend. But that's all right! I would not change it for anything.
[Hermes is fine as is- well, maybe a little more confidence would be nice, but that's for Hermes' sake, not Hythlodaeus'. It can't be fun being so awkward.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he grins at Hermes.]
[Okay but is Hermes really ever at ease? Not really...he's always operating at some level of base anxiety. He's really lucky that Hythlodaeus puts up with him.]
We are, yes.
[The kiss placates him as he reaches up to fiddle with the tie of Hythlodaeus' braid. What would it look like with his hair down, he wonders.]
[Hythlodaeus notes the way he fiddles with his hair, and smiles as he reaches to tug the braid free. Running his fingers through it until it comes loose, he shakes his hair out a little.]
Curious, were you?
[His hair is longer when not plaited, falling over his shoulders.]
[Oh yes, he was curious. In fact he's always curious but this? At the sight of Hythlodaeus' hair falling down over his shoulders, finally free from its plait, he can feel his heart beginning to race. Somehow he was even more beautiful than he already was. How was that possible.]
Ah...
[Nervously he lets his fingers run through those lavender strands of his. They're soft. Unsurprisingly.]
[He giggles a little, pleased with the compliment.]
You flatter me...
[He presses a brief kiss to his lips, then another, deeper one. It's still so strange to have people compliment him on his looks, when back home they were never an issue- but it's also nice. He likes that Hermes finds him attractive.]
[Oh he finds him attractive all right. It'd be hard not to. Even before coming to Duplicity Hermes had found Hythlodaeus pleasant to look at. He was handsome - there was just no getting around it. Unable to compliment him with his mouth occupied, Hermes finds himself being swept up in a kiss, entangling his fingers further in Hythlodaeus' hair.]
[He perhaps gets a little carried away with the kiss, because when he pulls back finally his heart is racing and he's looking at Hermes like he wants him again. Curious to see if Hermes would try something new again, he gently rocks his hips against him.]
Ah- you make it difficult to keep my hands to myself...
[When Hythlodaeus pulls back it's obvious Hermes has been left somewhat breathless, bare chest rising and falling as he looks up at his friend. He's so enamoured by him, he realizes, and this time he can't blame it on anything else either.]
[He grins, and with Hermes' permission his hand starts to wander down his torso, to his stomach. He finds his cock and drags a finger along the length of it, and lowers his lashes.]
[There's a soft bite of his lower lip as he stares up at his friend, squirming slightly at the feel of his finger making its way up the length of his cock.]
Won't you tell me them?
[Ever curious, even now, about what Hythlodaeus has up his sleeve, Hermes can't help but ask.]
Well, I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise... why not let me show you instead?
[But they need to do something about how soft they are at the moment first- Hythlodaeus leans back in for another bruising kiss, his hand fondling with Hermes' cock lightly, trying to encourage him to harden. He knows he can get hard on his own just by thinking about what comes next.]
[Ah, there he goes again, kissing him. Not that Hermes is complaining - he's not - but it's always such a full body experience. It amazes him that such a simple action can be felt as a jolt that runs the entire length of his spine and he shudders accordingly, hips lifting to press upward against him as his cock is taken hold of once again.
It honestly won't take much to get him hard again - the sight of Hythlodaeus with his hair down, spilling over those pale, milky shoulders of his is enough to get him set on the right path. He finds himself chuckling lightly, voice soft and airy.]
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Heal them...?
[He hadn't even thought about that, nor has he seen what sort of state Hythlodaeus has left his neck in. It brings a new flush to his face. Just what had he done to him?]
I will leave them. For you.
[It's a pity he can't ask the same of Hythlodaeus but he knows he doesn't have that right.]
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Good... they look so good on you.
[He doesn't want to heal his own, but... alas, Emet-Selch has made it clear how he feels about Hythlodaeus flaunting his other partners in front of him. For now though, he just wants to hold Hermes. So he tugs him closer, settling his head on his chest and sighing contentedly.]
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The weight of his head on his chest is a comfort. Hythlodaeus seems content for the time being as well. If Hermes were to be honest? As nice as sex was this simple closeness was almost preferable.]
They show up much nicer on your skin than mine.
[His awkward way of saying they look prettier on Hythlodaeus...but most things seem to, in his opinion.]
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[He tips his head up again to kiss the corner of Hermes' mouth with a chuckle. A soft, affectionate thing before he ducks his head back down to rest on his partner's chest.]
Would you prefer to lie on the bed, also? There is more room to stretch out there.
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It would be preferable. More comfortable as well.
[He tilts his head, pressing his nose and mouth against the crown of Hythlodaeus' head.]
We will be disturbing Caduceus...but he ought to not mind.
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[He untangles himself from Hermes and stands, offering his hand for Hermes to hold as they make their way into the bedroom. Upon seeing Caduceus, Hythlodaeus smiles.]
How adorable. Perhaps he should have his very own pillow somewhere so that you needn't disturb him when you wish to sleep.
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[The hand that's offered to him is taken, fingers curled around fingers, as he's led to his room. Caduceus is there, curled up on a pillow, and Hermes moves to scoop him up with an apology.]
I am sorry, my friend, to disturb you.
[Caduceus doesn't seem to fussed about being moved, and Hermes sets him down on one of the chairs in his room. Feeling somewhat bad that the bed is far more comfortable than said chair, he grabs his robes off the back of the chair and folds them up to at least make him a little nest. Caduceus seems pleased enough, slowly slithering his way into the pile of fabric with a yawn.]
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Mm...
[He seems perfectly comfortable where he is, trailing fingers along Hermes' side and burying his face in the crook of his neck. He's still trying to decide if he wants another round, but Hermes does seem comfortable doing this...]
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You aren't bored, right?
[Maybe a strange question to ask, but now that things are quiet and slow for a moment...he can't help but feel a tinge of awkwardness begin to settle in. Outside of work and now sex...he isn't sure what to really talk about or do with his friend.]
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[Hythlodaeus laughs a little.]
What makes you think I am?
[He presses a little kiss to Hermes' neck, trying to placate him.]
Are you?
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[Ah, why is he so stupid? He shouldn't have asked that. He's just not good with silence if it's not him alone.]
No reason at all really...I am just a bit awkward I realize.
[Quite the understatement.]
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You are, friend. But that's all right! I would not change it for anything.
[Hermes is fine as is- well, maybe a little more confidence would be nice, but that's for Hermes' sake, not Hythlodaeus'. It can't be fun being so awkward.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he grins at Hermes.]
Not good with silence, hmm?
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There's that lovely grin again...]
Not particularly, no. I find it uncomfortable.
[Like something is being expected of him.]
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[He leans in for a kiss, reaching out with one hand to stroke through Hermes' hair.]
And we are, aren't we?
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We are, yes.
[The kiss placates him as he reaches up to fiddle with the tie of Hythlodaeus' braid. What would it look like with his hair down, he wonders.]
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Curious, were you?
[His hair is longer when not plaited, falling over his shoulders.]
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Ah...
[Nervously he lets his fingers run through those lavender strands of his. They're soft. Unsurprisingly.]
You truly are beautiful.
[It's kind of unfair.]
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You flatter me...
[He presses a brief kiss to his lips, then another, deeper one. It's still so strange to have people compliment him on his looks, when back home they were never an issue- but it's also nice. He likes that Hermes finds him attractive.]
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[Oh he finds him attractive all right. It'd be hard not to. Even before coming to Duplicity Hermes had found Hythlodaeus pleasant to look at. He was handsome - there was just no getting around it. Unable to compliment him with his mouth occupied, Hermes finds himself being swept up in a kiss, entangling his fingers further in Hythlodaeus' hair.]
Ah...
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Ah- you make it difficult to keep my hands to myself...
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[When Hythlodaeus pulls back it's obvious Hermes has been left somewhat breathless, bare chest rising and falling as he looks up at his friend. He's so enamoured by him, he realizes, and this time he can't blame it on anything else either.]
You don't have to.
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[He grins, and with Hermes' permission his hand starts to wander down his torso, to his stomach. He finds his cock and drags a finger along the length of it, and lowers his lashes.]
Oh, the things I could still do with you.
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Won't you tell me them?
[Ever curious, even now, about what Hythlodaeus has up his sleeve, Hermes can't help but ask.]
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[But they need to do something about how soft they are at the moment first- Hythlodaeus leans back in for another bruising kiss, his hand fondling with Hermes' cock lightly, trying to encourage him to harden. He knows he can get hard on his own just by thinking about what comes next.]
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It honestly won't take much to get him hard again - the sight of Hythlodaeus with his hair down, spilling over those pale, milky shoulders of his is enough to get him set on the right path. He finds himself chuckling lightly, voice soft and airy.]
I do love surprises.
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