[He chuckles, dragging his tongue over a particularly dark mark before pulling back slightly and creating a vial of lubricant, which he presses to Hermes' chest.]
You know how I've prepared you before? I want you to do that to me.
[And if he says so then he'll have to trust him on this. Opening the vial he pours some of the lubricant onto his hand, reaching back behind Hythlodaeus to slide his slicked finger between his cheeks. Cautiously he presses at his entrance and, holding his breath, pushes inside.
[More than okay, if the way Hythlodaeus pushes back onto his finger says anything. The little sigh he gives is surely an indicator, too.]
Just like that...
[He keeps himself in a comfortable position as Hermes explores him, even moving to stroke himself a few times as he does. He realises he may need more encouragement though, and starts to rock back and forth on his finger to give him an idea of what to do.]
[Well. Okay then. Clearly he must be doing something right. When he feels him push back against him he slips his finger further forward inside him. He moves it, carefully for a few moments until he gets up the courage to slide another digit within.
It seems to be okay, as far as Hermes can tell, and in all honesty? It's hard not to get hard watching just how into it Hythlodaeus seems to be. The soft encouragement helps too, naturally.]
[He's more than happy to feel another finger slip inside, biting his lip and moaning as Hermes' fingers accidentally brush over that sensitive spot inside him. He lets him work despite wanting him immediately, but finally he has to concede that he's impatient for this and can't wait any longer.
He takes the vial and slicks up Hermes' cock for him, before gently pushing the fingers aside.]
I'm ready...
[So ready. Hythlodaeus positions himself above Hermes, reaching to hold him steady as he slowly starts to sink down onto him. He wonders if Hermes has ever done it like this before... he'll have to make it good for him.]
[Part of Hermes can't help but feel somewhat guilty that Hythlodaeus has done the majority of the work when it comes to their encounter this evening. He's never been one to skirt responsibility or pulling his own weight but right now? When it comes to this? He feels completely out of his league. It's far easier to simply lay back (quite literally) and let Hythlodaeus take control.
It's no small mercy that he does take the lead, for as soon as he's lowered himself down onto his cock, Hermes is slack jawed, the world around him coming to a complete halt. It's the first time he's had a man on top of him like this; the first intimate experience he'd had with anyone had been Persephone who'd taken him in a similar position...but once again it's different with Hythlodaeus, not to mention this time he's actually got his wits about him. With Persephone he'd been under the influence of those pesky mushrooms. Right now though? There's nothing clouding his mind save for pleasure.]
[As soon as Hermes is buried inside him, Hythlodaeus pauses to let himself adjust. He's panting quietly, flushed as he looks down at his partner, and once he starts moving it's with a soft moan, rising and lowering slowly. He seems at ease with the position, confident in how to move his hips and his thighs, and he takes one of Hermes' hands and links their fingers together as he rides him.]
Mm... you feel so good, Hermes...
[He doesn't touch himself yet, quite happy to simply get used to how Hermes feels inside him. He doesn't mind that he's doing a lot of work here- it's how he likes it usually. He likes being the one to please his partner.]
[The view Hermes has of his friend straddling his hips is beyond incredible. Simply put it is the most erotic sight he's ever seen, at least to him that is. The contrast of the pink that takes over his cheeks on his milky white skin compliments the lovely shade of his hair and eyes. He's lucky, he thinks, to get to experience this.
With his fingers laced with Hythlodaeus' as he begins to move and grind against him he's openly panting, reaching down with his free hand to awkwardly find his cock. It's there he does his best to touch his friend in return. Surely that would feel good too, right?]
[His answer is a groan as he takes his cock in hand, moving a little faster in response.]
You do...
[He squeezes the hand in his, his other hand coming to barely cover his mouth- not really to muffle himself, though. He's just a little overwhelmed in the best way, and as he continues to move the pleasure builds- especially when he hits just the right spot, and lets out a sudden moan. His cock is dripping precum again, his thighs and stomach tight with pleasure.]
[Whether he's doing it this way, with his mouth, or he's the one inside Hermes, every time he's been with Hythlodaeus he's broadened his horizons so to speak. His heart is racing now, as he lifts his hips in a bid to match the rhythm being set. It's all so hot and tight, he can barely stand it.]
[He chuckles quietly, though it's cut off as he begins to move faster still. With Hermes moving too it's easier, and he can feel tension building in his thighs, making them tremble as he nears his climax.]
Faster-
[He means Hermes' hand, wanting to be stroked harder.]
[Hearing his name fall from his lips is nearly enough to send him over the edge right then and there. Coupled with the way he rocks against him? He's not going to last much longer. Faster is the command he's given and so he delivers, stroking him quicker, sliding his thumb over the slit of his cock.]
[It's enough to make him come right there as Hermes moans his name, spilling on his stomach as he tightens around him. He gasps, but keeps moving- he wants to feel Hermes come undone while he's still inside him. He clutches his hand tightly, hair falling around his face as he looks down at his partner.]
[He finishes just as Hythlodaeus splashes over his hand and stomach, his release leaving his thighs trembling as he let's go inside his friend. It's such an intimately satisfying sensation as he grips his hand back and stares up at him through the curtain of lilac that frames his face so beautifully.
...And there's that feeling of bliss again, of not having to think or worry about anything. In the brief moment he gets to enjoy a blank, empty head and simply appreciate the physical warmth and comfort his friend has brought him once again.]
[He's quick to clean them up with another cloth, though he's loath to move from on top of Hermes. Still, he does lift himself off, before lying down beside him and pulling him in close so that he can tuck his head into the crook of his neck.]
Mm...
[Feeling satisfied, he strokes through Hermes' hair and sighs, content. If only he could stay here tonight- his limbs are jelly and he really doesn't want to get dressed, but Emet-Selch would absolutely come looking for him if he didn't come home. Ah, well... he can stay for a while longer.]
[It's amazing how relaxing it can feel after something like this. At least for now, for this brief moment, he can enjoy the warmth of a familiar body against his own. The fingers that slide through his hair have him melting against the mattress, reveling in the hot puffs of breath against his chest with Hythlodaeus tucked so close to him. He decides to return the gesture in kind, his own fingers fiddling with the soft pretty strands he'd made loose just for him.
Of course this feeling of contentment would end. Hythlodaeus would inevitably have to get up to leave him to his own devices again. He doesn't want to think about that right now however.]
[He enjoys it as Hermes toys with his hair, smiling into his skin. It's not just about quota anymore, he realises. He genuinely enjoys being with the other man, likes to see him content and smiling.]
I enjoy our time together, truly.
[He murmurs it softly, moving his hand to rub at Hermes' back instead.]
Don't you?
[He thinks he already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it all the same.]
[Perhaps a bit more than he should allow himself too. Everything had happened so fast since he arrived that he was still reeling, both from Duplicity itself but also the heavy knowledge he'd received not long ago. Having Hythlodaeus here to hold in his arms was, as Emet-Selch had put it, nothing short of a miracle. Having either of them by his side was.
But there was enjoying someone's company and then there was imposing and he's afraid to do the latter. He can't begin to pretend (nor would he want to) that he's remotely as close to Hythlodaeus as Emet-Selch is - he's not. His place had been made very aware to him which...was okay. It was just how things were.
The only disappointing thing about spending time with Hythlodaeus was that, eventually, he had to leave. He had someone and somewhere to go back to. Hermes didn't.]
[All good things come to an end. It's just the nature of life and something Hermes has come to accept over the years. Even so it doesn't mean he's free of feeling disappointment or sadness when said end arrives. He knows that Hythlodaeus is going to get up and leave eventually...and he does, the sigh signaling his departure that it's soon to come.]
...Ah, of course.
[Can't keep his love waiting. He gets it, really, he does. Bodies untangled he shifts awkwardly on the mattress, not too keen on lying down anymore. Instead he moves to stand, disturbing Caduceus with a quiet apology as he settles the serpent around his neck, pulling his robs on quickly over himself. Being nude is uncomfortable if he doesn't have to be.]
I promise not to finish it alone. [Which is probably a good thing since he absolutely would've.] ...Shall I see you out?
[He heads back into the main room to fetch his clothes, pulling them on languidly. He's not in much of a hurry. It isn't that he doesn't want to go back to Emet-Selch, but he sees that Hermes is disappointed and he hates to leave him alone like this.]
Please do.
[Finally tugging his shoes on, he realises his hair is still down and quickly plaits it and ties it up.]
Do I have any marks on my neck..? Emet-Selch will be wroth with us both if I come home wearing them.
[He only left them because he'd been encouraged to. It's a bit unfair, he thinks, that he's been asked to keep the ones Hythlodaeus left on him but it cannot be mutual. Even so, that's just how things are.]
Hold still for a moment, please.
[A hand comes up to hover over his neck, palm glowing green as he casts cure, the marks disappearing after a few seconds.]
There. [He smiles softly, dropping his hand back down to his hip.] As good as new.
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[He chuckles, dragging his tongue over a particularly dark mark before pulling back slightly and creating a vial of lubricant, which he presses to Hermes' chest.]
You know how I've prepared you before? I want you to do that to me.
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...What if I mess it up?
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[He laughs a little.]
I can do it myself, but... it won't be nearly as pleasant.
[Hythlodaeus leans in to kiss him again, growing harder with simple anticipation. Ah, and he hasn't even touched himself yet...]
Simply be gentle to start with; start with one finger, then add another. There really is no way to mess this up, friend.
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[And if he says so then he'll have to trust him on this. Opening the vial he pours some of the lubricant onto his hand, reaching back behind Hythlodaeus to slide his slicked finger between his cheeks. Cautiously he presses at his entrance and, holding his breath, pushes inside.
Surely that was okay?]
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Just like that...
[He keeps himself in a comfortable position as Hermes explores him, even moving to stroke himself a few times as he does. He realises he may need more encouragement though, and starts to rock back and forth on his finger to give him an idea of what to do.]
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It seems to be okay, as far as Hermes can tell, and in all honesty? It's hard not to get hard watching just how into it Hythlodaeus seems to be. The soft encouragement helps too, naturally.]
Let me know when you're ready.
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He takes the vial and slicks up Hermes' cock for him, before gently pushing the fingers aside.]
I'm ready...
[So ready. Hythlodaeus positions himself above Hermes, reaching to hold him steady as he slowly starts to sink down onto him. He wonders if Hermes has ever done it like this before... he'll have to make it good for him.]
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It's no small mercy that he does take the lead, for as soon as he's lowered himself down onto his cock, Hermes is slack jawed, the world around him coming to a complete halt. It's the first time he's had a man on top of him like this; the first intimate experience he'd had with anyone had been Persephone who'd taken him in a similar position...but once again it's different with Hythlodaeus, not to mention this time he's actually got his wits about him. With Persephone he'd been under the influence of those pesky mushrooms. Right now though? There's nothing clouding his mind save for pleasure.]
Ah...
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Mm... you feel so good, Hermes...
[He doesn't touch himself yet, quite happy to simply get used to how Hermes feels inside him. He doesn't mind that he's doing a lot of work here- it's how he likes it usually. He likes being the one to please his partner.]
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[The view Hermes has of his friend straddling his hips is beyond incredible. Simply put it is the most erotic sight he's ever seen, at least to him that is. The contrast of the pink that takes over his cheeks on his milky white skin compliments the lovely shade of his hair and eyes. He's lucky, he thinks, to get to experience this.
With his fingers laced with Hythlodaeus' as he begins to move and grind against him he's openly panting, reaching down with his free hand to awkwardly find his cock. It's there he does his best to touch his friend in return. Surely that would feel good too, right?]
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You do...
[He squeezes the hand in his, his other hand coming to barely cover his mouth- not really to muffle himself, though. He's just a little overwhelmed in the best way, and as he continues to move the pleasure builds- especially when he hits just the right spot, and lets out a sudden moan. His cock is dripping precum again, his thighs and stomach tight with pleasure.]
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[Whether he's doing it this way, with his mouth, or he's the one inside Hermes, every time he's been with Hythlodaeus he's broadened his horizons so to speak. His heart is racing now, as he lifts his hips in a bid to match the rhythm being set. It's all so hot and tight, he can barely stand it.]
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Faster-
[He means Hermes' hand, wanting to be stroked harder.]
Ah- Hermes...
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Hythlodaeus...
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...And there's that feeling of bliss again, of not having to think or worry about anything. In the brief moment he gets to enjoy a blank, empty head and simply appreciate the physical warmth and comfort his friend has brought him once again.]
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Mm...
[Feeling satisfied, he strokes through Hermes' hair and sighs, content. If only he could stay here tonight- his limbs are jelly and he really doesn't want to get dressed, but Emet-Selch would absolutely come looking for him if he didn't come home. Ah, well... he can stay for a while longer.]
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Of course this feeling of contentment would end. Hythlodaeus would inevitably have to get up to leave him to his own devices again. He doesn't want to think about that right now however.]
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I enjoy our time together, truly.
[He murmurs it softly, moving his hand to rub at Hermes' back instead.]
Don't you?
[He thinks he already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it all the same.]
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[Perhaps a bit more than he should allow himself too. Everything had happened so fast since he arrived that he was still reeling, both from Duplicity itself but also the heavy knowledge he'd received not long ago. Having Hythlodaeus here to hold in his arms was, as Emet-Selch had put it, nothing short of a miracle. Having either of them by his side was.
But there was enjoying someone's company and then there was imposing and he's afraid to do the latter. He can't begin to pretend (nor would he want to) that he's remotely as close to Hythlodaeus as Emet-Selch is - he's not. His place had been made very aware to him which...was okay. It was just how things were.
The only disappointing thing about spending time with Hythlodaeus was that, eventually, he had to leave. He had someone and somewhere to go back to. Hermes didn't.]
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The hour is late... Emet-Selch will wonder where I've gotten to.
[And he doesn't want Hades to get angry at Hermes when it was Hythlodaeus' idea to come here in the first place.]
Keep the wine... we can finish it soon enough, together.
[He's absolutely coming back, of course. And perhaps they will even finish the wine before Hythlodaeus jumps him, next time.]
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...Ah, of course.
[Can't keep his love waiting. He gets it, really, he does. Bodies untangled he shifts awkwardly on the mattress, not too keen on lying down anymore. Instead he moves to stand, disturbing Caduceus with a quiet apology as he settles the serpent around his neck, pulling his robs on quickly over himself. Being nude is uncomfortable if he doesn't have to be.]
I promise not to finish it alone. [Which is probably a good thing since he absolutely would've.] ...Shall I see you out?
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Please do.
[Finally tugging his shoes on, he realises his hair is still down and quickly plaits it and ties it up.]
Do I have any marks on my neck..? Emet-Selch will be wroth with us both if I come home wearing them.
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[He only left them because he'd been encouraged to. It's a bit unfair, he thinks, that he's been asked to keep the ones Hythlodaeus left on him but it cannot be mutual. Even so, that's just how things are.]
Hold still for a moment, please.
[A hand comes up to hover over his neck, palm glowing green as he casts cure, the marks disappearing after a few seconds.]
There. [He smiles softly, dropping his hand back down to his hip.] As good as new.
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My thanks.
[He takes Hermes' hand, squeezes it, before letting go and heading to the door where he waits for Hermes to see him off.]
I will see you soon.
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