[You are greeted with the sound of randomly disrupted static, at the end of which three melodic beeping signals are heard. Yep, that's your cue to leave a message!]
[He snorts and doesn't increase the paces of the tentacles. Though he doesn't decrease it either. What to do? What to do? He idly drums his fingers on his cheek.
He dips his head low near his ear kissing the shell of it before whispering, describing in detail how Hythlodaeus looks under him. The flush of his skin. The arch of his hips. The sound of his voice. And maybe even adding some things he's not doing so he can imagine them. Thumbing his nipples. Marking his skin in small bites.
He could go with the physical approach, but, well, this is more fun.]
[thank you for indulging the humiliation kink, 1000% you are his best friend
He whimpers at the words, flushing even deeper than he was, biting at his lip to keep his voice down - to little avail. And after a little while he finally lets go of his shame, giving in to the pleasure completely, moaning out Hades's name again and again - and there's a new tone to it, a lot more open, a lot more earnest. He bucks his hips into the tentacles fucking him, too, legs tensing and toes curling into the sheets until he's choking on his own voice - and then he finally comes, squirming under Emet and convulsing violently around the tentacle in his ass. Once spent he tries to settle into the bed, shaking and gulping air.]
[The flush is contagious especially when he is making noises like that and calling his name. There is little he can do to hide how turned on himself seated where he is, but he focuses on speaking to him through out the entire process. Speaking even when he's quite sure his mind is too busy being overwhelmed by pleasure to even hear the syllables.
Oh, how he missed this. How could time have eroded such precious memories?
He still sits on top of him when he's done. Fingers dance over his jaw as he stares intently at his face, memorizing the detail of it.
Then he tsks to himself.]
I should have recorded that. Video recordings are really a marvelous invention.
[He's completely dazed, only making a soft noise at the touch to his face as his breath slowly evens out.]
Mm...
[But his consciousness does return - just in time for him to be able to register the words after a few moments. His eyes widen briefly in surprise - and though it's hard for him to blush even more than he is already, it's still pretty clear that he's flustered by the suggestion.]
[Sitting back and bringing his tentacles close to him. He finds the one that Hythlodaeus did make a mess over and brings it to his face so he can lick it clean.]
[WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS!! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE MORE SHAMELESS THAN HIM!! And that sentiment is pretty clearly reflected on his face, but he still does his best to be cheeky.]
And here I thought you would have preferred me over a mere recording.
[Don't think he doesn't notice that reference to his own words. Hythlodaeus pushes himself up on his elbows slightly, still weak, but gives him a smirk.]
Perhaps I should watch in this case, then?
[Though despite those words his eyes do flicker down to Emet's cock, a thoughtful expression on his face.]
[You can accept your defeat right away, Emet, it's okay! Hyth definitely feels quite at ease in charge. Rubbing his fingers in circles over Emet's ass - before brushing his fingers against his entrance, pressing against it slightly.]
[Which is meant to sound a bit haughty but doesn't really come out that way as he's panting. But he does give a very quick squeak when fingers wander because he was expecting petting but not that.]
[He's so SMUG. His fingers briefly leave his ass, though - only for long enough for him to apply the lube to them. Pressing up against his entrance again teasingly, but not entering him yet, just to watch him squirm.]
[Thoughts get scattered at that as he sucks in a deep breath and his thighs shake just a little. At least he resists the urge to rolls back into his fingers.]
A-a small amount of participation.
[He pushes the skirts up higher around his hips and brings Hythlodaeus' hand to his cock.]
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More?
[He snorts and doesn't increase the paces of the tentacles. Though he doesn't decrease it either. What to do? What to do? He idly drums his fingers on his cheek.
He dips his head low near his ear kissing the shell of it before whispering, describing in detail how Hythlodaeus looks under him. The flush of his skin. The arch of his hips. The sound of his voice. And maybe even adding some things he's not doing so he can imagine them. Thumbing his nipples. Marking his skin in small bites.
He could go with the physical approach, but, well, this is more fun.]
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He whimpers at the words, flushing even deeper than he was, biting at his lip to keep his voice down - to little avail. And after a little while he finally lets go of his shame, giving in to the pleasure completely, moaning out Hades's name again and again - and there's a new tone to it, a lot more open, a lot more earnest. He bucks his hips into the tentacles fucking him, too, legs tensing and toes curling into the sheets until he's choking on his own voice - and then he finally comes, squirming under Emet and convulsing violently around the tentacle in his ass. Once spent he tries to settle into the bed, shaking and gulping air.]
Ah... ah...
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Oh, how he missed this. How could time have eroded such precious memories?
He still sits on top of him when he's done. Fingers dance over his jaw as he stares intently at his face, memorizing the detail of it.
Then he tsks to himself.]
I should have recorded that. Video recordings are really a marvelous invention.
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Mm...
[But his consciousness does return - just in time for him to be able to register the words after a few moments. His eyes widen briefly in surprise - and though it's hard for him to blush even more than he is already, it's still pretty clear that he's flustered by the suggestion.]
Record it?
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Yes, you heard me.
[He reaches up to untie his hands.]
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And what would you do with that recording, Hades, hmmm?
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[Sitting back and bringing his tentacles close to him. He finds the one that Hythlodaeus did make a mess over and brings it to his face so he can lick it clean.]
Why? What dirty place did your mind wander to?
Re: Day 440
And here I thought you would have preferred me over a mere recording.
Re: Day 440
Sometimes I like to watch.
[He slides his hands up his ribs and over his nipples. What is recuperation time?]
Now, are you going to service me or shall I take care of myself?
Re: Day 440
Perhaps I should watch in this case, then?
[Though despite those words his eyes do flicker down to Emet's cock, a thoughtful expression on his face.]
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He leans his hand on his chest and props his weight up on him.]
Would you like me to make a show of it?
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Mm... If you show me that you are thinking of me during it. Should I record it, too?
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That wouldn't be my fancy. I like to watch others. But if you wanted it, then how can I deny you?
[He starts to stroke himself slowly.]
That besides, you already owe me point for the service. I am still working after all.
[He actually isn't, but simply wants to try to fluster him.]
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Hmmm? You would not want me to watch you, even when you are not near? To pleasure myself to the recording?
[TWO CAN PLAY AT THE SHAMELESS GAME, EMET]
Re: Day 440
I would. And I would desire to hear of it when you come back from your senses. But you would use it more than for just that.
[He can't help but to lean back slightly into his hands as he strokes himself slowly closing his eyes.]
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[You can accept your defeat right away, Emet, it's okay! Hyth definitely feels quite at ease in charge. Rubbing his fingers in circles over Emet's ass - before brushing his fingers against his entrance, pressing against it slightly.]
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[Which is meant to sound a bit haughty but doesn't really come out that way as he's panting. But he does give a very quick squeak when fingers wander because he was expecting petting but not that.]
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You would prefer I come up with my own?~
[He's so SMUG. His fingers briefly leave his ass, though - only for long enough for him to apply the lube to them. Pressing up against his entrance again teasingly, but not entering him yet, just to watch him squirm.]
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[He gets what he desires because he does squirm a bit removing his fingers for a moment.]
You know very well I'm not going to be satisfied with just your fingers.
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Well, isn't that what your tentacles are for?
[Yes, he's here for watching Emet fuck himself. Literally.]
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I can do that on my own time, Hythlodaeus.
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Hmmm? Even if I ask nicely?
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[He takes a moment to gather himself.]
I'm going to need more incentive than that.
[But he's still bright red.]
Re: Day 440
Such as?
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A-a small amount of participation.
[He pushes the skirts up higher around his hips and brings Hythlodaeus' hand to his cock.]
I daresay you might like the results.
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