[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!]
[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.]
[He turns even redder and contemplates for a moment strangling him with that ribbon and not in a sexy way for that smug look.
But instead, be balances his weight upon his chest so he can roll back into his fingers. He also coats one of the tentacles with lube because that was to be the main attraction after all.]
[Bold of you to assume he wouldn't MAKE it to be the sexy way if you tried.
He hums smugly, eyes locked to Emet's face, drinking in every shift of his expression, every sign of embarrassment. Thrusting his fingers in and out a little quicker now while Emet lubes up the tentacle to loosen him up before the main event, as it were.]
Ah, I'd almost forgotten how adorable you look when flustered. I should do this more often.
[He scoffs, but has he so missed this. He tries to compose himself before he replies, but most of the blood has been diverted from the thinking process at this point. He manages only to squirm a little less.]
If you continue like this, I m... might have to disappoint meeting your request.
[Well that gives Hythlodaeus pause, prolonged all the more because he, too, doesn't have many braincells to spare for thinking right now. Enjoy him being mathlady.gif as he tries to figure out what is more appealing, having Emet give him a show with the tentacles or making him finish like this, with just his fingers.]
Mm? You would like me to stop?
[He does answer after a few moments of pause, trying to sound smug and nonchalant. But he does withdraw his fingers too, slowly and teasingly.]
Perhaps you should hurry up with the tentacles, then.
[He definitely feels empty when he pulls his fingers out, and he can't help letting a little whine escape.]
I did promise a show, and I would not want to disappoint.
[He looks down at him, and, why, oh, why does he feel so flushed under his gaze? As if the years and years of experience simply melts away, leaving him embarrassed like in his youth. That same feeling from long past where he equally wants his approval and to get the upper hand over him.
He catches Hythlodaeus' hand as he pulls away bringing it to his lips as he sucks each digit one by one, lavishing him with attention as he positions a tentacle entering himself. He is bright red up to the ears, but he doesn't stop intent on giving him not only a visual show but to let him feel the squirming as he does pleasure himself.]
[He sucks in a sharp breath as Emet takes his fingers into his mouth, a blush slowly spreading across his face and neck, too. Perhaps in a sense Emet does have the upper hand, given how affected Hyth is.]
As if I could ever look away from you.
[He murmurs and licks his lips, eyes locked to Emet indeed. His free hand goes to Emet's ass, squeezing and kneading but also raising his skirt more to give Hyth a better view.]
[He likes that. The attention. He drinks it in along with the feeling of in his own ministrations, and the view of blushing paramour. So distracted is he that he doesn't even notice the rising of his garments. As Hythlodaeus' fingers do travel upwards he will find a very large patch of scar tissue on his belly.
After licking his fingers clean he does keep one hand to hold, to lace fingers together and to allows his blunt nails to dig into Hyth's palm as his form slightly shakes from the tentacles pushing inside him. And he doesn't resist dipping his head down to give him a brief, sloppy kiss.]
[Fortunately for Emet Hyth is too busy being horny to understand the implications of the scar - or even register it, really, just scraping his nails along it. He kisses back messily and hungrily, squeezing Emet's hand in return, breath short when he breaks the kiss.]
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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]
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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.]
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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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Ah, yes, do keep the skirt up. I would like to see everything.
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But instead, be balances his weight upon his chest so he can roll back into his fingers. He also coats one of the tentacles with lube because that was to be the main attraction after all.]
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He hums smugly, eyes locked to Emet's face, drinking in every shift of his expression, every sign of embarrassment. Thrusting his fingers in and out a little quicker now while Emet lubes up the tentacle to loosen him up before the main event, as it were.]
Ah, I'd almost forgotten how adorable you look when flustered. I should do this more often.
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If you continue like this, I m... might have to disappoint meeting your request.
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Mm? You would like me to stop?
[He does answer after a few moments of pause, trying to sound smug and nonchalant. But he does withdraw his fingers too, slowly and teasingly.]
Perhaps you should hurry up with the tentacles, then.
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I did promise a show, and I would not want to disappoint.
[He looks down at him, and, why, oh, why does he feel so flushed under his gaze? As if the years and years of experience simply melts away, leaving him embarrassed like in his youth. That same feeling from long past where he equally wants his approval and to get the upper hand over him.
He catches Hythlodaeus' hand as he pulls away bringing it to his lips as he sucks each digit one by one, lavishing him with attention as he positions a tentacle entering himself. He is bright red up to the ears, but he doesn't stop intent on giving him not only a visual show but to let him feel the squirming as he does pleasure himself.]
Do keep your eyes only on me.
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As if I could ever look away from you.
[He murmurs and licks his lips, eyes locked to Emet indeed. His free hand goes to Emet's ass, squeezing and kneading but also raising his skirt more to give Hyth a better view.]
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After licking his fingers clean he does keep one hand to hold, to lace fingers together and to allows his blunt nails to dig into Hyth's palm as his form slightly shakes from the tentacles pushing inside him. And he doesn't resist dipping his head down to give him a brief, sloppy kiss.]
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What are you thinking about, Hades?..
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