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[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.]
[The scraping of nails does cut through the bliss and a fully body shudder echoes through him. And not the sexy kind. But he dismisses it completely as he wraps a tentacle around both of their cocks, squeezing and rubbing them together.]
Hmmm?
[He's only coy about it for a moment. His question.]
[Oh, that's unfair. Hythlodaeus gasps at the touch to his cock, a flush creeping down his neck and chest, and tries to tug Emet down to hold him closer.]
I-- I love you too, Hades.
[And he'll try to drag him into another kiss, messy but passionate.]
[The kiss is messy and it is sloppy, but finesse isn't the point. And he's getting close from the tentacles, the rubbing of their cocks together, and how Hythlodaeus looks absolutely edible beneath him. So he does manage to grunt out a few words between sloppy kisses.]
[He grunts out the name in response, more than happy to oblige - slipping a hand down between them and taking a firm hold of Emet's cock to pump it, a little slow but thorough at first, then faster and rougher. As much as he wants to drag this out more, he's pretty close too, and the way Emet looks and sounds right now does not help at all.]
[He bites his neck, leaving a mark, and making sure to be vocal in his ear. And that touch is all it takes to spill over him, making a mess and crying out. He shakes and shudders and will curl as close to him as he can.]
[He gasps at the bite, digging a hand into Emet's hair - and Emet's moans and cries are enough to send Hythlodaeus over the edge too, although he's quieter about it, only tensing under Emet and holding onto him tightly, perhaps to the point of pain.
He lies there panting until he manages to come down from it a little and then wraps both arms around Emet more gently, disregarding the mess between the two of them.]
... I love you.
[He kisses Emet's neck and the side of his face gently, whispering more soft affections.]
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Re: Day 440
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.
Re: Day 440
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.
Re: Day 440
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.]
Re: Day 440
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.]
Re: Day 440
What are you thinking about, Hades?..
Re: Day 440
Hmmm?
[He's only coy about it for a moment. His question.]
That I love you.
Re: Day 440
I-- I love you too, Hades.
[And he'll try to drag him into another kiss, messy but passionate.]
Re: Day 440
Touch me.
Re: Day 440
[He grunts out the name in response, more than happy to oblige - slipping a hand down between them and taking a firm hold of Emet's cock to pump it, a little slow but thorough at first, then faster and rougher. As much as he wants to drag this out more, he's pretty close too, and the way Emet looks and sounds right now does not help at all.]
Re: Day 440
Re: Day 440
He lies there panting until he manages to come down from it a little and then wraps both arms around Emet more gently, disregarding the mess between the two of them.]
... I love you.
[He kisses Emet's neck and the side of his face gently, whispering more soft affections.]