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[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!]

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weenwoon

[SURE YOU AREN'T. Then instead of dozing off he's just going to lay there and watch Emet :> Jiiiiiiiii.]

From:

firstworldproblem

And here I thought I was going to watch you sleep?

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weenwoon

You're really cute when you're blushing.

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firstworldproblem

[That just increases the color of it.]

Stop.

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weenwoon

[GRINS, oh he's absolutely not passing up the opportunity to be a gremlin. Reaching out to stroke the side of Emet's face]

Hades~

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firstworldproblem

[Nope. He just burying his face into the side of Hythlodeaus' neck and not answering him!]

From:

weenwoon

[Oh, you mean positioning yourself perfectly so he can purr into your ear?]

Ha~des~

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firstworldproblem

[Wow. He's never done anything wrong in his---- oh, wait.

Placing a tentacle over his mouth.]

Yes, Hythlodeaus?

From:

weenwoon

[did you think he WOULDN'T take the tentacle into his mouth, or]

From:

firstworldproblem

[Strike two for Emet. Caught by surprised, a very indecent sound leaves his lips as he shudders which only causes the blush to deepen and spread to the tips of his ears and down his neck.]

From:

weenwoon

[WHY ARE YOU SO EASY TO BULLY! He just grins (as much as he can with a mouth full of tentacle) before trying to take it in deeper, running his tongue over it slowly with a soft, pleased noise.]

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firstworldproblem

[It is true. He is easy to bully. He presses his palms into Hythlodeaus' chest pushing up to glare at him with the absolutely weakest amount of heat possible.]

You'd best--

[Sucking in a breathe as he pulls the tentacle deeper into his mouth.]

--- not be teasing.

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weenwoon

[JUST GIVES HIM A SMUG LOOK, WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW, UNDERWORLD BOY

But then closes his eyes with another soft (and surprisingly lewd) noise, nipping at the tentacle just slightly before starting to suck on it again, still encouraging it a little deeper. Enjoy your... tentacle deepthroating?..]

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firstworldproblem

[A MENACE! It probably isn't possible for his face to flush any darker shade, but oh, does he try. And intertwined as they are he isn't able to hide the fact that this is affecting him greatly in case there was any doubt.

He bows his head just enjoy the sensation, but he also slips a tentacle into the waistband of Hythlodeaus' pants. You know payback and a treat.]

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weenwoon

[Well, it's definitely a treat for him, because Hyth nudges his hips eagerly at feeling the tentacle slip into his pants. At the same time he slides a hand under Emet's skirt to grab at his ass with an appreciative noise. The other hand, though, he uses to hold the tentacle in his mouth - and then pulls away, flushed and panting, pausing just long enough to make it seem as though he's done with the blowjob, before--]

Hades, you should--be rougher with my mouth.

[Said with a kind of smug grin, but also a little whiny. He has needs ok, and the needs are getting throatfucked. Don't worry about it.]

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firstworldproblem

[He laughs highly entertained and fond rolling his hips back into his hand as he places a hand on his neck. Not to squeeze, but to hold his head somewhat in place.]

You greedy, little thing. Very well. Tug on my hair if I go to far.

[He doesn't want to hurt him after all but he does want to indulge him. He starts off slow exploring his mouth brushing up against the roof. But then he does shove it much further in quickly, pulling it back out before going further in still. Breathing is somewhat optional at times.]

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weenwoon

Mmmph--

[He grabs onto Emet's hand automatically - not to pry it away, but have something to hold on to. This is exactly what he wants, but breathplay still gives rise to more than complicated feelings, and reassurance of some control and affection helps.

He whines and squirms as Emet fucks his mouth, alternately digging his fingers into Emet's arm and petting it to give wordless affirmation that he's doing fine. The longer air is denied him and the rougher Emet gets, the more desperate the noises Hythlodaeus makes are, but judging by the deep blush on his face and the way he tries to rut against Emet, he's rather enjoying himself.]

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firstworldproblem

[He watches him very closely, very carefully as he puts a little more pressure on his throat, pushing the tentacle in a bit further so it completely cuts off his air.

And he holds it there.

For a second. A second more. Until he's sure he's reached his limit.

And then he let's go and pulls the tentacle out before covering his lips with his own.]

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weenwoon

[The pressure on his throat is not something Hythlodaeus expects. Between that squeeze and the tentacle filling his throat his breathing is cut off entirely, and once again it brings that shameful, guilty kind of pleasure with it. With a choked whine he clings to Emet with both hands, digging his fingers into the clothes on his back, eyes screwed shut and body shuddering and squirming in Emet's hold.

When Emet pulls the tentacle out it comes a surprise, and Hyth instinctively tries to suck in a breath - but even that is denied him by the kiss. He doesn't have enough air left to even whimper or moan anymore, no matter how much he wants to, only making choked little sounds as he clings to Emet even tighter, scratching at his back unabashedly. Hope your maid dress is sturdy, oops]

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firstworldproblem

[He's not completely without mercy. Emet gives Hythlodaeus whatever air is in his lung during the kiss being the generous kind of person he is. And it is very doubtful that the maid outfit is that sturdy so it will tear at the seams which get an amused sound from him.

Emet will pull back eventually rising on his wrists to stare down at him.]

My, I wasn't expecting you to want control taken away from you.

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weenwoon

[He gasps and coughs when Emet pulls away, chest heaving madly as his body tries to make up for the lengthy deprivation.]

B-Blame your... unit for that...

[Rasping out the words; he's nicely flushed, though, shivering and lips swollen from all the attention.]

From:

firstworldproblem

[He kisses him softly in juxtaposition to before slipping his tongue across his bottom lip as he drinks up his expression.]

Oh? Are there any other preferences I can blame my unit for?

From:

weenwoon

[That alternation of actually exactly what he enjoys most of all, good call Emet! He makes a soft sound as he kisses back (though still weak), shivering at the touch to his lower lip.]

Perhaps you should... extrapolate.

[Definitely not because he's embarrassed to openly admit his kinks to Emet.]

From:

firstworldproblem

[His dress is probably not going to last the night anyway so he take off one of the larger bows.]

Give me your hands.

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weenwoon

[... /// BASTARD. He can guess where this is going, so he blushes rather deeply and gives Emet a huffy look, but presents his hands nonetheless.]

Starting with the basics, then?

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