[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 tugs his hands above his head and lies flush against him taking his bottom lip between his teeth.]
You could just tell me. I would do my best to employ even your wildest fantasies.
[Though he only gives him a few seconds to answer as he leans back and fills his mouth again with a tentacle. It's a lazy pace at first, but he will get back to the choking in a moment as he begins to undress him fully, tentacles making sure to caress ever new inch of exposed skin.]
[He sucks in a shaky breath as Emet lies down against him, making a soft noise at the bite to his lip.]
And would you have told me yours?
[He'll take the L this time, though, opening his mouth obediently to let the tentacle in. Whining and shuddering as the other tentacles wind around him, too, but there's definitely a shift to his demeanour - more submissive now, letting Emet do what he wants.]
[He huffs looking down on him with that exasperated look that has not bite. That look of boredom he's become so used to wearing that he does it on reflex.]
I enjoy being made to blush and be embarrassed. Pushed and prodded until choice is taken away from me. Overwhelmed to the point where my mind is incapable of wandering outside of any topic but the current moment.
But more than that I want to simply watch you sleep. To be in your embrace with your heartbeat filling my ears. The undeniable and constant proof of life. And in the quiet darkness I would make you promises I could never voice in the hours while you are awake, but I would hold myself to them nonetheless.
[He's counting on him not hearing half of that as he cuts off his air supply bringing a hand around his throat again, squeezing hard, as the tentacles divest him of his remaining clothes. The tentacles find his cock, too, wrapping and squeezing as the one in his mouth earlier pushes at his entrance so kindly slicked up prior.
He's really going to miss all these extra 'hands' later. They are so convenient.]
I want you to be proud of me, Hythlodaeus, and to cherish the parts of myself even I recoil from.
[He does hear the words without understanding most of them, though he can feel - thinks he can feel, as much as he's able to think right now, the earnestness in them. But most of his mind is rather more occupied by the overwhelming mix of pleasure and... not so much pain but the tension, the intensity of being bound and choked and vulnerable like this.
Hythlodaeus whimpers again, writhing on the bed, his throat contracting helplessly under Emet's hold. It's scary, a little bit, but also so shamefully good, and this kind of humiliation is exactly what he enjoys - being bound, held down, made to feel pleasure whether he wants to or not. It sets his heart to racing even faster and he nudges his hips up, desperately trying to get more friction from the tentacles wrapping around his twitching cock.]
[He lets him breathe again but holds his chin roughly so he's forced to look at him and only him.]
Am I hitting the mark, my dear friend?
[He pins his hips down with his weight ensuring he, and he alone controls the pace. But he isn't completely immune to his pleading so he does slip that tentacle in sliding it at a controlled pace.]
[Again he gasps and coughs once Emet finally lets him breathe again, but this time there's a soft sob as well; though it comes from sheer overstimulation rather than actual discomfort. But he's pliant in Emet's hands, looking up at him and blinking away the tears.]
Mm... mm.
[He can't manage to form words yet, but does his best to answer, even if there's still a kind of shame in admitting it, giving in to Hades. But it's not like he has a different choice... and there's a pleasure of a kind in that, too. A stray thought tells him that maybe this is a good way for them to become closer again, but that thought is cut short as the tentacle enters him. Hythlodaeus moans at that, his voice still raspy, and tries to arch up - as much as he can with Emet holding him down.]
[He cups his chin in his hand softly kissing his cheek, the corner of mouth, his lips. They are featherlight and chaste, almost reverent.
In contrast the tentacles do not slow as he's pinned under him. He wants him to come and come hard, slipping deeper into him and pumping his cock. But hey, at least he lets him breathe normally.]
Hythlodaeus moans in earnest, digging his nails into his palms - restrained like this he barely has any way to deal with the pleasure, squirming and tensing under Emet.]
H-- Hades...
[That tentacle slipping in deeper elicits another keening moan from him; Hythlodaeus arches again, more roughly this time. He's panting helplessly as he gets used to - and gets off on - being penetrated so deeply, the movements of the tentacle inside him and those on his cock.]
More-- More--
[He pleads without thinking, without even knowing what exactly he wants more of. Use your imagination, Emet.]
[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.]
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Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-07 06:33 am (UTC)Perhaps by sheer luck.
[So, he's not wrong, but he's not going to openly say that.]
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-07 06:45 am (UTC)You could just tell me. I would do my best to employ even your wildest fantasies.
[Though he only gives him a few seconds to answer as he leans back and fills his mouth again with a tentacle. It's a lazy pace at first, but he will get back to the choking in a moment as he begins to undress him fully, tentacles making sure to caress ever new inch of exposed skin.]
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-07 06:58 am (UTC)And would you have told me yours?
[He'll take the L this time, though, opening his mouth obediently to let the tentacle in. Whining and shuddering as the other tentacles wind around him, too, but there's definitely a shift to his demeanour - more submissive now, letting Emet do what he wants.]
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-07 07:18 am (UTC)I enjoy being made to blush and be embarrassed. Pushed and prodded until choice is taken away from me. Overwhelmed to the point where my mind is incapable of wandering outside of any topic but the current moment.
But more than that I want to simply watch you sleep. To be in your embrace with your heartbeat filling my ears. The undeniable and constant proof of life. And in the quiet darkness I would make you promises I could never voice in the hours while you are awake, but I would hold myself to them nonetheless.
[He's counting on him not hearing half of that as he cuts off his air supply bringing a hand around his throat again, squeezing hard, as the tentacles divest him of his remaining clothes. The tentacles find his cock, too, wrapping and squeezing as the one in his mouth earlier pushes at his entrance so kindly slicked up prior.
He's really going to miss all these extra 'hands' later. They are so convenient.]
I want you to be proud of me, Hythlodaeus, and to cherish the parts of myself even I recoil from.
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-07 07:54 am (UTC)Hythlodaeus whimpers again, writhing on the bed, his throat contracting helplessly under Emet's hold. It's scary, a little bit, but also so shamefully good, and this kind of humiliation is exactly what he enjoys - being bound, held down, made to feel pleasure whether he wants to or not. It sets his heart to racing even faster and he nudges his hips up, desperately trying to get more friction from the tentacles wrapping around his twitching cock.]
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-07 08:23 am (UTC)Am I hitting the mark, my dear friend?
[He pins his hips down with his weight ensuring he, and he alone controls the pace. But he isn't completely immune to his pleading so he does slip that tentacle in sliding it at a controlled pace.]
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-07 08:46 am (UTC)Mm... mm.
[He can't manage to form words yet, but does his best to answer, even if there's still a kind of shame in admitting it, giving in to Hades. But it's not like he has a different choice... and there's a pleasure of a kind in that, too. A stray thought tells him that maybe this is a good way for them to become closer again, but that thought is cut short as the tentacle enters him. Hythlodaeus moans at that, his voice still raspy, and tries to arch up - as much as he can with Emet holding him down.]
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-08 07:10 am (UTC)In contrast the tentacles do not slow as he's pinned under him. He wants him to come and come hard, slipping deeper into him and pumping his cock. But hey, at least he lets him breathe normally.]
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-08 07:56 am (UTC)Hythlodaeus moans in earnest, digging his nails into his palms - restrained like this he barely has any way to deal with the pleasure, squirming and tensing under Emet.]
H-- Hades...
[That tentacle slipping in deeper elicits another keening moan from him; Hythlodaeus arches again, more roughly this time. He's panting helplessly as he gets used to - and gets off on - being penetrated so deeply, the movements of the tentacle inside him and those on his cock.]
More-- More--
[He pleads without thinking, without even knowing what exactly he wants more of. Use your imagination, Emet.]
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-08 08:04 am (UTC)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.]
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-08 08:32 am (UTC)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...
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-08 09:10 am (UTC)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.
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-08 09:20 am (UTC)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?
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-08 09:24 am (UTC)Yes, you heard me.
[He reaches up to untie his hands.]
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-08 09:27 am (UTC)And what would you do with that recording, Hades, hmmm?
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-08 09:35 am (UTC)[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
Date: 2022-02-08 09:37 am (UTC)And here I thought you would have preferred me over a mere recording.
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-08 09:44 am (UTC)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
Date: 2022-02-08 09:53 am (UTC)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.]
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-09 03:39 am (UTC)He leans his hand on his chest and props his weight up on him.]
Would you like me to make a show of it?
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-09 03:55 am (UTC)Mm... If you show me that you are thinking of me during it. Should I record it, too?
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-09 04:00 am (UTC)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.]
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-09 04:07 am (UTC)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
Date: 2022-02-09 04:12 am (UTC)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.]
Re: Day 440
Date: 2022-02-09 04:18 am (UTC)[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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