There are plenty of things that speak to Hades' fancy, but none so deeply as an act so intimate as this.
Not merely sex, but the trust and vulnerability of it and whom is involved. To have Dirk flush against his chest, eyes laid bare as he plucked the shaded spectacles from his face so that he might look into their orange depths, giving himself to Hythlodaeus in such a manner... To be earnest in his own way with his desires—not through words, but through deed—there is little more emotionally fulfilling than this.
To feel him, to hold him, to see them—not that his own physical needs were ignored, far from. With each powerful thrust from Hythlodaeus, did both his and Dirk's own aching manhoods enjoy contact as the rest of their bodies did.
Thirty minutes is a laughably short amount of time for someone like Hades and Hythlodaeus, yet it feels simultaneously like it could be stretched on forever, yet passing too quickly with the rise of passion and intimacy. And before long the three of them have found themselves spent, Hythlodaeus pulling away to clean up, and Dirk left panting against his own chest as it rises and falls from their exertions.
It's Dirk's voice that pulls him from being lost in such bliss, and while he still feels the tingling warmth of afterglow, he's capable enough to answer him and meet his gaze. For all Dirk might regret it, Hades never does.
"Do you require them so promptly? Well do I know you must feel rather exposed like this, but I must say you make such a handsome visage as you are." However, as he says this, he does fulfill Dirk's request, reaching over to grab the shades which he placed on the short nightstand besides them before offering the pair to Dirk.
He does offer Hythlodaeus a thankful smile at his return, and while he himself is quite the 'crime scene' so to speak, he makes little effort to get up at the moment.
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Not merely sex, but the trust and vulnerability of it and whom is involved. To have Dirk flush against his chest, eyes laid bare as he plucked the shaded spectacles from his face so that he might look into their orange depths, giving himself to Hythlodaeus in such a manner... To be earnest in his own way with his desires—not through words, but through deed—there is little more emotionally fulfilling than this.
To feel him, to hold him, to see them—not that his own physical needs were ignored, far from. With each powerful thrust from Hythlodaeus, did both his and Dirk's own aching manhoods enjoy contact as the rest of their bodies did.
Thirty minutes is a laughably short amount of time for someone like Hades and Hythlodaeus, yet it feels simultaneously like it could be stretched on forever, yet passing too quickly with the rise of passion and intimacy. And before long the three of them have found themselves spent, Hythlodaeus pulling away to clean up, and Dirk left panting against his own chest as it rises and falls from their exertions.
It's Dirk's voice that pulls him from being lost in such bliss, and while he still feels the tingling warmth of afterglow, he's capable enough to answer him and meet his gaze. For all Dirk might regret it, Hades never does.
"Do you require them so promptly? Well do I know you must feel rather exposed like this, but I must say you make such a handsome visage as you are." However, as he says this, he does fulfill Dirk's request, reaching over to grab the shades which he placed on the short nightstand besides them before offering the pair to Dirk.
He does offer Hythlodaeus a thankful smile at his return, and while he himself is quite the 'crime scene' so to speak, he makes little effort to get up at the moment.