#i couldnt resist

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Despite all the possible outcomes Hythlodaeus had considered for his stopping by the Capitol, he clearly hadn’t thought of allof them. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to be seated precariously on the edge of Emet-Selch’s desk, his robes rucked up to his waist, while that very same Emet-Selch held him fast.

One of Hythlodaeus’ hands was buried in thick white hair, the other pressed tight against his mouth to keep himself from shouting. Hades seemed like it was his very goal to makehim shout to the heavens, the way his tongue teased. When he finally drew Hythlodaeus’ cock into the hot confines of his mouth, Hythlodaeus bit the side of his own palm to stop from allowing more than a low, breathy moan.

Very few people knew how good Hades was at pleasing someone else. They looked at his power or his attitude and assumed he would never do something like drop to his knees and offer such supplicant-seeming pleasure. Hythlodaeus thanked every star in the heavens that he was one of those incredibly lucky knowers, especially when Hades swallowed him all the way down.

Hades pulled back again, slowly, allowing his tongue to caress the velvet-soft skin. Hythlodaeus’ cock pulsed with a heartbeat of its own, leaking, weeping when that desperately wanted touch left it. “Hyth–” Hades began, his already growling voice practically gravel. But he was interrupted, much to their shared horror, by the door of the office flying open with a bang.

“Emet-Selch, I am in need of your guidance!” the hooded, white-masked figure proclaimed to the room at large.

In an instant Hythlodaeus’ feet were back on the floor, the hem of his robes following. He pulled his hood up and grabbed for a mask - there were two, he only needed one, but that was the wrong one oh well no time roll with it–

Properly obscured, Hythlodaeus straightened to his full height and trusted in the anonymity their functional robes gave. “And who, pray tell, are you to barge in on my office without asking permission to enter?” he demanded in his best imitation of the man still on his knees nearby.

If the situation weren’t so potentially catastrophic, it would be funny. Hythlodaeus could see the shocked expression on Hades’ face from the corner of his eye even as he tried to skewer the hapless messenger with Emet-Selch’s signature glare.

“Ah, it’s… I’m sorry, it’s an emergency. Lahabrea and Nabriales, in the council chamber–”

“Again?” the real Emet-Selch growled. Hythlodaeus quickly moved to make it seem like the words had come from him, grateful the shamed aide was looking down for the moment.

A look was shared between Hythlodaeus and Hades, Hades scowling and then nodding. Hythlodaeus mimicked the gesture. “I’ll be right there. Go make sure neither of them has caused grievous destruction yet.”

The flustered young man looked no less harried, but still wore his relief on his sleeve. “Thank you. I’ll be– I’ll go– thank you.” He bowed and backpedaled and nearly tripped over the hem of his robes in his haste. But he at least remembered to pull the door shut behind him.

Grumbling under his breath, Hades climbed to his feet and straightened his clothes. Hythlodaeus assisted by fixing his mussed hair and making sure it was pushed back from his face. “I suppose I’ll have to actually go dealwith those two,” he groused. “When there are such betterways to be using my time.” His smoldering gaze said everything his words didn’t.

“Don’t worry,” Hythlodaeus said with a smile, taking off the red mask and settling it into its proper place on his best friend and lover’s face. “I’ll wait for you at home.”

Hades gave another groan and pulled Hythlodaeus in close to him. “Good. And make sure you waitfor me.” He wrapped the other man’s lavender braid around his fist securely and kissed him, frustrated lust searing white hot and stealing all Hythlodaeus’ breath.

Hythlodaeus staggered slightly when he was released, grateful for the solid edge of the desk to hold onto. “I said I’d be waiting,” he pointed out. “Just don’t take too long to deal with them.” He grinned and stole another kiss, shorter and faster but no less wanting.

As Hythlodaeus gathered teleportation magics around himself, Hades was kind enough to let go of his hair. Hythlodaeus watched the usually so-composed Emet-Selch slam a fist on the top of the desk and them stomp out of the room before the aether whisked him away from the Capitol.

Hopefully the supposed fiasco that had interrupted their private time would be relatively quick to solve. Hythlodaeus appeared in the middle of Hades’ home - because of course, when they said home, that was where they meant - and startled a sleeping furball very quickly awake.

“Ah, hello,” Hythlodaeus said softly, extending his hand for the spooked cat to cautiously sniff. It may have been a familiar made of his own aether, but he still treated it like the animal it was. It watched him with its narrow, constantly annoyed-seeming yellow eyes. Seeing it again, Hythlodaeus could definitely identify that he’d been entertaining thoughts about Hades whilst employing the creation magics.

“It does look like he’s been feeding and caring for you.” There was cat furniture around the living space; a cat tree, complete with leaves, dominated a previously blank corner. Hythlodaeus was even able to spot a cleverly concealed litter pan. He giggled, rightfully smug. As he’d expected, no matter what Hades chose to callthe cat, he had already bonded with it to such a point as fussing over it. Not that Hythlodaeus was going to point that out. Yet.

With the cat - “That Thing” - quieted and left to washing itself on the tree, Hythlodaeus headed for the bedroom. He left a trail behind him - a boot here, the other there, his mask hanging from the doorknob, and finally his robes a puddle on the bedroom floor. His underthings had been left somewhere in Emet-Selch’s office in the rush.

Ah, well. He didn’t need underthings, and Hades being his meticulous self would surely see them removed from the space before anything could come of it. Rather than worry, Hythlodaeus made himself comfortable.

He’d only just finished with such an onerous task when the sound of a cat hissing and Hades’ unmistakable tones met his ears. Hythlodaeus smiled. He settled against the pillows with his hair loose around his shoulders, and reached down to gently wrap his fingers around what remained of his erection.

The languid flesh was quick to spark again, waking beneath just the lightest graze of Hythlodaeus’ fingertips. His breath hitched and he let it out on a soft moan. At the same time, he smiled and lifted his eyes to meet the glowering gaze of the man that now stood in the doorway.

“I thought I told you to wait,” Hades said, his tone calm and controlled, sliding over Hythlodaeus like silk and making him squirm.

“I am waiting,” Hythlodaeus replied. “I was only getting things ready for you. Back to how we were, at least.”

“Hmmm.”

Cool air caressed Hythlodaeus’ bare skin. It broke out in gooseflesh in response and he shivered delightfully. “Was that wrong of me? Oh dear. I do hope that the glorious and merciful Emet-Selch will forgive me such a bold transgression.”

“I’m not feeling particularly mercifulright now.”

Hythlodaeus knew that look. The line between Hades’ eyes was deeper, his lip slightly curled at the height of his scowl. Whatever he’d needed to attend to had taken him to the limit of his patience. Understanding, Hythlodaeus smiled and lifted his arms toward him. “Then come here. I’ve enough mercy for both of us.”

There was a flicker of reliefbefore Hades turned away to quickly divest himself of clothing. He moved with enough haste that, had he been anyone else with fewer idiosyncrasies, the boots probably would have stayed on. But he was who he was, and once he had a plan, he followed through.

At least that plan spared half a thought for comfort. Hades slicked his bobbing, ready length before kneeling between Hythlodaeus’ spread legs and sinking into him.

Hythlodaeus breathed a soft, “Oh!” that melted into a near-voiceless moan of his lover’s name. Despite how good it felt and how much he enjoyed simply focusing on that, he kept his eyes open enough to watch the further relief that stole over Hades like rain sweeping across a plain. “Take what I give to you freely,” he murmured, sitting up and wrapping his arms around the back of Hades’ neck to hold him close.

His sentiment was met with a derisive, but gentle snort. “So dramatic,” Hades chided. He didn’t elaborate; he didn’t need to. Instead he simply motioned for Hythlodaeus to lie back again, then hooked his arms under each of Hythlodaeus’ legs and raised them to a better angle. It was easier that way for him to press forward until flesh met flesh, his cock buried to the hilt.

No matter how many times they came together like this, Hythlodaeus still marveled. Hades’ cock pulsed with his heartbeat, a separate rhythm from the one that thudded through Hythlodaeus but still felt just as familiar. His body wanted - begged, even - yet initially protested having to stretch to fit Hades’ girth. At least Hades was well aware of that from previous experience.

Hades asked no questions and said no words. He listened to the noises his lover made, how the wordless syllables eased in tension and pitch, to provide him with the confirmation he needed. He eased out just a bit so that he could push home again with a quiet but satisfying little smack.

Hythlodaeus reached for Hades’ hands and found them. Together they held his legs up so that Hades could start to build a rhythm. His thrusts stayed shallow at first, feeling out the needs of his partner, before they ramped up in their intensity. He didn’t haveto think of Hythlodaeus’ needs; Hythlodaeus himself wouldn’t have faulted Hades for a moment if the other had simply allowed himself to go feral and take. But even frustrated and irritable and pent-up from outside circumstances, at his heart Hades wasn’t at all as selfish as some people wanted to claim.

“Hades,” Hythlodaeus murmured, eyes open in just a thin line of visible violet. “Please.”

One word to break the dam. Hades took the request as the permission that it was. He rolled Hythlodaeus halfway up onto his shoulders and pinned him there, an inferno in his golden eyes that matched the intensity of his movements. Thrusts that had been gentle and exploratory became hard, sure strokes that curled Hythlodaeus’ toes.

It was always particularly glorious to watch someone as staid and controlled as Hades come apart at the seams. But when the man trulylet go, as now, there was no possibility of watching. Hythlodaeus could only hang on for the ride. But that was no hardship. His world narrowed to the sounds of them - their voices mingled in rough moans and heavy breaths; the solid smack of willing flesh; even the sturdy bed creaked with them - as well as the feel of Hades taking just as much pleasure as he gave. Even pinned and ignored as it was all rolled up in his position, Hythlodaeus’ cock twitched and wept with every move Hades made.

Hades gave a particularly feral grunt and Hythlodaeus forced his eyes to open and see that all was well. Hades was sweaty, hair tangled and hanging unkempt in his face, but there was nothing actually untoward. He looked down at Hythlodaeus, catching his gaze and holding it with eyes that blazed with warmth. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t need to. The affection between them was stronger than mere words.

Letting go of his own legs, Hythlodaeus twined his arms around Hades’ shoulders and sunk his nails into skin dampened by their exertions. He encouraged him, knowing that Hades’ muscles coiled tight with the same desire as his own.

Hades came with a guttural groan, bent over Hythlodaeus with his face buried in the other man’s neck and hair. Hythlodaeus had a moment of bliss, feeling the way Hades’ body trembled and stuttered as heat flooded from him and deep into Hythlodaeus. Then that crystalline moment shattered into his own moment of release.

Hythlodaeus’ cock painted his chest with the same liquid heat he’d been admiring. It made a mess of both of them before it was done and docile again, not that either of them cared. Hades was far too busy murmuring things that Hythlodaeus couldn’t quite make out over the ringing of white noise in his ears.

Both of them took some time to breathe again, eventually stretching out on their sides before twining right back together. Hythlodaeus always hated when they disengaged, already missing the heat and closeness and absolute unity that came with their lovemaking, but the flash of loneliness was swept away and filled with love at the gentle fuss that Hades made over him. There were embraces and kisses and a lovingwarmth that few would expect from the outwardly grumpy Emet-Selch.

“Did that end up being a satisfactory little "pleasant diversion” for you?“ Hythlodaeus asked once they had both settled.

Hades huffed and lifted a hand to run it through the loose puddle of lavender hair that spilled over Hythlodaeus’ shoulder. "You just want to make me say it again.”

Hythlodaeus grinned. “Yes, you’re right. I enjoy hearing it from your mouth.”

What he got first was a soft, utterly non-threatening little growl followed by a kiss that would have made his knees weak if he wasn’t already lying down. “And I only indulge that silly little desire because I dolove you.” Hades scoffed again, but there was no hiding the way his eyes danced and the smile that turned up the corner of his mouth. “For somereason.”

“You like that I keep you on your toes,” Hythlodaeus suggested. “Keep your boring work days from being toomonotonous and all that.”

“I prefer to keep youon your back,” Hades retorted, sending as much of a flush of heat through Hythlodaeus with thosewords as with the previous.

“Wow!” Hythlodaeus exclaimed. “Amazingly, I like that, too!”

Hades snorted and shut him up with another kiss.

elytrians:

sometimes i wish i was a ghost or perhaps a ghoul or other undead corpse so i could just pop my head off and throw it at people

Modern Eren ft. Reiner~

Design is based off @/ThisUserIsAngry on Twitter’s modern Eren design!!

so, i finally got a mother of ultra

i love her approximately 60% as much as father of ultra does

accarahara:

just-shower-thoughts:

It’s officially wear a sweater in the morning and regret it later, weather.

Better known as, wear a cardigan with a short sleeved shirt underneath you fools weather

It’s wear leather jacket, velvet or corduroy jumpsuit or pants, cropped/ripped, and turtle necked sweater and top, and anything black or floral printed… weather

Hugo giving an encouraging pep-talk to Varian after he finally opens up about his past in Corona.

(But they’d also be like:…)