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[He knows as soon as he's said it that Hythlodaeus won't let it go, but he holds out a brief hope regardless-- then he scratches at the base of his ear, and Emet-Selch's head tilts reflexively into it, a growling little whine escaping him when he leans in to murmur that same praise. His tail, curse the thing, wags again despite his best efforts.]

--I've only done what anyone would.

[-he eventually manages, still not pulling away. My very good boy still lingers in his ears, leaves him with the sense that he wants more of it. Not just the praise or the touch, but the possession in it. The idea of being Hyth's, just as he's considered Hyth to be his these last few days-- of being good for him.]

Edited 2022-11-07 01:07 (UTC)

Have you?

( Emet-Selch isn't pulling away. He isn't grumping, complaining, telling Hythlodaeus that he needs to stop being ridiculous ... which can really only mean one thing where he's concerned. He likes it, he just doens't know how to express it with his words, which is why he's hovering awkwardly and trying not to say anything even as he leans in to the touch.

All these years, and still he hasn't changed in that regard.

Hythlodaeus shifts a bit closer, then shifts to slide a leg over Emet's lap and settle himself astride him. It puts him above him — gives him enough height that he can smile down at him, soft and secret, before curling a finger beneath the man's chin to tilt his face up towards him. )

I don't think anyone else would have run my baths for me, Emet-Selch, nor would they have humoured me by carrying me between and the bed. You really have taken excellent care of me.

( He leans down like he might kiss him — then stops at the last moment, barely a breath away from Emet's lips. )

How lucky I am, to have you all to myself. Perhaps you deserve a reward, hm?

[Hythlodaeus reads him all too well, even after their time spent apart. He knows what Emet-Selch says without speaking, what certain reactions mean. Certainly he knows that the way Emet-Selch restrains himself from leaning up to kiss him when he pauses means he's decided to go along with this, that he's allowing Hythlodaeus to decide. His chin remains tilted up, though, with Hyth over him, the slight difference in height lending itself well enough to the situation.]

Only if you're in a position to offer, Hythlodaeus. I am well aware of your condition.

[No pushing himself too far, not after all Emet's effort to help him recover.]

Oh, do hush.

( He murmurs, nudging the tips of their noses together before finally, soundly, pressing a lazy kiss to his lips. )

My "condition" is much improved thanks to you, and I have been made to sleep next to you for days without getting to enjoy myself.

( Mischief glitters around his eyes as he pulls away again, one hand sliding down Emet-Selch's front to the slight give of his belly. Hythlodaeus's teeth sink into his lower lip as he bites back a soft sound of delight because oh, how he appreciates this form. That hand skims lower, dinking into the thick fur between Emet-Selch's legs to feel out the soft, hidden shape of his cock: )

But since it concerns you so, how about this: continue being good for me, hm? I will tell you what I want, how I want it, and how you can best please me.

Mm. I ought to have known your patience would reach its limit.

[He murmurs it against Hyth's mouth, indulging in that kiss for a moment before Hythlodaeus pulls away to touch him. While he's hardly self-conscious, Hyth's reaction as his hand skims over his belly still gives him pause-- this body's imperfections are surely nothing to linger on, after all. But the thought is put out of mind soon enough when his hand moves lower, exhaling a low sound of approval as his hips shift slightly against the pressure.

It's a little embarrassing, the way his cock begins to fill out at Hythlodaeus's idea, obvious beneath his hand when he suggests being good for him. Doing whatever he pleases. That's not enough for him to try to shift away, though; it's too late for that anyway, when he's certain Hythlodaeus will have taken notice.]

I- suppose that would alleviate some of my concerns, yes.

[Sure. It's just about the concerns.]

( The tail-end of an eyebrow lifts minutely as a smirk touches his lips. )

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

( It's his only response for the time being; he knows then to push Emet-Selch much as he knows when to let something lie, and now doesn't seem like the right time to tease him into embarrassment. Instead, Hyth simply continues the slow squeeze and massage of his fingers as he feels him begin to take shape beneath his fur— )

Can you believe I'm having to go looking for your cock again?

( ... Alright, a little teasing about this is surely fine! Hythlodaeus chuckles fondly as he leans down to catch Emet-Selch's lips in another slow, lazy kiss, his thumb teasing over the opening from which the tip of his cock is finally emerging. His own feels thick and warm between his legs; he hums softly, then shifts back just enough that he can look down at Emet-Selch's lap properly.

A beat passes between them, and he takes that moment to pull his hand away again. When violet eyes lift to find warm gold there's a sparkle of challenge in them. )

Show it to me.

This form is hardly by my choice-

[He grumbles that out, slightly breathlessly. It's hard to maintain any true annoyance when Hythlodaeus is teasing at him like that, hips shifting a little into that touch. It feels a little different, like this, the extra friction almost but not really like being rubbed through his clothing; between that and the promise of more, it doesn't take long at all for it to emerge, a soft, impatient little sound drawn from him when his partner shifts back and pulls his hand away.

-because he has something else he wants, evidently, and expects Emet-Selch to give it to him.

At first there's a slight pause, but it isn't as though he's so easily embarrassed with Hythlodaeus, of all people. If he wants to watch, then he can watch. Emet-Selch slides one clawed hand down to touch himself, exhaling a huff of breath at the contact as he begins to stroke himself to full firmness; his eyes don't leave Hyth's as he does, not until Hythlodaeus looks away himself. Not until he can feel the length of it fully freed from its sheath, the shape not entirely familiar thanks to his altered form. He's panting slightly by the time he's succeeded, wants to keep going, but-- show it to me, Hythlodaeus had said. He can't very well look at it with Emet-Selch's large hand wrapped around it, so he loosens his hold, pulling his hand away to let it rest on his thigh instead.]

Yes, yes — you've been awfully hard-done by this moon.

( Hythlodaeus waves off Emet-Selch's grousing, his voice tapering off into a pleased hum as his lover nevetheless moves to follow the instruction almost right away. An indulgent smile settles onto his lips as Emet reaches down to take hold of himself: he looks different now, yes, in more ways than the obvious, but the familiarity of the situation stirs at something within Hythlodaeus that warms him to his core. )

That's it ...

( His voice is soft, hushed in anticipation of seeing Emet-Selch pleasure himself. He holds his gaze for a long moment, letting the anticipation build within him at the slight jostling between them, before finally pulling his gaze away to look down at the hand working himself to hardness. )

Mm ... lovely.

( He croons, a warm flushs ettling in his cheeks when Emet moves his hand away to let Hythlodaeus soak up the new shape of his arousal. He shifts his hand to press a fingertip to the glossy tip of his cock, and gently rubs over the slit of it as violet eyes lift back to his face. This time, there's an obvious curve of mischief to his lips, and he leans in to press a kiss to Emet-Selch's mouth before pulling back to get to his feet. )

And how about the rest of you, hm? I want to see more.

( One hand settles at his hip as Hythlodaeus looks down at him, considering, before twirling a finger to indicate that Emet should turn around where he's sat. )

On you knees, if you would. Feel free to lean against the back of the couch if you like.

[He stifles a whine against Hythlodaeus's mouth, muffled into that kiss-- the touch feels good, but it isn't enough. It feels more sensitive than normal, leaves him a little needier after working himself up and getting only a gentle little touch in turn.]

Surely you aren't satisfied with only that.

[He'd wanted to see it, and now he wants to move on so quickly...

But he obeys, after a moment, exhaling a doggish huff as he shifts to turn over; he pulls himself up onto his knees, arms resting on the backrest of the couch, both ears swiveling back toward Hythlodaeus as he does. His attention is still on him even with the changed angle, his tail lifting itself out of the way.]

( Hythlodaeus lets Emet-Selch huff and duss until he's settled comfortably again, then strokes a hand down the small of his back, along his tail, and wraps around the end to give it a light pull. )

Surely I know what satisfies me best, don't you think?

( There's a firmer edge to his voice now, a slight shift that better settles him into his role as a result of their new position. To have Emet-Selch bent and exposed before him is all the encouragement he needs when it comes to taking charge more actively, and a smile touches the corners of his lips as he returns both hands to the furred curve of his lover's thighs.

Much as before his transformation, Emet-Selch's hole is a sweet, pink thing that stirs the hottest kind fo desire into Hythlodaeus's blood. He exhales heavily, his fingers gripping briefly at two handfuls of his cheeks, before allowing one hand to drift inward to press his thumb against the tight clench of muscle.He wants to lick, kiss, bite, rub with his fingers, rub with his cock—

But he takes his time, massaging at it almost idly while his other hand reaches around to squeeze at the root of Emet-Selch's cock. )

As well as what best satisfies you.

( And now he begins to stroke him properly, his fist pulling up to the tip for the slick gathered there to help ease the pump of his hand. Hythlodaeus leans forwards, his braid hanging between them as he increases the pressure behind the thumb at his hole: )

I'd like to hear you agree with me, my love.

[His tail lifts further when Hythlodaeus begins to tease at his entrance, back arched further at the contact-- he manages not to whine, sparing his dignity for the moment, but he wants more just as much as Hyth does. They've established the game they're playing, though, and he knows neither of them means to simply give in to their urges so easily. Not when Hythlodaeus is right-- he surely knows what both of them like, both of them need. One thing he needs is definitely to be touched, hips shifting into the hand stroking him; his cock is thicker at the base, he'll likely notice, moreso than usual, and if he's well versed enough in biology he shouldn't need to guess as to just how far Emet-Selch's transformation extends.

There is, however, one thing that catches him off guard. My love, Hythlodaeus calls him, and it isn't difficult to feel him stiffen further at it.]

...you do.

[It comes out a bit breathier, as Hythlodaeus works him up.]

You do. You always have.

Good boy.

( Hythlodaeus feels the response ripple through Emet-Selch as he sttrokes and squeezes at his cock; hears the hitch in his breath, the shiver in his voice as he lets himself give into the insttructions. As always, it's a moment of pure, mischievous bliss for Hythlodaeus: to feel this man relax beneath him is a gift he cherishes close to his heart, and he leans down to press a kiss between Emet-Selch's shoulder-blades as a reward for his behaviour.

He feels it on a downstroke — the thicker swelling at the root of Emet's cock as he works him harder still. It takes Hythlodaeus a moment to realise what it is, but when he does?

Gods, but he all but salivates with want. )

Now, there's a surprise ...

( He murmurs, letting his fingers wrap around the hint of his knot as his cock coninues to fill. A shaky exhale leaves him as he forces himself to pull back and focus on his hole; he pulls on a thread of magic to fashion a small bottle of oil into existence, then removes both of his hands from Emet-Selch so that he can slick up a finger and return it to his entrance. )

But we can play with that later. For now, would you tell me how long it's been since you last took a cock?

( It isn't jealousy that drives the question. Hythlodaeus needs to know how much his lover can take; how much preparation he needs, how hard he can fuck him, how to make it as good as it can be for him. Rubbing lazily, Hythlodaeus lets the tip of his finger slip inside to strok hot muscle before drawing it out again: )

And don't make it up — I want the truth.

[He stifles a soft groan in response to that praise-- it's easier, bit by bit, to accept it with less embarrassment. To allow it and to feel the shiver of pleasure it brings him more keenly, bent further forward as Hythlodaeus works him, the shift of his hips becoming a little more eager as fingers wrap around his base. It feels intolerably good to have that pressure there, instinct reveling at the suggestion of it being sheathed within something, anything--

But then he pulls his fingers back. The unmistakable presence of aether quickly lets Emet-Selch guess at what Hythlodaeus is doing, though, and he doesn't complain at the loss, waiting for him to continue.]

Hythlodaeus-

[Another breathy exhale of his name, punched out of him with the renewed attention, the slick friction.]

...years. I do not recall exactly how many. I rarely bothered with such things.

[Honest enough, despite how badly he wants him to hurry up. Though he does add:]

But I am not fragile. You needn't linger overlong for fear of harming me-- I will be fine.

( Hythlodaeus merely hums in response: a warm, drawling sound behind him as he continues to rub oil against his entrance. Years? Rarely bothered with such things? All the more reason to make sure this is as good as it could possibly be for him, then, although he can't bite back the soft huff of a chuckle at Emet-Selch's insistence that he isn't fragile.

He isn't fragile, of course. Hythlodaeus knows that much — knows that Emet-Selch would grit his teeth and bear any pain that came his way, as he always has done. )

Mm. You're always fine, aren't you? Always capable, always strong, always there to manage whatever crisis has befallen us.

( The pressure changes against Emet-Selch's hole as Hythlodaeus adjusts his finger to press in: slow, steady, but deep even with that first push. His teeth nip at his lower lip as slick heat surrounds the length of his finger — and gods, but the promise of how good it'll feel around his cock sends a pulse of heat through his own groin. )

... But fragility isn't a weakness, my friend. Not with me.

( He withdraws his finger slowly before pressing it back in, his free hand stroking over the thick fur of Emet's flank as he finds a steady rhythm to loosen up that tight clench of muscle. When he speaks again his voice is soft, warmed-through with the earnestness of his words: )

You can let go of all that when we're together.

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