drear | i put socks on my feet

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i put socks on my feet

[ hades himself isn't much one for social pleasantries, but he there's great importance to dinners like these, and watching their interactions really is fascinating. the meal is already winding down, but the poet who's been declaiming for the better part of an hour is still going strong.

hades is mostly ignoring him and picking at his food, humming occasional acknowledgement to when people talk to him, as head of the house. most of the slaves waiting on them are positioned around the perimeter of the room, while hades has left mitsunari largely to his own devices. ]

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[ hades watches mitsunari's face color and doesn't move his hand away. after a pause, he slides his fingertip down, to the center of his chest and then over his heart. ]

Well?

[ he doesn't exactly expect initiative, but he asks anyway. ]

[under hades' hand, mitsunari's heart is beating faster, even if he himself completely fails to recognize it.

for a second he seems to be judging his words, but when he speaks they're certain, if quiet.]

Yes. Use me as you see fit.

A blade, and a sword. [ is that some really bad genuinely vintage innuendo? maybe. ]

Lie down. [ he pushes at mitsunari's chest gently with his fingertip, urging him to tilt back. ]

[if it was, it goes right over his head, never so much as glancing off him.

mitsunari complies wordlessly, lying flat as hades instructs. he never takes his eyes off hades, even for an instant, his face still red. he isn't so much suspicious as just uncertain.]

[ that might be for the best, to be honest. ]

Your body. [ hades looks him in the eye for once and smiles, hand slowly journeying down to a stop just above mitsunari's navel. he moves it to one side of his torso, then across. ] Rotting.

[ his expression doesn't suggest any sort of dissatisfaction with what he's saying, though. ]

[all his suspicions about what hades means by 'rotting' are only made more confused by this, but mitsunari holds his tongue and doesn't move. so long as hades doesn't seem to disapprove, he won't argue.

he does tense a little at the touch, fingers curling slightly as if he expects a need to defend himself.]

[ it's not unexpected to see mitsunari reacting like this. hades didn't think mitsunari would be enthusiastic about it, anyway. ]

It is not excessive.

[ his hand presses down lightly against the front of his crotch, slender fingers feeling deliberately for his cock. ]

[that makes him react - even though the touch is light, mitsunari's whole body stiffens; he breathes in sharply, almost a gasp, and finally looks away from hades.]

And is that ... acceptable?

[he shivers faintly, still trying to hold himself still and under control.]

Is it?

[ that isn't an answer at all. hades doesn't amend his statement, though, just runs a fingertip down the length of him. ]

It is a decision.

[mitsunari's back arches off the bed slightly, his face reddening a little more. his hands are fisted in the blankets tight enough to whiten his knuckles.]

I leave such things ... to your judgment ...

[ he starts moving his hand, fingers tracing mitsunari's cock through the fabric of his clothes with slow deliberation. ]

You have departed, and abandoned, already.

But not this... hmph. [ hades presses down harder, just hard enough to be slightly uncomfortable. ]

[mitsunari's body responds remarkably quickly. under the deliberate touch he swiftly gets harder, and at the pressure he can't quite bite back a groan even with the discomfort.

he tries to concentrate on hades' words, but they don't make sense. he fixes his eyes on the ceiling and grits his teeth just long enough to focus.]

-- tell me what you wish of me.

I do not "order". [ hades doesn't let up the pressure, though he doesn't increase it until after he's done saying, ] Your structure means little.

[ it might be still uncomfortable with the friction of his clothes, but hades begins to move his hand again, stroking him slowly through them. his eyes stay fixed on mitsunari's face, dark and depthless as always. ]

Whatever is done is done. [ with slow gravity, he holds his weight up with one arm over the length of mitsunari's body, long hair hanging down around his face. ] Do you not see that?

[he can't not look at hades now, and he bites back his frustration - with the enigmatic response, his own inability to understand, and the contact that's both more than he expected and less than he wants. his face is still red, and his expression is somewhere between troubled and desperate.

when hades strokes him again, mitsunari takes in a long, shaky breath, tries to let it out slowly and can't. his body won't obey him. one more frustration to the pile.]

I ... don't know ... but I will try.

Have I asked such from you?

[ hades doesn't make himself any clearer and doesn't seem inclined to do so anytime soon. he stays where he is, almost on top of mitsunari. he curls his fingertips through the fabric around his cock, and then stops. ]

[mitsunari opens his mouth to answer and hesitates, and then hades' fingers curl around him and he makes a shuddering sound. his hips arch up into hades' hand just a fraction of an inch.]

No ... but - if it ... if it will better help me determine your wishes, then ... I will do so anyway.

Hmph.

[ he makes an idle noise, as if he doesn't have his hand on mitsunari's crotch right now. now, he begins to move his hand with purpose, touching him through his clothes and focusing on the head of his cock at the top of each stroke. in contrast to his usual languid demeanor, he handles mitsunari's cock roughly, wrist turning sharply. ]

[mitsunari chokes out a cry at the sudden movement, almost lifting off the bed with the suddenness of it. under hades' touch he swiftly gets hard enough to strain against the fabric, even with the rough treatment.

he turns his face away from hades, if only to escape the constant gaze for a moment even as his entire body trembles. he can't stop himself from moaning, though, and possibly he doesn't even try.]

[ there's nothing to complain about when it comes to responsiveness, at least. hades watches mitsunari's cock hardening under his clothes with a quiet interest. ]

Is this pleasurable for you?

[his face turns back to hades briefly, trying to steady his breathing long enough to respond.]

How - could it not be?!

[mitsunari almost says more, but clenches his jaw and shuts his eyes tight against the sensations. that only lasts a moment, though, before he's gasping for breath again, digging his heels into the bed to keep himself at least partly still.]

Physical stimulation... I see.

[ hades lets his head dip lower, so that his hair is tickling the side of mitsunari's cheek. ]

And yet, this was not one that you... suggested.

[hades is confusing to mitsunari at the best of times. under these circumstances, he's lost track of the conversation almost completely.]

I don't - understand what you --

[he cuts himself off with choked noise. his fingers are digging into the sheet below him almost hard enough to strain the cloth to its limit.]

Whether you understand it or not, it is... a quantity known.

[ hades relaxes his grip slightly, but doesn't draw back. ]

There could be a simple end to this. [ a (possibly) meaningful flick of his thumb over the head of mitsunari's cock. ] What is it?

[he jerks at the flick, still shuddering at every touch, at the closeness.]

If ... you permit to to finish ... or if you ... do not. Either way, this ends.

[there are probably more, but he's focused right now. he watches hades as levelly as he can, which is not very. there's a sharper tremble as he actively tries to hold himself back from twisting further into hades' lighter grip.]

All things shall end... I agree.

[ hades doesn't increase his grip, just lets his hand rest where it is, waiting. ]

So?

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