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[rottings]

[ 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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[rottings]

[ 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?

[outforblood]

[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.]

[rottings]

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.

[outforblood]

[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.]

[rottings]

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?

[outforblood]

[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.]

[rottings]

All things shall end... I agree.

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

So?

[outforblood]

[mitsunari stares at him for a few seconds, somewhere between confused and frustrated, and when some comprehension dawns it takes him a moment to speak.]

You wish me to ... decide?

[rottings]

[ hades considers—or appears to consider—not answering again, or at least not directly. in the end, he tilts his head slightly to one side and speaks definitively for once. ]

Yes.

[ hades is very, very still. ]

[outforblood]

[this gives mitsunari pause, the silence and stillness broken only by his breathing. the idea of having any input in the matter is evidently a new one for him.

but he isn't still long.]

Then - please - permit me to -

[his hips thrust up into hades' grip, probably more forcefully than he intended. it won't take him long to climax if hades lets him.]

[rottings]

[ well, at least he's doing something now. hades keeps his hand where it is, only shifting his grip slightly to keep mitsunari from having to strain too much. until the tension bleeds out of mitsunari's body, hades still watches.

when he's finished, he retracts his hand to his side and sits his weight back more naturally, as if nothing happened. ]

[outforblood]

[it only takes a few more thrusts - desperate and wanting - before he comes, catching a sharp cry between his teeth as he does so. then his entire body goes limp on the bed, save for faint trembling and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes hard.

for a few moments he just ... recovers, staring at nothing, but when he gathers his wits he glances at hades, partway between grateful and confused and as always uncertain.]

I ...

[he's not entirely sure what to say. or if he should even bother speaking.]

[rottings]

[ hades waits for mitsunari to catch his breath, saying nothing, for once, as he calms down again. he doesn't touch him again, eventually making a soft noise in his throat that might be acknowledgement. ]

You've taken... [ hades moves to stand up, leaving mitsunari to lie on the bed. ]

I'll take, as well, but it's no trouble.

[outforblood]

[mitsunari watches hades stand, already starting to push himself up when hades speaks.]

Wait - you granted me such a thing ... permit me to do the same.

[there's still a bit of an unsteadiness in his voice, but the look in his eyes is certain.]

[rottings]

[ hades gaze drops to mitsunari's crotch without a hint of shame, only a kind of blank curiosity before he looks back at his face. ]

If you will.

[ he doesn't move, just stays standing by the bed as motionless as a statue. ]

[outforblood]

[there's only a moment of hesitation at hades' stillness before mitsunari moves, sliding off the bed on his knees. he doesn't seem to notice or care about the mess left in his clothes as he settles himself in front of hades.

he is a little uncertain as he carefully attempts to find a part in hades' robes, or some other way to get by them, but there's no shame or embarrassment to him. one hand presses against hades through the robe, gauging him - and any possible reactions.]

[rottings]

[ he's wearing quite a few layers, despite the weather, and there's no obvious way to remove them. hades helps mitsunari along with that, seeing the difficulty he's having—and the lack of shame on his face.

hades opens the front of the robes and lets them part a little. ]

Is this good? [ he's honestly curious about this part. ]

[outforblood]

[there's a slight sense of relief to the set of mitsunari's shoulders as hades helps to find the part in his robes, and he moves more carefully now, his hand sliding beneath the layers to carefully run along hades' length.]

Yes. Thank you.

[as his fingers move there's a moment more of trepidation than hesitation, but hades hasn't moved to stop him, so he stays focused on his task. once hades is getting harder against his hand, he leans in to run his tongue along hades up to the hilt, eyes flicking up to check for a reaction - pleasure? approval? anything that isn't distance and a faint, unmovable smile.]

[rottings]

When you are touched— [ hades goes quiet, for once, when mitsunari's tongue makes contact with his skin, before he continues. ] —it is... beyond that.

Is that right? [ a murmur almost to himself. hades' gaze, previously vague, refocuses on mitsunari when he pauses. the usual stagnant mask of expression has slid from his face, leaving a gaze of intense concentration in its place, as if by staring at mitsunari he'll be able to discover something that sits deep inside him. ]

[outforblood]

[mitsunari seems satisfied for the moment with what hades has given him - it isn't disapproval, anyway. he can't find an answer so he doesn't speak. instead he focuses on the task at hand, one hand curling around hades' hip, the other against his thigh.

he isn't very experienced, that much will be obvious, but he isn't unfamiliar with what he's doing. he's also very attentive - every pause, every hitch of breath, every shift of movement hades makes that indicates pleasure, he uses to his advantage. for a few long moments he uses lips and tongue to lavish attention on hades; when he's determined he's done a good enough job, he moves to take hades into his mouth.

he goes slowly, more for his own sake than anything else.]

[rottings]

[ he seems to have at least done something of the sort before. it doesn't make hades any quicker to react, though he does eventually begin to harden under mitsunari's attention. he doesn't have a particularly large cock even when erect, which might make it easier. hades barely moves his hips even when mitsunari increases the stimulation.

the few indications of his pleasure are an occasional sharp intake of breath and soft hums in his throat. after a minute or two, he sets his hand on mitsunari's head and threads his fingers through his hair, stroking it gently. ]

[outforblood]

[the touch seems to reassure him, gentle as it is; what little tension had built up even in the wake of hades' touch eases from his shoulders again. mitsunari shifts a little closer, listening for hades' sounds of pleasure as he keeps going, tongue curling against hades' cock as he takes more of it into his mouth.

his attentions are a little haphazard but still steady and careful. he digs his knees harder into the floor to keep himself stable and moves his hand up from hades' thigh to graze his other hip, pushing his head forward to take hades to the hilt.]

[rottings]

[ there's nothing particularly arousing for hades in the physical sensation itself. his corporeal body reacts, to be sure, but what causes the warmth in his chest is the sight of mitsunari pushing himself.

mitsunari might not be straining yet, but hades makes a soft sound of approval all the same, just as mitsunari takes him in all the way. he holds his hips steady despite the overwhelmingly pleasurable feeling of tight warmth around his cock. only his hand tightens in mitsunari's hair to an almost painful point, holding his head down as he feels himself getting closer. ]

[outforblood]

[that reaction is as good as any word of praise. at the slight pain, mitsunari shivers faintly, his own grip on hades' hips getting a little harder but not to the point of digging in.

he can't tell if hades is getting closer, so he doesn't relent. he uses his tongue to as best advantage as he can. his eyes have drifted shut, entirely dedicated to what he's doing, and he has no intention of pulling away when hades does come.]

[rottings]

[ that dedication is something else, really. hades smiles faintly down at him, lips parting slightly when he actually has to catch his breath.

he comes without making much sound beyond a huff of an exhale, spilling into mitsunari's mouth. he loosens his grip in his hair a moment later, though he doesn't start pulling away, just smooths down mitsunari's slightly rumpled hair with petting motions. ]