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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]

[ hades stays utterly still as mitsunari makes a move, not shutting his eyes, just watching as mitsunari leans in and kisses him. he still doesn't move when mitsunari places tentative hands on his body, but his mouth curves into a slight smile.

he moves in response, finally, placing his cut hand on the wrist of the hand mitsunari has on his hip, curling his fingers around it and holding it in place. ]

[outforblood]

[he relaxes when hades moves and the hand curls around his wrist, though there's still a fair amount of tension in mitsunari as he fights the weight on his shoulders and the building heat in his own blood.

his grip gets firmer. he doesn't move away from the wall at all, doesn't push, but he leans in closer, his actions a little more urgent. so long as hades permits, he continues - the hand on hades' chest curling in the robe, reaching for the neckline to pull along the edge and find where it parts (if it does). he doesn't deepen the kiss, but as his desires burn hotter, it does lose any tentative nature.]

[rottings]

[ like the rest of hades' possessions, his clothes are made of valuable fabrics, heavy with embroidery and dye (god of all things under the earth, of course, includes the precious things as well as the dead). they open in the front, tied in place by a few cords.

hades hums softly against his mouth and presses forward. with the wall at his back, mitsunari has nowhere to back away to. hades slides a leg between his thighs gently. ]

[outforblood]

[mitsunari's shoulders tense a bit when hades moves, but his hand doesn't hesitate as it shifts to find the ties and undo them. one at a time, a little awkwardly, but above all carefully, to ensure he doesn't do any kind of damage.

he can't back away any further but his own actions distract him from the kiss a bit, loosen the grip on hades' hip. once enough is pulled away to bare skin he breaks it completely to lean his head down and kisses the skin on a bared shoulder, though there's more teeth and tongue to it than the first.]

[rottings]

[ hades' clothing falls open when the ties are undone, revealing skin that is both pale and cool to the touch. the texture, at least, isn't similar to that of a corpse.

his gaze follows mitsunari. it's an inelegant kiss, to be sure, but it's a gesture he... recognizes, if not appreciates. ]

So. [ he shrugs a shoulder, just enough to make the robe slide off and pool around his elbows. ] Is it what you wanted?

[outforblood]

[the question catches him off-guard. mitsunari glances up, expression confused. there's a lot hades could mean by that. his hands, however, don't move away; one stays right where it is on hades' hip, the other carefully following the line of the robe down to hades' elbow so it stays.]

Is ... this? [a pause. or does he mean - ] Or the work you have set me to?

[rottings]

Hmph. [ hades doesn't move to shake off mitsunari's touch. in fact, he presses his hand harder to his hip, encouraging him to grip more tightly. ] It isn't neither.

[outforblood]

[the answer is about as vague as could be expected, but that doesn't seem to throw mitsunari off any more than the question did. his mouth tightens for a moment; then he lowers his head again and speaks lowly before returning his attention to hades' neck and shoulder.]

Then yes. To ... both.

[his grip tightens when hades' does, fingers curling into his hip, thumb sliding lower. his other hand pushes aside the robes further, until all the ties have fallen free, and lets that hand run tentatively down the bared skin.]

[rottings]

[ his robes open at the front, the last tie at his waist exposes another layer of light fabric wound around his hips. hades looks at mitsunari without blinking, his breathing soft and even. (a little too even, actually, as if he's counting.)

finally he makes a move to help mitsunari along. he undoes the tie of the lower part of his tunic, letting it fall from his narrow hips to the ground. fortunately, there's not much blood there. the shadows, though, start climbing up, formless and weightless on mitsunari's legs. ]

[outforblood]

[mitsunari hesitates at the shadows again when he sees them out of the corner of his eye. they aren't right, but he doesn't ask what they are. hades is unconcerned, so he should be, too.

so again he tries to ignore them, and lets his hand move further down to carefully grip hades, his touch warmer than might be expected. he listens for any hitch of breath, any indication he can remember that draws pleasure from hades. his other hand finally moves away from the shifted robe to rest on hades' shoulder.

he grazes his teeth along the skin, moves to another spot, his uncertainty allayed by the fact that he has not been told to stop.]

[rottings]

[ hades' breathing stays perfectly even, his eyes still fixed on mitsunari. he doesn't look any more pleased than he usually does. ]

Yes. [ he is trying encouragement for once. ] Go on.

[ hades finally moves a hand to touch the side of mitsunari's face, running a thumb over his bottom lip. ] This is... yours. And mine.

[outforblood]

[verbal encouragement is as good as any physical indication to mitsunari; there's a moment where his breath catches before he continues, his hand gripping more firmly and starting to work hades with care.

he only breaks away from hades' shoulder when the hand grazes his face. hades will probably feel a faint shiver in him, but he doesn't respond - out loud, anyway. his expression is accepting, completely. he doesn't disbelieve hades for an instant.

the hand on hades' shoulder tightens just slightly, not hard enough to hurt (would he even notice, mitsunari wonders?) but on its way there. he almost asks for what to do next but cuts it off, instead choosing to press his lips to the heel of hades' hand, as close as it is.]

[rottings]

[ it's a nice motion, an old gesture of devotion. hades allows it. ]

Well?

[ he leans forward and kisses mitsunari first, keeping the pressure light. he's getting harder, despite the lack of heat from his skin, and he starts pushing into mitsunari's hand with slow rolls of his hips. ]

[outforblood]

[if he was supposed to answer, hades cuts it off. mitsunari returns the kiss with a little more fervor than hades instigated with. his hand shifts its way up to the back of hades' neck, resting just barely in his hair where it meets the skin.

his other hand keeps moving, mostly steady, with a bit of shakiness as the heat blooms in his own body. his fingers curl slightly on one upward stroke, thumb moving to tighten around the base of hades' cock for a moment before releasing and stroking back down.

if he's given a moment to breathe, he still doesn't answer. he isn't sure if there's one to give, or at least one to give out loud.]

[rottings]

[ hades moves back to break the kiss this time, but he doesn't push mitsunari to speak again. he can feel that his body heading toward climax, and soon, but he doesn't rush it. he just smooths a thumb along the line of his jaw, pushing mitsunari to look him in the eye. with his other hand he starts undressing him. occasionally his fingers brush over the front of his crotch, teasing at his cock. ]

[outforblood]

[mitsunari shudders at every occasional touch, his body shifting to try and accommodate hades' wishes better - to allow clothes to slip to the floor rather than catch on his bony frame, which they might otherwise.

his hand tightens its grip at those touches, but doesn't stop. he can tell hades is probably near and keeps working him to completion. when his head is tilted back he meets hades' own gaze: a little off-kilter, a little distracted, but otherwise unflinching and steady as it can be.

he doesn't look away, though his eyes do shut briefly at one particular grazing touch, letting out a hiss of a breath.]

[rottings]

[ hades helps mitsunari out with his clothes-shedding, occasionally giving him a light kiss. he comes without a sound a few minutes later into his hand, only letting out a light sigh.

then he focuses in earnest on making mitsunari do the same. he's careful but not all that gentle with his touch, and after a minute or two, he slides two fingers into his mouth, slicking them up. he returns them to mitsunari's body, pressing them back behind his balls, toward his entrance. ]

[outforblood]

[it surprises him, how quiet hades is, but there's no mistaking what he feels, and mitsunari can't help but shiver at the same time.

hades' actions cause him to take in a sharp breath, which leads to another, that turns into a soft, almost desperate sound. his hand moves to hades' hip, the other still digging in now almost painfully at the shoulder, and when he feels hades' hand move past and behind him his fingers dig in even harder and his breath catches enough to choke him.]

Yes - please --

[it's as much as he can manage without crying out.]

[rottings]

[ hades is careful to not move his fingers too quickly, waiting for mitsunari to relax just enough before pushing them in deeper, past the first knuckle. ]

Really?

[outforblood]

[he tries to relax, but it's slow in coming, and his grip on hades never lessens. mitsunari takes in a shaky breath and leans his head back against the wall, trying not to move, though his hips press forward anyway without his really realizing it.]

Yes - I wouldn't say so if I didn't --

[he cuts himself off with a groan.]

[rottings]

Mm. [ hades smiles at him and gives him another kiss, gentle, on the side of his jaw. he crooks his fingers. ] You feel this. That's... hmph. What is it?