i put socks on my feet

[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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[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?