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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[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?