isleofavalon | Late June Catch-All

He bends down at Felih's urging, kissing the other man softly. Here in the dark, with only the gentle glow of the bluebells by the wall, it's almost like they're back in their shared apartment in Duplicity again.

His arm slips around Felih's waist and draws them close. "Hythlodaeus won't be back for a few hours," he murmurs against their lips. "Mayhap I could help you expend some of that energy."

Felih purrs softly into the kiss, shutting his eyes and relaxing, his long tail coming around to loosely curl around Hades' legs as he embraces him.

"Mm, is that so...?" he murmurs when told of Hythlodaeus' absence. "Then, I'd be happy to take you up on that offer, my dearest... as if I would ever turn down the chance." His fingers comb through Hades' hair, as he keeps purring against his lover's lips.

"Mm..." He continues to kiss his mate softly, moulding his lips to theirs as he speaks in a low, sultry voice. "Though these flowers are beautiful, 'tis you who holds my attention, Felih."

Parting from the kiss, he brushes his fingers over Felih's hair and gazes steadily upon the other man's face in the dim light. "Well? Are you not going to invite me to bed?" he asks coyly.

"Such a sweet talker. Have you always had this silver tongue, I wonder?" Felih feels his cheeks go warm at Hades' flirting, nipping playfully at his lower lip before shivering at the gentle touch through his hair. He's so easy to get melting like this, with suave kisses and sultry words, and his tail quivers behind him as he purrs and steals another quick kiss.

"And here I thought you were the one inviting," he teases, before tugging at his hands, walking them backwards to the bed nearby, before playfully bowling his mate over onto the sheets, crawling atop him, sitting atop his hips.

He lands in the bed with a soft gasp, Felih's warm weight settling atop him. Stroking up his lover's flank, he lets his hands rest somewhere idly around Felih's waist.

"I learnt how to woo others by watching romances play out upon the stage," he says quietly. "Women seemed to like it. I had no reason to seduce other men...until recently."

Felih purrs, shivering a little at the gentle strokes along his flank and leaning down to give his mate another long, deep kiss.

"Oh? Not even for fun?" he chirped, curiously nosing along Hades' neck before trailing kisses over the skin, gently sucking and nipping light marks onto it as he slowly, lazily grinds his hips down over his mate's.

"You never did tell me too much about any previous lovers of yours..."

He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out, glad for the darkness which obscures the finer details of his expression.

"Who wants to hear those sad, disappointing stories? Not I. Nothing about them is worth sharing."

And he doesn't want to think of the pain they bring him. Not here, whilst he's trying to prove to Felih that he still cares; that he isn't doing this because he's lonely (even though he is so very, very lonely).

Felih purrs softly, and keeps grinding down at his hips. "That disappointing...? Mm, I hope I do better, then," he laughs, leaning down to kiss him again, deep and languid and simmering with heat, already feeling his body reacting to the friction he's teasing himself with.

"After all, we both know how easily you become bored," he chirps next, before starting to tug at Hades' clothing and his own, all too happy to strip of the fabric keeping their skin apart.

"Indeed..." He shifts as much as he's able to help Felih remove his shirt. The gentle grind arouses the beginnings of lust in him, a budding warmth that he clings to and tries to fan by recalling the many, many times he has had Felih in recent months. Stars above, he misses their tight warmth. A pity that spice from Duplicity hadn't followed them here.

He rolls his hips in tandem, letting out a breathy hum, before reaching up to help Felih discard their own clothing. "I always wondered: why do you seem to take far greater pleasure in receiving another man? Surely, being as virile as you are, you would wish to breed rather than be bred...?"

Felih laughs softly, purring as his tail wiggles behind him. He's happy to shed his own clothing, and eagerly tugs away at Hades', before he responds.

"Habit, I suppose. It's because I'm so virile, darling, that I can't often indulge with women..." he chirps. "Can't risk leaving stray kits wherever I go. Though, these strange worlds we go to seem to make that a nonissue, so I've been able to have a bit more fun..." he hums, before leaning down to kiss him again, deeper than before. When they part, he shifts to divest himself of smallclothes, aching cock already dripping with pre, and he slowly grinds down along his mate's abdomen before tugging down Emet's own underwear.

"As for why I prefer receiving with men... well," he murmurs, "It's easier to not have to think that way. Constantly having the fate of the world and countless lives on your shoulders is... exhausting. And it's so very easy not to think when someone's fucking you senseless, hm? That sweet spot inside is very good at making one's mind go blank."

Swallowing past the sudden lump in his throat, he lifts his hips to assist Felih in divesting him of the rest of his undergarments. The sudden coolness elicits a brief shiver, but the other's touch is there to warm him again.

"Yes... I think I understand." The few times he had been on the receiving end of sexual pleasure, the momentary bliss had allowed him respite from his darker thoughts. It all came crashing back down on him mere moments later of course, but if he were a man of lesser resolve...

Reaching down, he touches his fingers idly to Felih's cock and runs them over the stiff length. "Will you be riding me today then, my dear?"

Felih smiles softly, humming a little, before Hades' touch at his Miqo'te cock makes him shudder and moan, dripping pre onto his mate's abdomen.

"Aaah... nn, yes, if you'll allow me," he purrs, mischief in his eyes, leaning over to grab a bottle from his bedside table before he opens it up, pouring lube onto his fingers. "You get to rest and relax, and I get to have my fun." His tail wiggled playfully behind him, his silhouette outlined by the faint glow of the flowers around them. "We both win."

Looking wryly amused by this, he settles back more comfortably and continues to gently tease his fingertips over the swollen, seeping arousal resting on his stomach. A part of him still wishes it were Azem he were bedding. It's a desire that will never fully go away. But it is a desire he knows better than to voice by now for the sake of Felih's insecurities.

"I've missed you," he murmurs instead. The leisurely stroke of his fingers does not abate. "Let me breed you, Felih."

Felih shivers again at the tease to his cock, whining softly, dripping more slick pre onto his mate's fingers.

"Nn, I'll be right here," he purrs, breathing softly, cock still twitching with every stroke of his lover's fingers. "Want you. You hardly need to ask to breed me, my love... Missed having you in me."

His cheeks are dark, not that Hades can likely tell in the dim flower-lit room, but Felih's slicked fingers reach down between his legs as he starts to prepare himself, shuddering as his fingers push inside. His toned thighs squeeze at Hades' hips, the muscle quivering as he rocks down onto his own fingers, trying to stretch and thoroughly lube himself up for his mate's cock. His other hand, also slicked with lubricant, reaches down to wrap around Hades' shaft instead. Like this, he strokes along his length from base to tip, coating him, in time with the thrusts of his fingers into his own body.

"You always stretch and fill me so well, darling..." he moans faintly, his tail arced and helping him balance.

A soft groan filters through parted lips. Unconsciously, he begins to match the rhythm Felih establishes in his own strokes, alternating light, feathery touches with a firmer hand.

"And you know how to rouse me quickly, dear Felih," he breathes out. "How fortunate am I to be loved by the three of you..."

With his unoccupied hand, he reaches up and gently touches Felih's cheek. "You are beautiful," he says softly.

The way Hades works his cock, alternating light touch with firmer strokes, has him guessing and unprepared for every touch, never knowing what to expect. It makes his hips jerk and stutter into his lover's hand, aching for more stimulation, the sensitive shaft hot to the touch as his mate teases him.

Still, the gentle touch to his cheek is what makes him go momentarily still, allowing his eyes to slide shut as he leans and nuzzles into Hades' palm. "My dearest," he murmurs against the skin. "You bring me such joy, when you look at me like that." It made his heart do flips and flutter, an ancient love stirring in his chest with every new day together.

He uses the moment of stillness to guide his mate's tip to his entrance, before sinking down to take in just a few inches, taking his time to find the angle and position he wants. "If- ah- I can bring you even momentary bliss... 'tis worth it."

'Momentary bliss', he calls it. Hades feels a small stab of guilt even as a flush of heat races through him. He wishes he could give himself fully to them. He wishes his memories of the past didn't constantly impede the now. He wants to remember what it's like to fall in love for the first time.

Letting the tips of his fingers flutter over Felih's turgid cock, he makes himself smile. "I am at your mercy, my dear."

Felih purrs and takes a deep breath, shivering as he sinks down further, moving in a steady slide until he's taken his mate in to the very base. His cock twitches at the teasing touches from his mate's fingers. When Felih looks down and sees Hades' smile in the faint glow from the flowers, his heart flutters and he feels a wave of affection well up in his chest, making him briefly reach out to stroke along Hades' cheeks with the backs of his fingers.

"An opportunity I will relish," he purrs, before he starts to move. His hips move with the steady rhythm of one well-practiced, his thighs squeezing tight against either side of his lover's hips, the muscles of his core tensing and shifting under his skin as he pumps himself up and down along Hades' cock. He finds the angle he wants quickly, and keeps it, speeding up just as quickly, until he's bouncing at an even, moderate pace.

Each thrust down lets him drive his mate's shaft right against and over his prostate, making him sigh and moan blissfully, eyes fluttering shut as he rides, his own cock and balls bobbing and bouncing in time with his bucks. It's just what he needed, making him clench around his lover, all while his own swollen shaft drips with slick pre. "Gods, you always fill me so well..."

With very little room to manoeuvre, he's left to lie back and quite literally think of Amaurot. All those peaceful, unobtrusive nights where he had lain in bed and dreamt of inappropriate deeds done by moonlight. Mayhap not nearly so frequently as during his stint in Duplicity, but...he's not entirely lacking in desire.

A quiet moan escapes through parted lips as Felih builds into a steady rhythm. He helps secure his mate's legs, holding his breath as the heat coils and tightens with near unbearable pleasure.

"Felih... Ahh, Felih," he gasps quietly. "Ah...!" His cock swells to fill the tight passage, drawing delightful friction as Felih's muscles contract and work his length with each rut. Hades' eyes squeeze shut and he bites his lip, taking short, sharp breaths whenever he's forced to. More... More...!

Edited 2021-09-23 17:03 (UTC)

Felih shivers as he feels his mate's shaft thickening, filling him and giving him a blissful stretch, making it so that there's pressure all over his inner walls. He whimpers and moans, his own cock twitching and dripping with precum as he keeps rocking his hips, speeding up his rhythm more once Hades grips his legs and steadies hip.

He pants with the exertion as he bounces on his lover's lap, his own cock bobbing with the movements, and he tightens and squeezes around his mate in an attempt to give him more pleasure. "Gods- yes, like that- filling me up so well-!" A slight shift in angle lets him strike right at his prostate with each slam of his hips down, making him cry out and gasp with each movement. "So good to me, dearest, you're so good to me- aah- j-just let me ride you-" he whines, as if his mate would ever deny him the pleasure he's chasing.

Watching Felih's graceful body arch above him in the semi-darkness, feeling the tight grip of his cock as they drive themselves down in fervent abandon: he responds hungrily by digging his fingers into his mate's dark skin and lifting his hips in small rocking motions to drive himself deeper, harder into Felih.

Breed with him, make him mine, only mine--

The orgasm claws its way out of him, blood thundering through his ears and rippling through his body like a wave crashing to the shore. He arches with a gasp and pants into the humid air, relishing the trickle of his seed that flows back down to the point where their bodies meet.

"Felih..." he moans. "My dear..."

Feverish memories of an unrelenting heat flash by. He gazes upwards through half-lidded eyes, watching his mate come undone.

Late June Catch-All

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