Angling for my job, is it? Then you should know, sometimes the star needs-
[ Dizzying, watching Hades commit to the work of worship so thoroughly. No matter how he wishes to see every ilm covered, the feel of teeth sinking lightly into flesh steals his breath. Interrupted, Viktor slumps into Hades with a soft, wanting whine, composure nothing but loose loops and tangles as Hades continues his journey, finding places Viktor had not expected to hold lighting.
It takes him a few seconds to find even the desire to say more. But he does, eventually, voice hoarse and barely louder than a campfire whisper, though his grin is wide and wild. The words themselves come unthinking, fervent. ]
S-sometimes, the star you so love needs you in one p-place when you would rather be in another.
[ Passingly, he thinks of what a truly remarkable Azem Hades might've made. And in the next moment, that thought is gone, dandelion fluff blown away by the feeling of a new bruise blooming - a new monogram signature, set to skin by teeth and tongue, proof of whose he is. Between panting breaths, he braces himself against Emet-Selch's shoulder, trying with mixed success to refind his composure, and settling instead on lunging in for a proper, hungry kiss. ]
Mayhap- [ A boyish snicker escapes him as he breaks away, just ilms, already laughing at his own terrible joke. ] -you are needed in the Underworld, next.
[ Viktor rights himself, intending to move, but stops again. Makes a nonsense sound of approval as fingers dig into his thigh, deliciously sharp, delightfully painful.
Always, always Hades fights these most human moments. And he needn't. Viktor will not pretend that that, too, is not delicious in its own way, watching the imperturbable Emet-Selch struggle against an almost animal want. But, stars, to unleash it - to revel in every wild moment as he unravels... ]
Fuck. Hades- Hades... [ Whispered, wanting, grasping for purchase on anything approaching sense. He cannot get away from himself, not yet. Viktor knocks two fingers beneath Emet-Selch's chin, tips his head up to gaze into his eyes. ] Much as it delights me to see your effort, you needn't s-struggle so. N-not with me.
[ His hand slips down again, this time just to Emet-Selch's sternum. He doesn't quite urge him back, not yet - not after so many moons of flinching against touch, of gloves and countless layers - though it quickly becomes clear that their imaginations had been aligned. He hesitates, unsure of how best to ask, and then deciding it does not matter, so long as the question is leveled syrupy slow. ]
no subject
[ Dizzying, watching Hades commit to the work of worship so thoroughly. No matter how he wishes to see every ilm covered, the feel of teeth sinking lightly into flesh steals his breath. Interrupted, Viktor slumps into Hades with a soft, wanting whine, composure nothing but loose loops and tangles as Hades continues his journey, finding places Viktor had not expected to hold lighting.
It takes him a few seconds to find even the desire to say more. But he does, eventually, voice hoarse and barely louder than a campfire whisper, though his grin is wide and wild. The words themselves come unthinking, fervent. ]
S-sometimes, the star you so love needs you in one p-place when you would rather be in another.
[ Passingly, he thinks of what a truly remarkable Azem Hades might've made. And in the next moment, that thought is gone, dandelion fluff blown away by the feeling of a new bruise blooming - a new monogram signature, set to skin by teeth and tongue, proof of whose he is. Between panting breaths, he braces himself against Emet-Selch's shoulder, trying with mixed success to refind his composure, and settling instead on lunging in for a proper, hungry kiss. ]
Mayhap- [ A boyish snicker escapes him as he breaks away, just ilms, already laughing at his own terrible joke. ] -you are needed in the Underworld, next.
[ Viktor rights himself, intending to move, but stops again. Makes a nonsense sound of approval as fingers dig into his thigh, deliciously sharp, delightfully painful.
Always, always Hades fights these most human moments. And he needn't. Viktor will not pretend that that, too, is not delicious in its own way, watching the imperturbable Emet-Selch struggle against an almost animal want. But, stars, to unleash it - to revel in every wild moment as he unravels... ]
Fuck. Hades- Hades... [ Whispered, wanting, grasping for purchase on anything approaching sense. He cannot get away from himself, not yet. Viktor knocks two fingers beneath Emet-Selch's chin, tips his head up to gaze into his eyes. ] Much as it delights me to see your effort, you needn't s-struggle so. N-not with me.
[ His hand slips down again, this time just to Emet-Selch's sternum. He doesn't quite urge him back, not yet - not after so many moons of flinching against touch, of gloves and countless layers - though it quickly becomes clear that their imaginations had been aligned. He hesitates, unsure of how best to ask, and then deciding it does not matter, so long as the question is leveled syrupy slow. ]
Would me atop you be a suitable position?