[ Hades wrests sound from him with the ease of a maestro. A gasp at the sharp prickle of teeth teasing his nipple, a low hum at the addition of another bruise. Once he's spent - or thinks he is - he leans heavily into the surrounding shadow, letting it support him as he regathers his senses from where they've been scattered about the room.
Each time Viktor thinks he has had his fill, Hades finds a new way to rekindle the sparks arcing beneath his skin. It is a hunger that seems insatiable, gnawing, ever ready to leap to life now that it has been stirred. Through the pleasant fog of satisfaction comes a vibrant buzz, thrumming nerves, thrumming awareness. Hades plays at the threads of his aether, and Viktor squirms, breath catching, very nearly toppling over the crest of another hill. One he hadn't even realized was there.
But how could he have forgotten? For moons, every bit of spellwork Emet-Selch had worked had plinked across his awareness, unignorable, maddening, until it became so routine that he nearly stopped noticing it entirely. Even then, as his senses dulled to the sensation of their mingled aether being drawn upon, he hadn't forgotten the feeling - had wanted it, found a place for it in his fantasies, and asked for it, once.
And here, when he feels like a particularly useless Sharlayan report, tossed into the air, all his pages scattered, Hades reminds him.
Viktor tips his head up, meets that golden gaze and grins. ]
I am not done with you yet, Hades. [ A pause, his eagerness undercut by discomfort. ] But I need- would you spare me a rejuvenation spell? I'm- [ The Warrior of Light is a little to vain to admit that he tires, that he aches, that his body cannot decide whether it is wholly satisfied or wants more. And so, instead, he settles on a different kind of truth. ] -If I work the magic myself, my f-flowers will steal away all your little monograms. After all that work.
[ He leans forward enough to dance fingers over Emet-Selch's chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, fingers brushing over a nipple. After a moment, he angles his gaze up just enough and adds, ]
And with regards to your mouth, if you are so fond and s-so hungry, why not break your fast with me in the morning, then?
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Each time Viktor thinks he has had his fill, Hades finds a new way to rekindle the sparks arcing beneath his skin. It is a hunger that seems insatiable, gnawing, ever ready to leap to life now that it has been stirred. Through the pleasant fog of satisfaction comes a vibrant buzz, thrumming nerves, thrumming awareness. Hades plays at the threads of his aether, and Viktor squirms, breath catching, very nearly toppling over the crest of another hill. One he hadn't even realized was there.
But how could he have forgotten? For moons, every bit of spellwork Emet-Selch had worked had plinked across his awareness, unignorable, maddening, until it became so routine that he nearly stopped noticing it entirely. Even then, as his senses dulled to the sensation of their mingled aether being drawn upon, he hadn't forgotten the feeling - had wanted it, found a place for it in his fantasies, and asked for it, once.
And here, when he feels like a particularly useless Sharlayan report, tossed into the air, all his pages scattered, Hades reminds him.
Viktor tips his head up, meets that golden gaze and grins. ]
I am not done with you yet, Hades. [ A pause, his eagerness undercut by discomfort. ] But I need- would you spare me a rejuvenation spell? I'm- [ The Warrior of Light is a little to vain to admit that he tires, that he aches, that his body cannot decide whether it is wholly satisfied or wants more. And so, instead, he settles on a different kind of truth. ] -If I work the magic myself, my f-flowers will steal away all your little monograms. After all that work.
[ He leans forward enough to dance fingers over Emet-Selch's chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, fingers brushing over a nipple. After a moment, he angles his gaze up just enough and adds, ]
And with regards to your mouth, if you are so fond and s-so hungry, why not break your fast with me in the morning, then?