Re: Long Time No See [M]

[Eremus]

His lips parted willingly under the brush of the God's tongue, giving in for just a moment. He could finish it later, he thought hazily as his tongue started to move tentatively against Hades'. It was nothing urgent.

His hips rolled upwards, a small gasp muffled into Hades' lips as his nipple was pinched, feeling the sharp sting of claws.

A soft moan slipped from his lips, hips eagerly rocking against the God's in return.

[Hades the God]

The little moans and the roll of the boys hips spurred him on, pinching the nipple harder and grinding his hips down firmer.

The more delicate side of the kiss slowly decade and he became more ruthless. Biting. Snarling. His.

Grabbing the boys thighs he pulled the up around his waist, his stiffening erection rubbing against Eremus' under his clothing, his own being pushed up.

Bored of the lips - and he was certain that was blood he could taste - he turned to the neck. Mouth claiming the flesh with whatever means necessary. Sometimes spending time over a certain patch that he was certain it would bruise. Other time just a fleeting touch with his lip, teeth or tongue.

[Eremus]

He gasped, chest arching up into the rough pinching as he pressed up against him.

Why was he doing this? It felt good, but overall sex was unproductive. It distracted him from work and it created more mess than was necessary.

It was completely and utterly pointle-

Oh Gods.

A small cry escaped him as pointed fangs sank into his neck and they rubbed up against each other, the friction more intense from the sensation of skin on skin.

His head rolled back against the tiling, exposing his neck to the God.

[Hades the God]

The corners of his lips curled and he chuckled, teeth clamping around Eremus' Adams apple, exposed to him.

But he was careful not to rip the throat out and have him work under him so soon. He did not want to kill him. Yet.

Humans were so delicate. Like glass. Ranging in complexity and beauty. But if you don't handle them with care, they can smash and shatter into a million pieces. And that was not limited to the physical world.

The iron taste in his mouth became a little more prominent. He eased the biting, licking the wound.

[Eremus]

A small gasp left his lips as Hades' fangs broke the surface of his skin, squirming in pain.

His breathing sped up in his chest, thoughts becoming hazy as his hips continued to roll and grind up against the God, legs wound tightly around the man's waist.

It hurt, but somehow he just didn't... care...

It felt too good to care.

He knew Hades could kill him right now. Eremus wasn't stupid. Anything but.

It was his intelligence that made him realise that Hades would take him in the end anyway. He had no say in the matter. So he may as well leave it to the God to decide.

[Hades the God]

Grabbing both of the boys wrists, letting go of the thighs with a scrape of his talons, he pinned them above his head. Momentarily, he stopped grinding, nose to nose with the boy. Lips just barely and inch away from his, so he can feel the hot, panting, breath.

"Do you like this? Knowing I can kill you any second. Does a that make a little thrill go down your spine?"

He leaned down, cheek against cheek. "Hmm?" He made an effort to puff a cool breath on the boys ear to make him squirm, and to roll his hips against the boys.

He did not care if it did or not. But if it hit a button for the boy to make him write and gasp against him, then he would sure use it. And if it didn't? He will continue anyway. A little pain for the boy won't hurt him. Besides, it was fun.

[Eremus]

Eremus stared up at Hades as his wrists were pinned, not quite expecting the sudden movement, but neither being particularly phased by it.

That thought... wasn't a turn on... but it didn't frighten him particularly either. He had come to accept it. It was something he had known about since he was a child. After a while, acceptance came naturally.

Of course his heart was racing in his chest, but that was all natural reactions. Mentally, he was prepared.

He sucked in a soft breath as air brushed over his ear, head lolling back unintentionally.

[Hades the God]

Not a turn on.

Pulling back he bit hard on the exposed neck, sucking it, refusing to let go. Leave a mark for all to see.

He grind his hips hard against the other male, pleasure swelling through his lower body.

The god removed his teeth, licking along he ridges he left, tasting blood on the tip of his tongue.

Playing with his toys like this was always fun.

[Adaeze Metaxas]

He let out a noise somewhere between a growl and a moan as teeth tore through the skin of his neck, hips pushing upwards insistently. While he enjoyed a little pain, the prospect of actually dying had been a little bit of a turn-off.

Generally, he liked his body in tact. Maybe with a few bruises and cuts, but on the whole, fully-functioning.

A gasp slipped from his lips as hips ground down hard against his, his own bucking upwards, caught off-guard. A small cry escaped him at the dual sensations of the friction between their bodies and the pain of jaws clamped firmly around his throat.

"...Gods..." he murmured under his breath, legs tightening around the man's waist.

[Hades the God]

Again, Gods?

Releasing his grip on the boys wrists, he grasped a fist full of hair and pulled the boy up so they were both sitting up right, him using his height as an advantage. He pulled the boys head at an awkward angle, so he was forced to look into his eyes.

"Not 'Gods'."

His voice oozed with a dangerous calmness, the tip of the talon tracing the bite marks on the boys throat.

"God. Or Hades."

His fist tightened.

"Say that instead."

[Adaeze Metaxas]

He groaned in pain, grabbing onto the God's wrists instinctively as his hair was grabbed, twisting uncomfortably from the pain. His breaths were short and quick as he gazed up at him, for the first time a little daunted by the God.

His head tilted back under the brush of the talon, tongue darting nervously along his lower lip.

"...God..." he tested out, the title strange on his tongue.

[Hades the God]

His own tongue darted over his own lips at just how delicate the human was. The tiniest flash a fear in his eyes. Only slight, barely noticeable.

The corners of his lips twitched back up, and he purred encouragingly.

"Good." He rubbed the his finger on the indent marks, which were becoming more prominent, careful not to scratch him with his talons. "Now, say it again, a little louder."

[Eremus]

He watched the tip of Hades' tongue trace over his lip, half hypnotised, half suspicious.

Another shiver rippled down his spine at the brush of a talon over the bite on his neck, hips attempting to grind against him despite the slightly awkward sitting position.

"..God..." he said, a little louder, though his face was flushed and his voice still quiet.

[Hades the God]

Leaning down, he pressed his lips against Eremus', the kiss more chaste and sweet in a way of saying 'good boy'. Even then he could not stop his teeth nipple and tug on the bottom lip until he was sure it was sure.

He pulled slowly away, eyes admiring the human's face, and how it flushed it was. His doing.

Turning his hand so it faced outwards, the traced it down slowly over the human's clothed chest until he reached the hem. He tugged on the cloth, wondering if he should rip it off or not.

Choosing not to he pushed the clothe it up to brush the boys arousal ghostly.
From tracing his fingers up it, tapping it to rubbing the slit with his index finger. All teasing, none of them satisfying.

"Again." He wanted to hear him moan his name.

[Eremus]

Eremus kissed him back eagerly, arms winding around the man's shoulders, hands fisting tightly in his hair.

A small gasp was sucked in through his teeth as fingers grazed over his arousal, hips jerking inadvertently. He let out an impatient huff at the teasing, scowling at him in irritation.

"Hurry up." His voice was snappish as he tugged a lock of long black hair harshly.

[Hades the God]

Despite how much he wanted to turn the boy over and fuck him until he screamed, he pulled his fingers away from the arousal as soon as the other male did not speak the correct words.

He wagged the finger into the other ales face.

"Not the sweet words I wanted to hear."He brushed the finger along the seam of the lips. "Say 'God'" He then added as an afterthought: "Then tell me exactly what you want me to do, since you seem so eager."

[Eremus]

He let out a frustrated whimper as Hades pulled his hand away, shifting uncomfortably.

His nose scrunched in irritation as a finger wagged in his face, wanting to snort back some sort of retaliation to the order.

But he wanted to be touched. The teasing was pissing him off.

"God..." he started begrudgingly. But then stopped. He wasn't about to beg so easily.

That was too degrading. Hades could shove that up his ass, for all he cared.

[Hades the God]

The god let out a small tut, his repeating the stroke along the boys lips.

He will defiantly be frustrating, yet and interesting little dog, once he is dead. The stubborn ones were defiantly the most fun. The more wispy, wimpy ones tend to be boring.

The tip of his nail pierced the pink flesh.

"I'm waiting."

[Eremus]

Eremus drew a small gasp as the talon pierced through his lip, tasting a lingering flavour of blood.

He had to steel himself, clenching his teeth slightly as he growled, "No."

It wasn't just that he didn't want to beg... He didn't know what he wanted, except to be touched, fucked, anything. He didn't know how to express it in words.

But it was better to be defiant than helpless.

[Hades the God]

No?

He did not lash out in frustration (although, he did not remove his talon, the faint scent of blood become a little stronger), but rather he leaned forward lips not quite pressed against the humans neck. Each breath caressed the skin, pausing and waiting to see if the human would squirm in anticipation.

"Why not? This is the chance to have more personal dreams be fulfilled?"

He glanced sideways to look at the boys face, head cocking a little so he did not strain his neck, dark strands of hair brushing Eremus' neck.

[Eremus]

He let out a soft whimper, squirming from the pain of the talon cutting into his skin, and the sensation of lips against his neck.

"A leader never begs." he forced out, plastering a haughty expression onto his face, despite feeling cornered and needy as he was.

But his legs tightened a little around the God's hips, his body betraying his words despite himself.

[Hades the God]

The gods lips curled at the boys words and the thighs tightening around his waist. True the boys words are, to some extent that is.

He pulled his hips away so the human was unable to get the satisfaction he needed.

"Leaders need a little help sometime, to get what they need."

He removed the nail from the boys lips, admiring how a drop spilled into the corner of his mouth. With his free hand, he grabbed one of the boys wrists, dragging them both down so they were pinned either side of the boys head.

The god loomed over him, his lips still curled waiting for the boys response. He had enough patience to stay like this and wait until the boy begged to be fucked.

[Eremus]

Eremus gave a frustrated huff as Hades pulled away, legs squeezing together a little in the search for some kind of relief.

He was aroused. Annoyingly and helplessly so. And it bugged him beyond belief.

It was so much easier to go on working and trying to forget about the inconvenient thing between his legs that had no real use except for certain necessary functions and procreation.

A small yelp of surprise slipped from his lips as he was pinned to the ground again, squirming uncomfortably beneath the man.

"Get off." It was intended to be an order, but instead came out a needy whine. Much to his annoyance.

[Hades the God]

The taller males let out a soft chuckle. He had expected that, but not as needy sounding.

But, as he had suggested, he complied with the 'order', letting go of the males wrists, only to place them either side of of the males head.

He did as he was told, to get off. But that did not mean he would move out of the boys personal bubble.

"Anything else?" His lips were stretched a little wider in amusement. He leaned down a little, but still teasingly keeping that gap between them.

[Eremus]

"You know what else."

Eremus scowled up at him, his face like thunder.

He didn't want to beg. He really didn't want to have to beg. But Hades was pinning his wrists, so it wasn't as though he could do anything about his current state by himself.

And Hades didn't look like he was about to let him go any time soon.

Struggling to lean up, he pushed his lips to the God's, tongue tentatively tracing the seam of the man's lips as he tried to encourage him to do something.

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