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Chapter Forty-Two
“Did you need something, Hades?” Helios asked as he followed them into the hall.
He swallowed hard, rubbing his palms against his pants, the light vibrating in his ass and around his balls making him lightheaded. He caught Helios by the wrist, breath coming in needy gasps. “You.”
“Me?” Helios paused to look back at him. Their infuriatingly innocent gaze studied his face, slowly noting the poorly hidden signs of his arousal. Yet, given the state he was in, this clearly wasn’t to be their pending punishment. They offered Hades a sweet smile. “You know my break isn’t very long.”
Hades promptly pulled them into the nearest closest and crushed his lips theirs, his hands swiftly working to remove their trousers. He moaned against their mouth, urging them to explore him. The moment he pulled their cock free of their slacks, he dropped to his knees to worship them, his entire body throbbing with need.
Helios hooked one thigh over his shoulder, their heel pressing into his back and nudging him with encouragement. Sparks flew up their spine when his mouth engulfed their soft cock, his golden eyes fixed upward to watch their every reaction. He watched them massage their own chest in one hand, their head rolling back on their shoulders when his tongue circled under their foreskin, then firmly up their tip.
“Ha…Hades, what has gotten into—?” A rich moan left their lips and was promptly muffled by ley lines wrapping over their mouth.
Hades released them from his mouth, kissing their shaft. “Quiet. You do not want us to get caught, do you?” Helios’s cock twitched, bringing a devious smile to Hades’s lips. “…oh? I could arrange for a significantly more public display. Perhaps using the bar as our stage?”
Helios growled around the magick sealing their mouth, one hand shifting to grab Hades’s hair, their heel digging into his back.
“That’s right, my love,” Hades whispered, kissing their tip. “Use me.”
Helios whined, pushing Hades’s hot mouth onto their aching cock. His moans reverberated through their length, stoking their excitement further with each sound of lust. They shoved him deeper onto their shaft, then hesitated, thinking they might come—until pesky magicks seared down their skin and they glared down at Hades in indignation.
“We have time. You needn’t rush,” Hades gasped when they let him pull back for air. He stroked them in one hand, shifting his legs further as he felt the toy in his ass begin to rumble with greater intensity. Somewhere, Hythlodaeus knew what he was up to, and intended to provide his own form of contribution. Hades made a show of slowly lavishing Helios’s balls with attention, before shifting upward again and opening his mouth in invitation.
His pleading eyes said it all—fuck my throat.
Helios was more than eager to oblige. They pushed into his waiting mouth, desire rushing through them as they started to thrust. Groaning, they rested a portion of their upper back against the wall, leveraging themself to thrust deeper into his throat. When Hades took them to the base, he clung to them, holding them there until they began trembling. Then, he pulled back fully to catch his breath.
Hades took their tip into his mouth, suckling and kissing it as he kneaded the front of his own trousers. When Helios grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back, a groan rumbled his throat, his pleading gaze blurry as he peered up Helios’s body. He lapped at their flesh, attempting to earn what he desired. “Use me, Helios, please, let me make you feel—mmf!”
Hades moaned around their shaft, his eyes rolling shut as Helios thrust into his throat, desperate for release. Heat spread through him, his mind drifting away as he devoted himself to the task of pleasing his partner. Violet-touched darkness drifted around him, sliding under Helios’s clothes to caress their skin, forming myriad vines to decorate their body.
Helios's breaths came in short pants as they struggled to remain upright, the soft tightness of Hades’s throat threatening to make them lose their strength. Then, something changed. A subtle shift at first, the shape of his tongue seemingly altering as it snaked under their foreskin and down their shaft. A high whine escaped them, their body going limp the moment that countless thin tentacles enveloped their cock, some sliding down their foreskin, others stroking them through it. Hades’s vines kept them upright, his lips locked around the base of their shaft. Unintelligible sounds flowed endlessly from Helios’s bound mouth, their cock twitching madly as they cried for release.
Hades’s tentacles massaged their length with far more strength than a normal tongue, one rolling over their tip, before gently easing in. Helios tensed, climax rocking their body, their full release denied by Hades’s magicks. His tentacles wrapped tighter still around their cock as he sucked them with greater intensity. When he felt them sink into a weightless haze of pleasure, he withdrew the magicks blocking them from their release.
Helios's body jerked, nearly doubling over from the force of the climax that claimed them. Their fingers tightened in Hades’s hair, their release spilling over his tentacles and down his throat.
Hades's tentacles withdrew as he released their cock from his throat. He looked up at them, a smirk on his face as one last tentacle flicked over his lips, akin to the lick of a tongue, before retracting into his mouth. His fingers stroked under their blouse, petting their skin as the panted for breath. He peppered their thighs with kisses, listening to the soft sighs as they tried to recover.
“You are not the only one with ‘quirks,’” Hades murmured, before running his normal tongue over their thigh, lapping up the stray droplets of their release that had escaped him. Their fingers shakily stroked his hair, their whimpers tempting him to ravish them further.
“Please…please…” Helios managed to beg, their soft, breathless voice sending desire surging through Hades anew. “I-I have to get back to work. Hades—!”
“You’ll go back when I say it is time for you to do so,” Hades growled, collecting Helios in his arms and pulling them onto his lap on the floor.
“Don’t get…mmm…g-greedy… Ah!” Helios buried their face in his shoulder, fingers digging tight into him.
Hades spread their ass cheeks further apart, kneading their flesh in his hands. Helios panted against his shoulder, their focus waning as Hades slid fingers down to stroke their slit. They whimpered when his fingers slid into them, slowly fucking their needy slit. Their lips parted against Hades’s throat, lavishing him with their lips and tongue as they fell deeper into lust.
Hades hooked his fingers into them sharply. “That’s right. Before anything else, you are mine. Is that understood?”
“Y-yes, yours. I’m— O-oh fuck!” Helios’s thighs twitched around Hades’s waist as they came again, their release splattering onto Hades’s attire.
Hades chuckled, withdrawing his fingers and making a show of licking them clean as Helios panted against his shoulder, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. Hades stroked his fingers over them both, brushing away all traces of their release, cleaning up both Helios and himself.
When Helios made no attempt to vacate his lap, he reached up and hooked two fingers under their delicate collar. He gently pulled them up, discovering their lips parted and their eyes bordering vacant. He chuckled, making them shiver.
“Helios. You must return to work, remember? If you hurry, you can have your lunch before you go back.” Hades maintained his grip on their collar, shifting his other hand to rest on their hip. “If you want to continue after your shift…”
“I’ll give you a key to my apartment,” Helios stated abruptly. “One for you, one for Hythlodaeus. If you want to…to…mmm…”
Helios sunk into Hades’s kiss, their mouth open in invitation, but Hades knew better. They would never recover if he kept teasing them. He nuzzled them, resting his forehead against theirs.
“We need to get up, dear, and hope there were no witnesses.” Hades kissed their forehead, then levitated them off his lap. “Be good for me. I’ll consider lessening your punishment if you’re well-behaved.”
Helios peered up at him when he got to his feet, their eyes wide and inquisitive. “What qualifies as good behavior? There’s nowhere to hunt in Amaurot, so I can’t catch dinner for you here. So, what—?”
“Dearheart,” Hades chuckled, pulling them into his embrace, “we can have an extended discussion on the matter when you are not working. For now, suffice it to say that ‘being good’ means showing Hythlodaeus and myself affection—and you will earn rewards if you use such interactions to chase away attention from others.”
“You want attention, and for me to flaunt?”
“Within reason of course. Your job comes first.” Hades smoothed his hands down to their hips, a confident smile on his face. “You mentioned something about a key?”
“Right, right… Here.” Helios conjured a crystalline key to their apartment and pressed it into Hades’s palm. “I’ll give Hythlodaeus his personally. That would be preferred…right?”
“Yes, you are correct.” Hades kissed their forehead again, then gazed out to the hall. “No one will see us if we leave now.”
Hades opened the door, letting Helios go first. Once they were both out in the hall, he looped an arm around them, one hand squeezing their ass. He sighed softly as they leaned in, kissing him of their own volition.
“Go enjoy your lunch,” Hades murmured, giving them a gentle nudge. When, instead, Helios pulled him in to a deeper kiss, a soft sound of contentment rumbled his throat. Helios nipped his lower lip gently before finally, pulling back, a sweet smile on their face.
“You’re so very tempting, you know that?” Helios traced the fingers down the gap in his shirt.
Hades scoffed. “You and I both know the one with that title is Hythlodaeus.”
“Mn, no, both of you.” Helios slid their arms around Hades’s waist, peering up at him. They flashed a soft smile and gave him a gentle squeeze. “If you two get bored of all the noise, you can wait for me in my apartment.”
“Go on.” Hades nudged them away. “Have your lunch.”
Helios rose up on their toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, then turned away to head off to the staff area for the remainder of their break. Once they were gone, Hades released a shuddering breath and slumped back against the wall. He needed release. Internally, he cursed Hythlodaeus’s magicks. Attempting to remove them by force would only earn Hythlodaeus’s ire—and that was not an ideal outcome for the evening. In which case…what was there left to do?
Would Hythlodaeus finally reward him for having serviced Helios so well? Or, would he have to work harder to earn what he needed from his lovers?