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Golden eyes meet teal as they regard each other across the desk before Hades shuts his eyes, one hand coming up to rub his temples, muttering, “Why have you come here in such a state?”
“I just couldn’t wait to see you, love.” Janus responds, a smirk dancing across paled lips as he rests his hands on the desk, his robes dripping on the floor. He drinks in the sight of his lover, whose brows furrow when an involuntary shiver runs up Janus’s spine.
“Your appearance is deplorable.” Hades says before glancing at the fireplace which had long since gone out, unneeded.
“Come now, did you not miss me?” Janus asks, reaching out to place a hand atop Hades’s hand, drawing his gaze.
Hades frees his hand, lighting the fireplace with a snap, replying smoothly, “I assure you, I did not miss your perversity in the slightest.”
“Well,” Janus voice deepens as he leans toward Hades, “If not for my scintillating personality, then perhaps,” Janus breathes the last words into Hades’s ear, “other things?” He watches his lover’s face as Hades’s gaze slowly travels over him, winking when Hades’s eyes return to his own.
“Shameful,” Hades says dryly, Janus snorts. Hades stands, setting aside his paperwork, and stepping around to place his hands on the back of his chair, lecturing, “First, you have the temerity to traipse about with your robes in such as state.” Hades gestures at Janus’s robes, still dripping, “Then you have the sheer audacity to proposition another member of the convocation in such blatant form.” Janus smiles at the remark and Hades crosses his arms and shakes his head, “Whatever am I to do with you?”
Janus hums for a second as if considering, then slinks towards the side of the desk closer to Hades saying,“I have-”
“There will but nothing more out of you.” Hades hisses and Janus freezes, eyes averting to the desk as Hades continues, “Your behavior has been simply obscene. There must be repercussions, some punishment.” Hades voice deepens on the word punishment, triggering a shudder up Janus’s spine despite the room’s warming air. Janus’s eyes return to Hades and Hades pauses a moment before his face twitches momentarily with humor and he continues, “Firstly, given the current state of your garb. There is simply nothing to be done. You will have to remove them immediately.”
One of Janus’s eyebrows twitches upward briefly before his shoulders relax, his lover would not suggest such things if he were truly upset. He gently sweeps a hand down his front as if to straighten a wrinkle in the fabric, “I suppose,” He catches Hades’s eyes with a rapidly forming smile, “this should come off first, then.”
“I do not care the order so long as it is immediate.” Hades voice remains deadpan, but Janus could see humor in his eyes.
“Very well.” Janus steps away from the desk, hands already tugging at his robes, slowly gathering them up at his waist as he shifts his weight back and forth. However when his shoes squelch, he pauses. Shuddering at the sensation of water between his toes, he bends over to pull at the laces of his shoes before he straightens up and toes them off, glancing over his shoulder at Hades, observing with a smirk the eyes fixated on his arse. He turns to face Hades, chuckling as his eyes dart back up to meet his, and grips the edge of his robe, slowly lifting it higher to reveal inch after inch of skin, until he finally lifts it over his head and tosses it to the ground with a flourish. With eyes half-lidded, he strokes his hand down his chest, watching as Hades’s eyes follow the movement, until he reaches the waistband of his podea and slips his thumbs under the fabric, pushing down on the edge, a curl of amusement forming in his chest as Hades’s jaw tenses.
Janus smiles at Hades and continues to push downward, traveling another inch before the sound of Hades’s voice stops him,“I shall remove those.” Janus’s hands release his waistband, flicking out to spread before him palms up, inviting Hades, who steps around the desk to rest his hands on Janus’s sides, trailing fingertips along the new scars adorning the tanned flesh. Janus’s hands reach out in return to caress over the fabric covering Hades’s shoulders, as his lover continues to explore his scars reverently. Eyes still fixed firmly on some invisible aspect of Janus’s solar plexus, Hades mutters, “You would only mistreat them as you have your robes.”
Janus suppresses a snicker and responds, “I am capable of removing my own clothes without harming them.”
Hades’s eye return to Janus’s face before he responds, “Perhaps.” His hands drift lower, teasing along the hardening ridge hidden by the skirt of the podea, a brief coil of heat triggering another shiver in Janus, then drifting around to rest gently over Janus’s rear as he continues, “But what is at issue is what you do afterward.” He tips his head toward the robes crumpled on the ground next to them as he pulls Janus closer, his hands sliding upward to rest on Janus’s lower back, holding him flush to him.
Janus slowly leans forward to whisper in Hades’s ear, “I see no problem.” Hades rolls his eyes, his hands drifting up Janus’s back. Janus leans back into Hades’s hands, relishing the press of fingers into his back, continuing, “Wrinkles can be removed.” He tilts his head with a fond smile as Hades’s hands cup his face, Hades’s eyes firmly on his lips, “Time was of the essence. I-” Hades leans forward and their lips meet. Janus’s arms slide over Hades’s shoulders, leaning into him as Hades’s thumbs slide down his face and neck to rest against his chest. Janus exhales, tracing his tongue across the fullness of Hades’s bottom lip, begging entrance and finding it granted as Hades opens his mouth in return.
As they kiss, Janus feels hands trace along his sides, gradually traveling lower and lower until they reach the edge of his waistband, tracing along the edge of it, contributing to the hazy heat growing in Janus’s spine. The fingers edge beneath his waist band, teasing the skin beneath then hooking over the edge and pulling down. Hades’s lips disappear and Janus opens his eyes, watching as Hades crouches down, placing a kiss on now exposed skin, right above a scar on his hip. Hades drags down the podea until it catches against Janus’s erection then looks back up, catching Janus’s eyes. He winks then runs his tongue up the length of the scar, beginning at it’s base right above the waistband and ending at the top of Janus’s hip. Janus stifles a groan with his hand, head tipping back, eyes closing as fabric is slowly dragged across sensitive skin until his cock springs free and Hades guides the podea to the floor. The tap of a hand against the back of his thigh draws Janus’s eyes back to Hades, who presses until Janus lifts his foot, dropping one hand to rest atop Hades head to maintain balance as he steps out of the garment.
Janus strokes his fingers through the soft strands as he returns his other foot to the ground and Hades remains crouched in front of him, clutching the podea in his hands. He glances up at Janus through half-lidded eyes, then leans forward with a smirk to blow air across Janus’s cock. Suddenly struck with an immense need for more, Janus’s back stiffens and his fingers tangle in Hades’s hair as his hand twitches toward his crotch. Hades chuckles, “No, I think not.” He loosens Janus’s fingers from his hair and leans back on his heels, smirking up at his lover, who stood eyes clenched shut, determinedly breathing slowly. When Janus had calmed sufficiently to open his eyes, Hades stands upright and snaps his fingers with a rush of aether to summon a drying rack that he drapes the podea over. He then turns around to face Janus, gesturing at the robes crumpled on the floor, “Hang those.”
Janus brushes a loose hair out of his face and glancing at the robes, a sly grin forms on his face, saying, “And if I don’t?”
Hades raises one eyebrow, drawling, “I would advise you to reconsider.”
“I think they are fine where they are.”Janus retorts.
“Hmm” Hades turns away from the rack toward Janus, speaking slowly as if considering “Such a deed would displease me greatly.” He crosses his arms, “I may even be so inclined as to punish you and not offer any reward afterward.”
Janus pauses for a moment then, having no desire to ruin his own fun, turns away, sauntering to the fallen robes and with a glance over his shoulder at Hades, bends at the waist, spreading his feet and swaying his hips as he reaches down to grab them. As he grasps them, he hears footsteps behind him and feels a hand gently trace across his arse and pull away before he is suddenly jolted forward, hands bracing on the floor to catch himself as Hades swats his arse, muttering “Brat” as he walks past to lean against the side of his desk.
Janus lets out a huff of laughter as he stands upright and goes to spread the robe over the rack before walking back over to Hades and running his hands up the fabric covering his chest, muttering “Someone is overdressed.”
“Nonsense,” Hades murmurs, one of his hands brushing up the bare skin of Janus’s back, “I am merely dressed as would be appropriate for one of my station.” His fingers gently tug at the end of Janus’s plait, “As befits a respectable member of the convocation such as myself.”
“Is that what you are?” Janus asks, smiling contentedly, hands gently playing with the fabric over Hades’s shoulders, “What does that make me?”
Hades’s hand gently grips Janus’s plait, “Have you ever considered yourself respectable in any way, my dear Azem?” He gently pulls on the plait, forcing Janus’s head to the side and back, before leaning in to kiss along his collarbone.
Eyes half-lidded, Janus hums and tries to shift his head, but when Hades grip remains solid, he slowly exhales and responds absentmindedly, “Perhaps once…” his voice becomes gradually more breathy as Hades trails kisses up his neck, “One cannot become debauched without having once been the opposite.”
Hades places a kiss beside his ear then descends back down whispering, “Besides, it adds to the fun, does it not.” His hand tightens as he places his mouth back over the base of Janus’s neck and gently sinks his teeth intothe skin.
Janus’s breath escapes with a hiss and his fingers tighten into Hades’s shoulders as he responds, “I must admit,” He pauses as Hades sucks on the flesh trapped between his teeth and a searing heat travels straight to his dick, one of his hands travels up to the back of Hades’s head, trailing through the hair at the base of his neck. Janus inhales through his teeth, eyes halfway closing, before continuing, “I am beginning to see your point.”
Hades’s tongue sweeps over the forming mark, gently running it along the imprint of his teeth, eliciting a shiver from Janus as he breathes into his neck, “Excellent.” Hades trails his mouth up Janus’s neck, chuckling softly, before meeting his lips in a kiss, his hand releasing Janus’s hair to trace down his spine. Both of Janus’s arms drape over his shoulders, fingers tangling deeper in Hades’s hair, leaning into him as Hades’s hands travel lower. They stroke down his arse before grasping underneath to pull him flush to Hades, lifting him up against him, feet dangling, suspended in Hades’s hands. His hands tighten in Hades hair and his eyes wide, startled, then Hades shifts backward onto the desk and Janus’s knees connect with its surface, chest to chest with Hades, straddling him.
Janus smiles into the kiss and his hands resume stroking along the back of Hades’s head and neck. He presses his forehead into Hades’s when they break apart for a moment, taking a breath before leaning back in, finding Hades’s lips again as Hades’s hands trace indiscernible patterns into the skin of his hips and thighs, carefully avoiding his erection to Janus’s frustration as tension continues to build with no chance of release. No chance of release at least until Janus shifts closer to Hades and his erection brushes across the fabric of Hades’s robe. His back arches as his lips break away as he gasps at the coil of heat coalescing in his abdomen, his hands clenching in Hades’ hair. Hades chuckles into Janus’s chest, grasping Janus’s hips and urging him to push harder against him as Janus begins to rock his hips in earnest. Hades’s fingers indenting into Janus’s hips as he grinds against Hades. Waves of heat building with each stroke, Janus’s perception narrows to the pressure of Hades’s hands and the friction of Hades’s robes against him, his fingers clenching into the fabric covering Hades’s shoulders, breathing faster as the pressure of the heat grows. Hades’s hands stroke his hips until finally, Janus’s breath stutters in his chest and he slumps over resting his head on Hades shoulder with a huff, eyes closed.
Hades whispers in Janus’s ear, “Filthy creature,” Janus laughs, a single short exhale, in response before Hades continues “what a mess you have made.” Janus opens his eyes and observes the white streaks across the fabric of Hades’s robes with an intake of breath. Hades’s mouth brushes against Janus’s ear, and his voice deepens, “Such a lack of care for not only your clothes but the clothing of others. I shall have to punish you for that as well.”
Janus hums in response as Hades’s words trigger a brief flare of heat, but it soon dissipates when nothing more happens and Janus sighs and, pushing himself upright to make eye contact with Hades, asks “So what then is my punishment to be?”
Hades looks at Janus, tipping his head and meeting eyes before responding, “First, I believe I should like to fold you over like the delinquent you are and tan that hide of yours a vibrant crimson.” Hades smirks as Janus inhales audibly through his nose, “Perhaps, using that implement you brought back the other month. If you are good, afterward I would very much like to finger your filthy hole until you are soft and gaping then pound you over my desk until you scream.” Hades taps his mouth as if in thought, “Hmm, Hythlodaeus is due to be back soon and these walls are so thin. He will have to investigate the noise and imagine the sight you will make by then, arse all red and covered in ejaculate.” He pauses as Janus’s head drops back onto his shoulder, voice softening to a whisper in Janus’s ear as he continues “He may even decide to join us. It has been so long since we have made you cum dry.” Janus’s cock weakly twitches with interest and Hades glances down at it, still whispering, “So much energy,” He strokes a hand up Janus’s back before continuing, “I wonder how many times before you tire out?”
Janus sits upright, his eyes widening momentarily, before he rolls his shoulders back and with a lazy smile rises up on his knees and leans forward, placing his hands on the desk on either side of Hades and stopping with his mouth only inches away to whisper, “So where do you want me?
Hades’s hands pull him back to seated and he responds sternly, “Sir.” Janus blinks at his lover, who continues, “When you are speaking to me during your punishment, you will address me as sir.”
Janus bursts out laughing but calms as Hades remains deadpan. He considers a moment, before responding with eyes half-lidded, “Fine. Where would you like me, sir?”
Hands gently press his hips back and Janus climbs off Hades, who then slides off the desk and stands with arms crossed for a moment surveying the area, before pulling the chair behind the desk a few feet away and gesturing to the space opened up, “Stand there for now.” Hades turns and quickly removes his stained robes, the muscles of his back rippling tantalizingly before Janus’s eyes as Hades’s gathers up his robes into a wad and drops them to the side of the desk and returns to stand face to face with Janus. Janus eyes the robes on the floor and opens his mouth, but Hades interrupts before he can speak, “They are soiled not wet.” He places a hand on either side of Janus and gently kisses the darkening mark on Janus’s neck, muttering, “Besides, I fully intend to keep creating a mess and it seems a shame to dirty something else when it comes time to clean.”
Janus leans back against the desk tipping his head to expose more skin, but Hades pulls back, patting Janus’s hip as he moves past, clearing paperwork from his desk into a drawer then crouching to open a compartment near its base, rummaging for a moment until with a grunt of approval he finds the handle and draws it out, holding it up between himself and Janus and twisting his wrist back and forth, “A fascinating concept.” Hades draws a finger down the edge, tracing around the circumference of the circle of smooth rigid leather making up the body of the paddle, “I really do marvel at what they come up with.” Hades sets aside the paddle, to run his fingers along Janus’s sides, fingers pausing to press into soft flesh as he breathes into Janus’s ear “Turn around and lay across the desk.”
“Certainly” Janus winks and moves to turn before Hades’s hand on his arm stops him, the other man scowling.
“Certainly what?” His fingers are white against Janus’s skin, not bruising but slightly painful, holding eye contact sternly with a scowl.
Janus exhales with a huff, rolling his eyes, “Sir.” Hades’s hands do not move. Janus averts his eyes, responding, “Yes, sir.” Hades releases him with a thin smile and Janus turns, leaning forward to press his chest against the cold surface of the desk, arms crossed to pillow his head, unable to help himself from wiggling his hips, prompting Hades to grab them with a grumble and a glare as Janus snickers.
“You will keep your hips still and you will count. Misbehavior will only add strikes.” Hades responds as he runs gentle fingers over Janus’s arse and edges Janus’s feet out wider.
Janus watches Hades over his shoulder for a moment before asking, “Same word as usual..sir?”
“That is acceptable.” Hades retrieves the paddle, asking with a mirth filled smile. “And it is?”
Janus sighs turning his head back to face forward, “Fish.” The word tastes sour and salty in his mouth. Janus shudders, “Just saying the word makes me think of the taste. Eergh.”
Hades places his hand on the base of Janus’s back right above the rise of his buttocks, tapping the paddle against them for a moment, responding, “You are welcome to change it if it bothers you so, it is your word after all.”
“No, it will suff-” Janus cuts off as Hades’s hand firms on his back, crack echoing through the air as the paddle connects and moments later a thud of pain travels up his spine. Janus’s eyes open wide and he hisses at the sudden sear, mind momentarily blank before the sound of Hades clearing his throat draws his attention back. Janus glances over at Hades who looks at him pointedly, he thinks for a moment before saying, “One.”
Hades pats his back once in response before drawing back and making contact with the other cheek, Janus braces himself for the sear, exhaling sharply through his nose when it hits before calling out evenly, “Two.” He pushes up on his elbows as Hades resets, “How far am I going to be counting? ...Sir.”
“Until we are done.” Hades presses his hand more firmly into Janus’s back before delivering two rapid strikes directly on top of each other.
Janus arches as the unexpectedly doubled pain hits, sharply exhaling with a groan, arms spreading out to brace against the wood, he gasps out, “3 and 4” before pressing the side of his face into the surface of the desk, breathing and waiting for the next hit.
A rhythm forms of alternating placements, spreading the redness across Janus’s arse, his forehead pressing into his arms, breath hissing between his teeth after each hit before he dutifully says the number as a red heat spreads up his spine with each strike. His thoughts growing hazy as his world narrows once more. Needing only to think of the count and the sear of each strike as it connects, he only thinks of that, the side of his face pressed into the surface of the desk, hands occasionally clenching when a particularly sore spot was struck, breathing through each strike.
After awhile, the strikes pause and the hand on Janus’s back travels to caress the slightly damp plait lying across Janus’s back, drawing a confused mumble, and a voice asks, “Janus?”
Janus hazily looks back at Hades, “Hmm?” He pushes himself back up on his arms, “Did... I miss a count...sir?”
“No.” Hades strokes Janus’s hair a bit more before, returning his hand to the base of Janus’s back, “This is the last one.”
“Alright...sir.” Janus mumbles before placing his head back down, resting his forehead against the space of desk between his forearmswith an exhale. Hades sets the last stroke with not insignificant force watching Janus’s back arch with a gasp before he calls out the number, his hands clenching into themselves against the desk.
With a gentle taps, Hades sets the paddle aside before runningreverent fingers over the skin of his lover’s arse, murmuring “Such a wondrous shade.” His thumbs press into the red flesh and Janus hisses, hips shifting forward away from the contact. “You have indeed been good. You deserve some reward for that.” the flesh of Hades chest brushes over Janus’s back as he leans forward, whispering into Janus’s ear as one of Hades’s hands travels from Janus’s hip to grasp at the formerly neglected erection, gently traveling back and forthacross it.
Janus groans in response, “Yes, please.” He pauses for a moment afterholding his breath, howeverHades’s hand onlygrasps him more firmlyand soonJanus’s head fixes itself to the desk, eyes blown wide, back curving upward as his chest grows tighter with lust, breathing accelerating as the pressure builds. Hades begins to twist his hand with every stroke and Janus’s eyes shut and his chest presses into the desk, precome beginning to drip on the floor, breaths coming in short gasps interspersed with moans, he clenches his fists beside his head gasping out, “Hades...please”
“Go ahead” Hades responds with a growl, speeding up his motions until Janus comes with a groan, coating Hades’s hand and the floor beneath with his spend. His knees shake slightly as he rests satiated and limp over the desk and Hades wraps his arm more firmly about Janus’s lower waist pulling him flush to him. Janus’s arse presses into Hades’s own erection prompting a faint gasp from both of them before Hades guides Janus to lie farther up on the desk. His hands grasp at the far edge of the desk aimlessly as his breathing slows. Hades steps to the side of Janus, turning away to wipe his hand on the discarded robe then leaning against the desk. One of Hades’s hands starts exploring Janus’s back, fingers following up and down an angry scar traveling across the length of Janus’s spine. After a few moments, Janus pushes himself up on his elbows, twisting to look over at Hades with a questioning hum and Hades asks, “Where was this from?”
Janus glances down where Hades’s fingers were placed and stills for a moment, remembering the unearthly screech preceding the sear of claws across his back, before sighing and placing his chin down atop his hands responding “Some sort of experimental bird... about a month ago... looks worse than it was.”
Hades is silent for a moment, his fingers continuing to trace along the scar, before he says softly, “I am not sure of that. I would say based on appearance and location this was very close to being potentially disabling.”
Janus twists his head to look at Hades saying “It really wasn’t…” However he pauses upon seeing Hades face and his shoulders drop minutely as he continues, “... it would have gotten someone else across the neck if I hadn’t stepped in.”
Hades nods and his fingers leave the scar tracing up Janus’s back to gently stroke over the plaited hair starting at the base of Janus’s neck as he mutters, “As long as you keep coming back.”
After a moment, Janus shifts in place and asks, “So...is this it for tonight?”
“Hardly, I promised you much more for good behavior.” Hades responds before he removes his hand from Janus’s back, stepping behind Janus to grasp his arse in both hands. Hades gently squeezes, drawing a pained hiss from his lover, before spreading them to expose the pucker between and running a thumb across it with an appreciative hum. There is a swirl of aether before Hades’s thumb, coated in a cold slick substance, presses against the muscle, sinking in slightly before withdrawing.
Janus flinches when the substance makes contact asking, “Does it have to be cold?”
“It will warm up soon.” Hades responds, his thumb gently pressing in once more, “Besides, I like to watch you squirm.” He pulls his hand away with another swirl of aether and despite his words, when his hand returns to press an index finger at Janus’s entrance, the substance is warmer than before. The finger gently presses in, the cool substance drawing a shudder from Janus and a chuckle from Hades as he gently presses deeper inward. When the last knuckle reaches Janus’s rim, Hades pauses, twisting his finger slightly back and forth as Janus grows accustomed to the intrusion.
After a moment, Janus glances back at Hades, “Thought you were going to finger my ‘filthy hole’, not take the temperature of it.”
Hades’s eyes narrow and he responds dryly, “I am pleased to announce that your rectal temperature appears to be normal.” His finger crooks slightly before he draws it out until only the tip of his finger remains, dragging across the inside of Janus’s arse.
“That’s more like it.” Janus gasps as Hades’s finger pushes back inward, dropping his head forward briefly when it brushes over a particular spot.
“Indeed?” Hades says as his finger draws out, “This is what you desire?” When his finger pushes back in, it presses into Janus’s prostate and remains there, prompting a prolonged hiss. Janus’s hips press back against Hades’s hand, pushing his finger further inward and prompting Hades to resume his motions with a breathy laugh. “Ah, so that is what you like.” Hades says fondly.
Janus breathes for a moment before responding, “Nonsense. I can barely tell anything is there.”
“Oh?” Hades says as he pulls his finger out before tracing a circle over Janus’s hole and shoving two fingers inside, summoning slick as he pushes inward. Janus’s back arches at the speed and the tingling sensation of the aether as it manifests into cool slick at Hades behest. Hades pauses, twisting his fingers to prod firmly at Janus’s prostate before pulling back, spreading his fingers as he draws out to the rim. “This better?” Hades asks.
“Much.” Janus groans, shifting his feet further apart as Hades’s fingers push in again. Hades huffs at Janus but continues to pump in and out. Hades’s fingers twisting against Janus’s prostate and spreading to press against muscle as he pulls out, drawing small gasps from Janus as pleasure builds in the base of his spine. When Janus adjusts to two and begins to grind down on Hades’s fingers, he adds a third finger, pressing in slowly at first before speeding up. Janus’s gasps growing more frequent as heat builds, his hands clutching at the edge of the desk, back arching in tension before he suddenly cries out and spend streaks across the floor.
Hades’s fingers pause in their motions, lingering inside as Janus clenches around them in ecstasy and resuming their motions at a slower pace only once Janus sinks to rest his head against his arms with a sigh, the sensation of the fingers drawing a tired whine from Janus and a laugh from Hades. “I am ahead of schedule.” Hades comments, “I hadn’t planned to make you scream until you were on my cock.”
“Wasn’t a scream.” Janus mutters into his arms. Hades’s fingers twist to brush across Janus’s prostate, Hades chuckling when Janus just groans in response, burying his head deeper in his arms.
Hades continues to slowly stroke in and out, “If that noise was not a scream, than what was it?”
Janus twitches as Hades’s fingers press in, before lifting his head and looking over his shoulder at his lover, responding, “An exclamation.”
“An exclamation.” Hades says flatly as his fingers press in, twisting back and forth.
“Yes.” Janus says, “Merely an exclamation.” He sharply exhales, fingers clenching into the edge of the table as Hades’s fingers brush over his prostate saying, “Must you continue. I have already came” He pauses for breath before continuing “thrice.”
“I like you like this.” Hades murmurs, his fingers pushing inward again, hand pressing into Janus’s back when he twitches from the sensation. “So muddled and lax that you just take my fingers like this.” Hades continues as his hand strokes down Janus’s back. With a groan, Janus drops his head back down onto his arms when Hades’s fingers spread inside him.
He inhales deeply before responding with a breathy chuckle, “Is that so? Glad to please you so love.” Hades’s hand gently tugs on the end of Janus’s braid in response before resuming its caress up and down his spine, the motion running a soothing counter to the sensation of Hades’s fingers inside him. Fingers that were rapidly beginning to go from too much to not enough, resulting in squirming of a different sort as Janus begins to push backwards against Hades hand, adjusting angle and groaning when Hades’s fingers collide with just the right spot.
“So eager...” Hades says, grasping Janus’s hip and removing his fingers, lightly swatting Janus’s arse when he whines in response, hips jerking backward at the loss, “and impatient.” Hades fiddles with his podea, slipping the waistband over his erection then returning one hand to Janus’s hips as the other grasps his cock, swirls of aether coalescing.
“Damn right.” Janus mutters, pressing back against Hades’s hand on his hip and looking over his shoulder to watch his lover. He wiggles his hips with a smirk at Hades, “Do you plan to keep me waiting long?”
“Patience, my dear Azem.” Hades runs his hand over his cock once more before grasping Janus’s hips tugging him backward to run his cock back and forth over the crack of his arse.
“Tease.” Janus hisses. Hades’s fingers gently drum over his sides in response as he continues to stroke back and forth across Janus’s entrance. “Just put it in already.” Janus grumbles, shifting his hips backward against Hades’s thrusts.
“As you wish.” Hades removes a hand from Janus’s hips to line his cock up then quickly pushes inward, fingers tensing on Janus’s hips as he progresses inch by inch until he bottoms out with a hiss from both of them. Hades leans forward to breathe into Janus’s ear, “Better?”
Janus muffles a breathy moan before responding, “Improving.” As Hades begins to kiss down his neck, he twists his torso to look at Hades, “Thinking of the shoebill?” Hades pauses, his eyes meeting Janus’s as his head tilted, eyebrow cocked. Janus continues, “If not that, then what are you thinking about, love?”
“I am thinking about,” He mutters, softly kissing Janus’s neck and moving lower after every few words, “the taste of your skin and the heat of you about me. The-”
“That cannot be true.” Janus retorts.
“I assure you it is.” Hades pauses, pulling back to gaze at his lover.
“If you are thinking of such things, then why aren’t you moving?” Janus smirks at Hades and after a moment a wry smile spreads across Hades’s face and his hands grasp Janus’s hips more firmly, drawing himself back.
“Ever so demanding.” Hades growls, pressing back inward with force, tipping his hips and seeking once again for that certain spot, driving Janus forward as he bottoms out.
“That’s more like it.” Janus gasps, spreading his feet andbracing himself as Hades settles into a forceful rhythm and a familiar hazy heat once again begins to coalesce, growing more evident with each stroke. Then the sound of a door closing down the hallway echoes through the room.