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“You work far too hard.” A voice whispers into Orpheus's ear, soft amongst the ripples of water lapping against the porcelain tub. The man rolls his neck, to which his lover, behind him, latches his lips onto the salty skin. Orpheus sighs, shifting his legs in the water.
“I don't think I do.” Hands run over his pallid skin, fingers drifting down the tan expanse of his shoulder and pressing against the cusp of his muscle. It's clear that Hythlodaeus is appreciating his build, as well as filling the air with a scent of loftiness. His lover dances between hard presses into his skin to the most lightest sensation, raising Orpheus's hairs.
“Deny yourself not this fine evening.” Hythlodaeus murmurs, allowing his hands to slip under his lover's arms to grasp at his chest. “I want my Orpheus, not the one the Convocation sees.”
Is that a pout he hears? His poor, neglected lover…
Orpheus turns halfway, meeting Hythlodaeus’s piquant taffy-colored eyes with a tired smile and a half-dazed look. Hyth blinks after a long moment, the soft quirking of his lips revealing to Orpheus that he finds his staring amusing in the best ways possible.
Orpheus wets his lips. “You have me then, in my fullest capacity. No one is supposed to bother me tonight, as far as I know. Dianthus and Hyacinthus–” He picks Hythlodaeus's hand up from his burning breast, kissing the soft milky skin with lips as gentle as a silken pillow. Hyth sighs happily into Orpheus's hair. “–are busy.”
“Mn.” Hyth's vibration sends shivers down his lover's spine, and the dainty man's fingers trail an invisible circle on the palm of his wet hand. “They didn't need your help?”
Orpheus lowers his gaze, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek as he tries recalling the reasons they aren't populating their office. His fingers twitch, and Hyth’s own tickle at the soft edges of his digits.
“Their absence is for unrelated reasons. Dianthus is celebrating her anniversary with Hades,” Hythlodaeus rests his chin against Orpheus's shoulder, staring at the way his lover's lips move from this angle with lidded eyes, “and Hyacinthus skipped out on an important end-of-the-week meeting to disappear for the weekend.”
“Eventful day, it seems.” Hythlodaeus nuzzles into Orpheus, who shudders like a teenager and leans back flush against Hyth's chest. Their position disrupts their hand holding, although neither party seems to care that much.
“Tiring, more like. I'm just about ready to collapse into bed. If I float off to sleep, could I trust you to carry me to bed?” A kiss against his cheek confirms his question, alongside many more down his neck and over the expanse of his exposed shoulders. Not much has to be said between them anymore, especially not as Hythlodaeus leans forward to grasp the body lather from the lower shelf.
He lets his lover's hands roam his body, slathering the soap over his body as the day's stresses leave like a bird flying from its nest. Complacency replaces the deep-set weariness that settled across his bones and he let Hythlodaeus shape and form his body as necessary without nary a second word.
It seems like Hyth is enjoying this too. Has enjoyed this type of pampering ever since their first time together back then, under those warm blankets and pillows. It had been two hours into their provocative activities that Orpheus rose from Hythlodaeus's sheets, sweaty and weary. The pink-haired man had wanted to goad his lover back by his side, but once he saw the other's destination, any fight promptly dissipated.
It had been a soft affair, with Orpheus first rousing him from the bed, only to pick the man up with both hands like he weighed nothing. Oh the gall! It had been embarrassing enough for Hythlodaeus, although being pampered and loved isn't something he'd complain about. He had scrubbed Hyth's shampoo into his hair, kneading with his fingers much like a cat would. It had lulled the other to sleep, much like what is happening now.
Hythlodaeus applies the body wash on thick, eager to see his lover fall apart in his hands as he massages the formula into the strong muscles in Orpheus's calves. His lover's head tilts back as he does this, free of any misgivings of the day as his eyebrows loosen into one of pleasure. Of course, not the type they're both intimately familiar with, but one of…
Orpheus grasps Hythlodaeus's wrist gently, an action that sends the pink-haired man straight out of his thoughts like a rocket.
“Too much.” A whisper, not above a breath, makes Hyth's eyes widen. Ah, his ministrations must have hurt. His face twists into sorrow, turning his attention back to the aforementioned calf to soothe its woes before moving onto the next one.
It takes them forty more minutes to get any semblance of bathing done, most of which was because of Hythlodaeus. He loves taking it slow and sensual, but when he recognizes their own fingers turning into prunes, he learns to stop.
Hyth guides both of them out and dries Orpheus's body with his fluffy towel, making sure to get every nook and cranny before leading the poor man to his bed. A death sentence surely, as the moment he climbed on was when he fully collapsed without another word, dead to the world and beyond.
He looks on at his lover with a soft smile, body bare as he lets his own towel fall like dead weight onto the floor. Hyth doesn't join him, not yet at least. Instead, he focuses his attention out the door and towards the kitchen, where the man fixes himself a midnight snack consisting of a sliced orange and toast; simple and easy. Hythlodaeus flitters around the house like it’s his own place, going from kitchen to living room as he rifles through his things.
He decides to spend this time catching up on some latent work he's been neglecting, right hand grasping that thick stack of papers Hyth has kept secure within his traveling satchel. Thumbing through the document, a plate of food held delicately in his left hand, he makes his way back to the bedroom. Orpheus snores away, blissfully unaware of the waking world as his body twitches imperceptibly. Hythlodaeus settles in next to him, setting the aetheric lampshade on low so as to not disturb his most beloved.
Pages full of research notes, the most interesting saved for the chief architect, fills his early morning. He endorses most of them, deeming them good enough for a greenlight, although one beast stays his hand with the twitch of his eyebrow. Hythlodaeus recognizes the basis for this creature, a winged thing that Hermes had initially submitted before his creation of the Meteia, although this one had gone through multiple redesigns revolving around its fighting capabilities in the air. Hyth has to double check if it was actually submitted by someone else, convinced Hermes finally got back into creating cloudkin!
A fierce mother, submissive males, eggs a delicacy and raise one yourself to have a capable mount. Heat resistant, although susceptible to the especially cold. Plenty of scales covering its lower torso and two hearts for both the top and lower body. Sounds like this monster is monstrously big. An interesting concept, although its violence eclipses any good properties it might have.
Hythlodaeus thinks for a moment, the feather of his quill pen tickling his chin as he shakes it slightly back and forth. He tabs through the leaflets connected to this paper, reviewing the work with a more careful eye.
Ultimately, he decides Pandæmonium is the only place this creature is headed. Too dangerous on the local fauna, too territorial for their concerns. It’s a wonder how this even got passed along to the point it ended up on his desk. With a flourish, Hythlodaeus conjures a letter to Lahabrea, fancy flowing script coming easily in his hand as he writes the missive.
Ah, what a shame such a thing could not be used! Hyth certainly has to personally look over the staff list for their triennial review coming up to prevent something like this happening again. Signing his name off at the bottom, Hyth folds the paper and tucks it into its envelope, sealing it with the Bureau of the Architect wax stamp alongside who the letter is addressed to.
Swinging himself over the edge of the bed, careful again to not disturb Orpheus, he brings himself over to the window on the other end of the room alongside his work and envelope, draping a sheer robe over his naked body. Hythlodaeus calls upon his pet minions with a smile, extending his palms out as a surface for them. Two Hummingbirds come at his call, bigger than normal to carry their required parcels.
“Ah, Eurydicies!” Voice hushed, Hyth opens the window with a smile as both birds clamber over each other in an attempt to nuzzle their creator. They chirp to garner his attention, but the pink-haired man just soothes them with his touch and shushes them. He throws a glance over his shoulder at Orpheus, who doesn’t stray from his curled position on the bed. His attention is brought back to his minions, who impatiently peck at his robe. “Ah, ah, please stop this. Forgive me for calling upon you at this hour, my little ones, but I have a job for you.”
And so Hythlodaeus fits each of them with a small satchel, one carrying the documents destined for the Bureau on the other side of the city and the other with the missive and leaflet. He equips this one with more aether to make the journey to Elpis in a suitable amount of time and bids them both farewell as he lifts them to the sky for take off. He stares at their retreating pink forms, taking in the early morning air as he sighs.
Oh, it wouldn’t hurt them to keep it open for a little while longer.
Hythlodaeus steps away from the window, shedding his robe near his bedside as he stretches out his long limbs with a sigh. The clock reads three thirty-five in the morning and Hyth almost laments over the fact he’s spent two more hours on work than he should have. He tells Orpheus to take a break, but here Hyth is finishing his own work in the middle of the night! Hypocrite, he is.
Eyes fluttering shut, taffy lashes tickling his cheek, his hands untangle at the loosened braid and he turns from the bed to search for a safe place to put his hair tie on. Moonlight shines in from the window, and the barest scants of warm light from the lamp accentuate his lithe form, slim from head to toe. Still though, it seems like he’s gained a few pounds from the look of it. Hyth sets the hair tie down on Orpheus’s dresser, staring into the full body mirror to the right of it.
His body sits on display in front of him. Soft hands, calloused at the tips from his defensive use of the bow, take a familiar and well tread route across the milky expanse of skin. Over his shoulders, dotted slightly with moles, do his fingers trace every divot and range. Down the curve of his right breast, touch alighting his skin like fire on the tough bark of a tree. Hands brush over his stomach and waist and he turns slightly to look at the new amounts of fat that has gathered on his thighs.
Hythlodaeus’s eyes narrow, looking pleased as his thumb slides down into the soft curls of his pubic hair and teases at the crown of his flaccid penis. Hm, yes, he supposes he’s still pretty. Not like anything changed since last night.
“‘Daeus?” A voice murmurs, and Hyth cranes his head towards the bed with a smile. Tucked under the heavy comforter and about ten pillows pops Orpheus’s head, eyes heavy with sleep and arm outstretched towards the man with want. “Come back to bed.”
Not a second passes before Hythlodaeus crosses the room, one knee on the bed as he hovers over his lover. Up close, he can really tell Orpheus is wet-eyed, one eye barely opened as his right hand blindly gropes at Hyth’s bare thigh. He shifts upward, leaning against his mountain of pillows as he regards his lover’s state of undress with a quirked eyebrow and a dopey smile.
“You’re naked.”
“Astute observations, honey!” Hyth leans in to press butterfly kisses against the other’s cheek, to which the man giggles under his affectionate attention and turns his head to press their lips together. Morning breath permeates his mouth, although Hythlodaeus finds himself not caring as they share this intimate moment together. Orpheus moves to the side, breaking their kiss for but a moment before grasping the pink-haired man’s shoulder with clammy hands.
“I think I’m naked.”
“Really?” Hythlodaeus’s hands smooth over the flat expanse of Orpheus’s back, pushing back the blanket onto the bed as he curls a leg around his waist and digs his heel into the soft muscle of his ass. “Well, it seems like you weren’t lying.” Hands pull Orpheus down, one cupping his neck while the other holds his cheek. In the dark of the room, so close together, Orpheus’s eyes glow faintly much like his aetheric energies that wisp around Hyth like thick water. “How lucky I am to have such a wonderful specimen to myself…”
Orpheus recognizes this, taking his chance to surge downward and take his lover’s lips in his. Strong hands push Hythlodaeus down onto the bed, securing him in place as Orpheus juts his growing erection into his lover’s. Hyth hiccups in his mouth, face screwing up in pleasure as his hands move from his neck to his hair. He pulls hard up, pulling them taunt in his tightly fisted grasp and bites into the junction of Orpheus’s neck as it’s revealed to him.
They drink in each other’s groans and moans, rutting into each other like animals as Hyth latches both legs around Orpheus’s waist and pulls him down harder. The bed creaks with their coupling and the shutters on the window bangs softly against the wall in rhythm and tandem to the wind. Neither of them know who’s making more noise, although it doesn’t really matter anymore. They’re in Orpheus’s house, not in Hythlodaeus’s apartment. If the neighbors hear, that means they’ve been listening much too closely.
Orpheus’s kisses leave a trail of wet down Hyth’s body, peppering his chest the most as he latches onto a rosy red nipple and rolls it with the flat side of his tongue. The man under him squeals with delight, his arms coming up to encircle Orpheus’s head as he groans into the pillow. Hythlodaeus leaks far more than Orpheus, so their rutting glides easier the more Orpheus teases at his body. It’s only when the man comes up off his breast that he finally leans forward into the pillows, searching blindly for that moderately-sized bottle of lube they tossed the night before.
Orpheus draws back on his haunches, bottle in hand as Hyth is left waiting in agonizing pleasure, hips canting with every second his lover isn’t inside of him already. He squirms, writhes, bucks his hips hard to the point Orpheus has to hold the man down.
“Wait for it. Move this much and you won’t be getting any tonight. I’ll leave you high and dry.” Empty words, Hythlodaeus glums as his hands find purchase on those strong thighs in front of him. Empty, because Orpheus would still be opening the bottle regardless of what he does.
“I ought to fix you, my dearest creation.” His thumbs slide against the tense muscle in his inner thigh, rolling downwards. “You offer no bite. That’s surely not what you’re here for.” Orpheus doesn’t reveal what he’s thinking outright, just silently lathers the red and aching cock standing proud between his legs. Hyth almost retorts again with another prodding comment before his lover readjusts his position to lift Hyth’s legs onto his shoulders, cock breaching his body immediately with no sign or warning that was going to happen.
Pink eyes widen to big saucers, mouth ajar as Hythlodaeus could do nothing but take it raw. One smooth slide inside secures Orpheus in place about Hyth, the lithe man’s body practically bent in half as he tries to reaffirm that his lungs still work.
“You– You didn’t prepare–” Orpheus’s cock slides almost all the way out abruptly and Hyth yelps at the feeling. He then dives back in hard, pushing his lover’s body up the bed as he did so as he leans in with a smile.
“You wanted a bite, didn’t you?” Those words sounded innocent enough, but this lascivious display of coupling is anything but. Hythlodaeus clings onto Orpheus’s shoulders as he sets a slow yet punishing pace. His feet drag into the bedsheets as Orpheus pushes in hard and slows to a crawl pulling out. It drives his lover crazy, as with each thrust is punctuated by a bolt of hot pleasure rushing through his gut and into his nerves. Hythlodaeus’s body is on fire , and it’s perpetuated by the awkward thumbing of his neglected nipples.
Orpheus does everything in his power to overindulge and overwhelm the man under him, and it’s working. Hyth can barely speak beyond the occasional muttering between thrusts and just outright moaning his name, and the most he’s done with his hands is grip red crescent marks into his back. But Orpheus wants more. Wants Hythlodaeus to be completely and utterly undone by him.
He doesn’t change their position, but merely tilts Hyth’s waist up more and spreads his legs open as wide as he could. Then, towering over his lover, he promptly seats himself back inside fully. Orpheus had read this type of position before in an educational pamphlet, but didn’t think to use it until now. A mating press, something perfect for Hythlodaeus.
The pace he adapts is brutal and, by Hythlodaeus’s hitch in volume, it seems that he’s taken a liking to this position a lot. Each thrust forces a choked moan out of the pink-haired man and their skin slaps together so loud that their own coupling is louder than the rush of blood in Orpheus’s ears. His skin turns remarkably red, exhaustion threatening to take hold of his bones as he pounds the ever living shit out of Hyth. He doesn’t stop though, never stops despite his body protesting. Every muscle in Hythlodaeus’s face is lax, eyes rolled into the back of his head as his mouth sits agape with each ragged breath and torn moan.
Orpheus likes the look of that, likes the way Hyth moans brokenly and likes the way he can barely hold on. He loves looking down to see the hard slap of Hyth’s penis against his stomach, pubic hair long since covered in fluids that must have come from either man at this point. Loves seeing those thighs, soft and tense under pleasure, and his toes, which curl inwards with each punctuated slap of his balls against Hyth’s ass.
He loves seeing all of this. All of him.
“O-Orpheus!” His own name is wretched out of Hythlodaeus’s abused lips, and it’s now he could feel the relentless feeling of Hyth pushing himself in and out to his thrusts. Desperate, used and fucked open. “Oh, harder! Endlessly harder! Release inside of me, my creation! This is what I want, this is–!”
Orpheus sinks in hard once. Hythlodaeus screams and Orpheus screws his eyes shut tight. Orpheus sinks in twice. There’s tears in his own eyes, threatening to leak not under duress, but under sheer desire. Orpheus sinks in thrice and opens his eyes wide, staring down at Hyth’s strained neck as white paints his chest and his whole body keens up towards his lover. His lover’s mouth stands agape and Orpheus couldn’t tell at first which one of them were moaning until he realized that it was both of them. Hyth’s body contracts around him, goading the man into release like it looks to milk and wring him of all of his cum.
Orpheus sinks a fourth time, cock pulsing as he releases inside with a mangled amalgamation of Hythlodaeus’s name and some sort of plea. Or, perhaps it was a prayer, a thank you, or just a three worded sentence that comes from his heart.
He comes down from his high and lets Hythlodaeus’s body rest from its upright position, slipping out and collapsing next to the man with a sigh and a groan. Their sheets were irrevocably ruined now beyond repair and Orpheus has the gall to feel faintly disgusted at the feeling of a sticky bedsheet.
Orpheus blindly gropes for Hythlodaeus in the dark and finds his hand resting atop of breast, breathing hard and staring at the ceiling. Orpheus adjusts his position to rest his head more firmly against the pillows, gazing down at his lover with lidded eyes. He meets his gaze and the smile that Hyth gives him is endlessly dazzling, not unlike the myriad of stars that hang in the night sky.
“I love you.” It slips out, although Orpheus barely calls it a mistake. That’s because it isn’t, and the feeling that swells in his heart makes him feel full and young. Hyth’s eyes widen slightly, although they fall back into normalcy as he squeezes the other’s hand.
“I love you too.”