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There were graceful hands buried in his hair, long legs wrapped around his hips. Scorching kisses as though they were drowning, the passion, the fire - never, never had he expected anything like this to happen to him, but here he was, and he couldn’t be anything but blissfully thankful for it. Azem tasted like chocolate and spice- they’d been into their favorite drink again, Hades noted absently, and he dropped a hand to hike one of those stunning legs higher around his waist. The contact was divine, he ached for them, and they drew back just enough to give him a breathless, hazy smile.
“Well, well,” they breathed. “Someone’s developed a taste for the improper, hmm?”
Hades groaned faintly and kissed them again- he loved the sound of their voice, but he couldn’t think fast enough to keep up with them just then. He pushed away from the wall and made his way to the desk, shoved whatever was on it out of the way to put Azem down and lean over them, grinding their hips together in a way that made them growl. “You,” he said, kissing them again, “are too much-!”
“Or just enough?” they challenged, hooking their legs around his waist again and pulling him ever closer, reminding him just who was in charge. Azem traced the shape of his lips with their tongue and smirked. “I’ll have you right here, right now, and you’ll thank me for it after.”
The challenge sent fire through his veins, and Hades held them down firmly. “Will you?” he asked, smirking. “I seem to have the advantage at the moment, and you, my dear, will do as I say.”
Azem’ fair skin flushed darker and they pulled him down for another fierce kiss- then drew back and fisted one hand in his hair, pulling almost hard enough to hurt- certainly hard enough to be thrilling. “Oh, Hades, so unwilling to give over,” they purred, and damn them but their words made him throb. “It’s all right. I’ll teach you how.”
Hades was about to snark back at them when they pulled hard on his hair again and ground their hips up, and when he grit his teeth and sank into the motion a bit, they slipped out from beneath him and turned him around, forcing him back into their place. This fight for dominance had him more than hot under the collar, and this time it was his turn to put his legs around their slim hips and tug them close. He used the leverage to push himself up, wrap his arms around their shoulders and pull them forward, then breathe into their ear, “I don’t know that you have what it takes.”
Azem stiffened, and Hades wondered briefly if he’d gone too far- but no, their lips slowly curved into a smirk and they used their weight to push him back onto the desk and wrestled his arms from around their shoulders, shoving more items heedlessly from his desk to pin his wrists- they hit the floor with a crash, and he immediately went limp, listening close and searching for anyone who might come by. While he was distracted, Azem kissed the side of his neck, then his throat, nipping and sucking and wringing a quiet hiss from him.
A sharp knock on the door made them both freeze, at least briefly- Azem took advantage and continued kissing his neck. “Emet-Selch, are you quite all right?” a voice called from the other side of the door- Pashtarot, he noted absently. “I heard a crash!”
“I’m fine!” Hades called back, gritting his teeth around a groan as Azem sucked hard at the juncture of neck and shoulder.
Silence. “Are you sure?” Pashtarot asked, sounding worried. “You don’t sound well- should I summon Azem?”
Azem smirked and opened their mouth to reply, and Hades swiftly stuck two fingers inside to keep them quiet. Their eyes widened indignantly, but they saw how to use this to their advantage and he immediately regretted it. “No, that won’t be necessary,” Hades replied curtly, looking up into said healer’s stunning mismatched eyes. “I’m quite all right, thank you.”
“All right,” Pashtarot replied, though he didn’t sound very convinced- luckily the door was locked, thank the gods, else he’d likely have tried to poke his nose in. He walked away, and Hades immediately turned his attention back to Azem.
Long lashes fell to shade those incredible eyes as Azem sucked on his fingers, swirled their tongue around and made him wish dearly for that clever mouth to be elsewhere. He resisted the urge to groan and instead caught fiery red curls in one hand, tugging gently on them. “You always look so good on your knees,” he hissed, taking great care to keep his voice down lest someone happen by while he couldn’t see them.
Azem smirked and slowly drew his fingers out of their mouth with a soft pop that made Hades shiver just a little. “Do I,” they purred. “Perhaps you’d like the same.” They rose, ignoring the hand in their hair entirely- Hades had to come after them if he wanted to keep his hold, and in that moment he did. A gesture had their robes gone, dissolved into sparkling aether, and left them both in the soft trousers they wore beneath… or should have. Azem, Hades saw in shock, wore lace. He was so busy staring that he didn’t fully register the quick flick of their wrist that freed their hair, and then their hand was in his while the other pushed on his shoulder, dropping him to that selfsame position. They raised their eyebrows at him, and he exhaled briefly before mouthing at them through the skimpy fabric.
He had to admit, though, they did look very good in it- and Hades did enjoy this, even if he didn’t get off on it like Hythlodaeus did. He’d thought to make them work a little harder for it, but the hand in his hair tugged just a bit, and he decided to just let it go… for now. They leaned back against his desk as he put his hands on their thighs and trailed his lips up the underside of their length, full and flush beneath the lace. He was gratified to see that their play had been a turn-on, though he was admittedly in much the same state- especially now. He tongued at their tip and then slowly took it in, laving soft skin through the fabric and smiling to himself at the soft sound of pleasure his actions earned him. He could still win this, he thought.
“Perfect,” Azem breathed, tugging on his hair again while lifting the other hand to stroke it gently. They trailed it down along his jaw, then up over his cheek as he gave up pretense and shoved the lace out of the way- that earned a light, breathy laugh. “So eager for it, hm?” they murmured. “That’s it… slowly, inch by inch.” Hades had to stifle a moan, realizing that them guiding him like this was hitting all the right buttons… their sweet voice and the filthy words, the praise, all of it. “Aah, your mouth is so warm,” they said softly, rolling their hips just a little and tightening their grip on his hair to keep him in place- superficially, of course, because he damn well could get away if he wanted to and they knew it.
The problem was, he didn’t .
Hades flattened his tongue and took them in all the way, swallowing around them and listening in delight to the sounds that spilled from them. They were noisy, and he liked that- though with the room not being soundproof, they were having to be careful. Still, he thought, swallowing again just to hear them groan faintly, this was getting to him fast.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Azem said, deep voice breaking just a little. “Just like that, so good for me, your mouth is perfect. ” They rolled their hips a little harder, though they did look down quickly and make eye contact to make certain he was comfortable- he felt warm throughout on top of his arousal, and they smiled before closing their eyes and taking a shaky breath. “ Fuck, I could finish just like this,” they said, and the absolutely uncharacteristic swear made Hades throb all over again- he was unused to them talking dirty, but he loved it. “But,” they said, and they slowly pushed him back, shivering as they did so, “I’ve got a better place in mind.” They knelt and brushed their thumb against his lower lip, smiling slowly. “Beautiful,” they murmured.
Quick as lightning, they were on their feet again and hauling him up as well, a little dazed at the side of them that he was being delightfully treated to. They pushed him back down onto his desk, on his front this time, and slowly hooked their fingers in his waistband. Hades glanced back, trying to look indignant- but from the grin Azem gave him in response, he hadn’t succeeded. They drew their hands over the curve of his rear and down the back of his thighs, which made him shudder a little, and he glanced back at them when they brushed up the inside and lightly against his balls before withdrawing.
“Going to torment me?” he asked, hoping he didn’t sound as desperate as he felt.
Azem smirked. “That depends on whether or not you’ve come to realize who’s in charge,” they said, stroking his inner thighs and making his legs tremble. “Tell me what you want, hmm?”
Hades groaned faintly and put his forehead on his arms. He positively ached for them, but to make him beg… “I want you to get on with it,” he growled, settling on that and hoping it would be enough.
It wasn’t, of course.
“Oh?” Azem asked. “Get on with what, exactly?” They drew their fingers up a bit more, brushing delicately against his balls again before returning to his inner thighs and up further, further- … but not far enough, and he ground his teeth in frustration. “You’ll have to be specific.”
“You’re getting off on this,” Hades accused, looking over his shoulder at them- and they gave him what could only be described as a shit-eating grin in return.
“Not yet,” Azem said playfully, “but if you’d rather I go ahead and finish things on my own, I can leave you here.” They hummed, and Hades sensed the gathering aether.
“Don’t you dare, ” he began, and then it was finished- he was bound neatly with his legs spread, cords of aether securing his ankles to the desk and his wrists bound together, and then that binding looped beneath the desk- tightly.
Azem smirked and drew back. “No?” they purred, deliberately taking themself in hand and thumbing at their tip, sighing in pleasure. “It’s possible someone will find you before you figure out how to break my bonds, you know.”
Hades cursed, and Azem laughed. “Damn you,” he snarled, then took a breath and let it out. He was painfully hard, there was no way to say he wasn’t getting off on this as much as Azem was, and he bit the inside of his cheek. “I want… I want you to fuck me! ”
Azem lit up. “Now, what was that?” they asked, drawing closer and beaming. “I didn’t quite hear you, so I want to be sure.”
“I want-!” Hades shouted, but Azem quickly clapped their hand over his mouth. He had to work hard not to bite them.
“You’re quite enthusiastic, aren’t you,” Azem breathed into his ear, pressing their body flush against his. “I think the entirety of the Convocation would’ve heard you begging me to fuck you if I hadn’t stopped you.”
Hades scowled. “You told me to repeat myself,” he grumbled when they removed their hand. Gods help him.
Azem grinned and kissed the nape of his neck, carefully brushing white hair away. “So I did,” they purred. “Good boys deserve a reward, wouldn’t you say?” Those words went straight to his aching length, and Hades couldn’t resist the way his hips twitched- Azem reached down and took him in hand, stroked him firmly a couple times before letting go. The pleasure was heady, and then gone- he made a sound that was embarrassingly like a whine. “Patience,” Azem murmured, “patience…”
It took all he had in him not to say finally when slick fingers slipped between his legs and a gentle finger circled his entrance. He let out a shuddering breath and put his forehead on his arms again as Azem carefully pressed their finger inside of him, skillful and gentle as ever. This was going to take an age. “I’m not breakable,” he finally snapped, pushing his hips back.
“I know.” Azem sounded so smug, damn them- but they did add a second finger rather quickly, quick enough to sting a little. He hissed, and they pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck again. For all their bravado and prancing about, they didn’t want to hurt him, and… he liked that, for all he wanted them to get on with it. A second finger was soon joined by a third, spreading and teasing, and after a few moments Hades was moving his hips with Azem’ hand and breathing fast. It felt so good, so good, and he was so hard- and then the fingers were gone, and he gasped out a protest. “Easy,” Azem said, and then they carefully positioned themself and gripped his hips.
It. Felt. Divine.
Hades was not one to let go easily, but by this point he had long since tossed his pride to the winds- Azem had him literally hog-tied to his desk in the most compromising position they could’ve come up with. He moved with them as best he could, pushed back and forced them in deeper- he grit his teeth and growled, and they made a quiet sound as their fingers dug into his hips. They waited just a couple breaths before drawing back and pushing forward again, and then it was all he could do to keep himself quiet- after being denied and teased for so long, he was more than ready to find an ending for himself.
Azem snapped the bonds with a thought and used their hands to hold his wrists instead, mouthing at the nape of his neck as they pounded into him. Pleasure arced through him like heat lightning, racing along each nerve and meeting low in his belly where the fire raged hottest. He met their thrusts as best he could, but eventually he just had to lay there and take it, and then they changed their angle and he nearly howled- they clapped a hand over his mouth just in time and he sank his teeth into their palm, and they gasped and hissed. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe , he was so lost- and then they were reaching down with their other hand to stroke him and he saw stars. “Let go, Hades,” Azem panted. “Come with me-!”
With, not for. That thought was all it took- something broke loose within him and he lost control, coming hard into their hand. They gasped and said something he didn’t quite catch, then he felt them throbbing hard as they spilled inside of him, each thrust slowing a little until they collapsed forward, buried to the hilt inside of him. He could feel their heart racing against his back, and he smiled a little before lapping delicately at the marks he’d left on their palm. He tasted blood and felt a little bad, but, well, they’d earned it.
They withdrew after a few more breaths, collapsing shakily into his chair and drawing him down with them. It was a little comical, they were smaller than he was, but he had to admit it felt nice to be held like this as the fire cooled and they just relaxed. After a little bit he opened his eyes and took in the mess they’d made, then looked at Azem and raised an eyebrow. “I hope you know you’ll be cleaning this up,” he said.
“Oh, whatever shall I do,” Azem replied with a grin- they snapped their fingers, and that was that. A whisper of aether replaced their robes, and they leaned up to nudge their noses together. “There- it’s like none of this ever happened.”
Hades stood, then wobbled just a little- Azem laughed, and he looked over his shoulder and growled at them.
“... except for that,” they said, positively giggling- and he pounced them, kissed them hard and drank in their laughter.
Except for that, indeed.