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The words sting and earn a flinch, pride flayed open. Emet's tired eyes turn away, but he does not pull from Hyth's embrace, merely goes cold in it. Leaning against him, he makes no move to get up or leave his side, but stares at something in the distance. A toppled table couldn't possibly be that interesting, but Emet-Selch looks at it all the same.

Crud. He's spiraling, time to distract. "I did have another idea," he says, pressing a few kisses along Hades's cheek. "If you're willing to let me drive for a little bit. I visited Elpis the other day, we were discussing concept husbandry. The way they carefully control and monitor the more dangerous creatures, not Pandemonium's lot but just the ones who can get easily upset." His hands paw at Emet-Selch, adding additional stimulus, trying to draw his friend's mind away from the cold, lonely place it's sliding toward.

Emet is stupidly easily to melt; he does not want to hold on to hurt or pain long, even if it sometimes grabs him and drags him down by his collar.

He seeks a hand to weave his fingers with, to take up to his hand so he can kiss the pads of them. "Tell me, then, how the concept farm amused you this time."

Hyth reaches out for the aether in the room - the flowers decorating his walls, the pillow on the couch, and crudely weaves them into a cord and collar that encircle Hades's throat. The end of the leash rests in Hyth's hand as he smiles brightly - it's a thin construct and will disappate in hours, but they don't need it to last.

"Would you be my concept, brought to heel, my dear?"

Oh, he even shaped something! He must be serious. All attention on Hyth and spiraling thoughts fading, Emet gives a little nod. "And how must I heel then, if I'm some unruly creation? How will you keep me well behaved? Or must I do tricks for amusement, or experiments to record?"

He's curious, at least, to the game.

The leash length bends and twists, until it becomes an ethereal rope sweeping around Emet-Selch's body into strange, sensual pattern. "Ah, well.. If you're unruly you must be bound up." He puts his hand gently across Emet-Selch's mouth. "Perhaps even muzzled. I know how dangerous your mouth can be, after all."

"I beg--" your pardon, he doesn't get to finish. He squawks a little, noisy under Hytholodaeus' hand before he goes for the most juvenile response ever: he just pokes it with his tongue. Fine, gag him, he'll just slime up your finger.

(No one thought Emet would be anything other than a brat, right?)

"Or you could just be some beast who can't even speak." His hand slides lower to wrap gently around Emet-Selch's throat a moment. Mmm, but to lose his words might not be worth the fun. Hyth squeaks and yanks his hand back, giggling, when Emet-Selch licks him.

"Brute!" he protests, and gives him the lightest of little slaps. "Rowdy little concept!"

He's not sure why it tangles him up so, but Hyth's hand on his throat goes straight to his cock. The levin racing down his spine is also audible-- that got him to jerk in his grip, before he sucks in a breath when his mouth is free again. But he takes his swatting and scoffs a little for it.

"Of course I'm unruly," he says, rolling to lay on his belly and look at Hyth, chin propped on his hands. "Maybe I'm one of Hermes. He gives them so much and then he's surprised they fly off or do strange things! they certainly need leashes."

"Oh, absolutely." Hyth twists the leash around his hand and leans in, letting Emet-Selch feel the warmth of his breath as he leans in. "And if I'm going to examine you properly I must make you behave, no?"

"I cannot possibly make it easy for you," Emet said, even as his head is canting to be nearer to Hyth's face, to hear him better, look at him because he's so beautifully close. He's such a terrible liar, sometimes.

Hyth mouths at his ears, then sets his teeth on them. "If we can't reshape you, we must train you," he purrs. "Would my lovely concept roll over so I can examine it?"

Emet-Selch's gasp is sharp, heady, but he makes a whine, pushing the command Hyth gives him aside for a moment, laying there still on his belly, waiting for a tug of the leash or other sign of authority to remind him he is not in charge.

(Don't make him be in charge, he's tired of it.)

The leash twists and arches about, forming itself into a set of restraints that hold Emet-Selch spread eagle. He could break them in an instant, thin as they are, but that is hardly the point. Hyth gets up on his knees, dragging his robe back on to further denote that he is human and Emet-Selch is a mere naked beast.

"Now, let's examine this one," he muses. His fingers start at Emet's face, running across his cheekbones and delving into his mouth as if to measure the strength and capacity of his jaw. He mutters to himself as he does, little notes and statistics, the same muttering he might do when reading a proposal for a concept at work.

Emet-Selch makes a petulant noise, pulling at his bindings (that are meaningless, but oddly fun), but the moment there are fingers in his mouth, he tongues and sucks on them, letting his eyes half-lid in soft pleasure. He is... if not content, he's calming, less focused on his busy inward life.

He'll do anything for Hyth, and they both know it.

Hyth giggles, and pretends to make notes about Emet-Selch's behavior. His hands smooth lower cupping his groin. "Ah, shame this concept is so basic. A few changes and perhaps it could be filled up very nicely..." he says pointedly, fingers pressing in.

Emet-Selch made that disgruntled sound, and then shivered a little, turning his gaze away; not just because he was playing petulant, but also because there were exploring fingers and he liked that. That was part of it, certainly, but also because he didn't want to give Hyth too much satisfaction as he squirmed.

The fingers delved in, careful but without asking for permission. He was being inspected like a damn vase by a potential buyer, and Hyth wanted him to remember it.

"I wonder how much it can take," he mused, adding in an extra finger with a grin. "What would make it so full it couldn't bear it."

With spit on his lips while he tongues between Hyth's fingers, Emet whines softly, letting his eyes close as he starts to feel the pressure he enjoys, detaches from his noble purpose and lets himself be if not nothing, something less than the great Emet-Selch.

There is nothing worse than being Emet Selch right now. A base, hungry concept easy to be put to use is a far more preferable existence at the moment.

"So adaptable, my lovely concept is," Hyth purred as he continued his probing. "A wild beast or a tame pet, as I choose. I will be giving this one very high marks indeed."

His fingers abruptly spread apart, opening Emet-Selch up further.

Emet-Selch moaned abruptly, mouth working around Hyth's fingers, his eyes opening and then closing as he writhes un the bonds he could easily break if he saw fit. But his eyes roll in his head, and that inhuman hunger for more stirs in his aether-rich soul.

This one, he wants to say, is very good and deserves more. But instead muscles flex and relax, fingers curling and unfurling as he restrains himself as much as the bonds do.

Hyth is happy to say it for him. "Well, it's been so good for the inspection, I suppose I might as well give it a reward. To encourage good behavior."

His breath ghosts over Emet-Selch's cheek as his fingers pull out, slickness called from aether pouring across his palm. "Spread your legs a bit more, dear construct, if you wish it?"

If he wishes! Oh, Gods be good, he does. Exhaling in a rush, Emet-Selch moves to make sure he has room, to give Hyth is most sensitive, delicate parts, vulnerable and completely at peace with it. He knows Hyth would never harm him, and his trust is total and complete.

That is some of the bliss of being what he is, before Emet-Selch's overwhelming power. He can let it overtake him, or he can press back and know what he can do won't harm his lover. He pats Emet-Selch's cheek and he slides in, cooing at him for being such a good concept. So obedient and yielding. So warm and tight.

The sigh Emet-Selch lets free is both one of relief and one of adoration; he loves his Hyth so much, so stupidly much. Even when he is cross with Azem, who roams and returns home when they will, Hyth is always there to make sure he knows he is still loved.

He lifts his head a little, trying to reach Hyth however he can-- mouth, eyes, sobs of need. Whatever he can give to Hyth, it's his. His body welcomes him in, greedy and loving, and yes, obedient and completely pliant.

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