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.
And Hyth takes it, slow and deep, forgoing all his little roleplays to kiss Hades full on the mouth and drink himself full of those lovely kisses. Azem is fickle, and that is his part to play. Hyth has long ago accepted this. But he will be here for Hades to come home to, when the mantle of Emet-Selch weighs so heavily on him that he has forgotten he is also Hades.
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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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