Finnick glances down where Hyth is unlacing his clothes. He tries to help with one hand, but it's not much use, and it's hard to focus with Hyth kissing his neck like that. So he just keeps his hips up and out of the way, eventually helping him yank the fabric down and away.
"Now do mine," he murmurs in a soft purr against Hythlodaeus' lips as they meet again. He'd rather not fumble with his own pants button at a time like this.
It's simple enough to unbutton Finnick's trousers, but he can't move anything out of the way with Finnick sitting like that so he casually pats his ass and grins.
"You'll have to move to take those off, alas."
He kisses him quickly again, then pulls back incase his friend wants to get up and shimmy out of his clothes.
Finnick grins back and stands up, awkwardly pulling his pants and underwear down with one hand, shimmying and praying for gravity to help him. He blushes a little in his haste, a rare occurrence for the man who seemingly has no shame. Eventually, he kicks them off and straddles his friend again, smiling and kissing him eagerly now, leaning into him. He finally lets his excitement come through, that someone as sweet and as pretty as Hyth wants to do this with him. He grinds against him again, and this time it's much better with direct stimulation, coaxing a soft moan out of Finnick.
While Finnick is busy with his underwear Hythlodaeus tugs his own down, and when his friend straddles him again and grinds down it's skin on skin. His breath catches and he holds Finnick close, pulling him into another kiss. He's beginning to grow hard from all of the kissing and touching, and when he lifts his hips to meet Finnick's again he lets out a quiet sigh.
He's the first Hythlodaeus has been with since everything ended. To say he's pent up would be an understatement, eager to feel more of the other man's body. He runs his hands down his back, over his his thighs, kissing at his jaw and collarbone. When his hands get anywhere close to Finnick's cock, however, they veer away and explore elsewhere. He wants Finnick to need this too.
This is also Finnick's first time with anyone since he died. He's glad it's with Hythlodaeus, someone he trusts and likes so much. Someone he knows values Finnick as a person first, not a sexual object.
Those big hands all over him make his breathing come heavier, especially when they tease near his cock. His own calloused hand roams Hyth's beautiful body. As his friend's erection grows against his own, he feels the size of it, the pressure it provides, and moans. His hips buck in earnest, automatically searching for more.
Finally curling his fingers around Finnick's length he strokes him a couple of times, rocking his hips up towards his body in an attempt at getting some friction for himself, too. Finnick makes the most wonderful noises, and he tries to coax more out of him by teasing the head of his cock, rubbing his thumb over the slit as he kisses down his shoulder.
The hand at his back is almost protective once it settles, reminding his friend that he's safe. He smiles against his skin, offering a soft nuzzle to his neck.
He sighs a moan into Hyth's shoulder, then bites it gently as he wraps his own hand around his friend's shaft. The movement of it is practiced and skillful, despite it being his non-dominant hand. He continues to exhale soft moans, dragging his lips up to Hythlodaeus' neck, placing wet kisses there. Feeling the hand on his back makes him feel secure, cared for, something he rarely feels during a sexual encounter.
"You're... Lovely... So good to me..."
Hyth always treats him so well, and this is no different.
Finnick is a good man who deserves more than what he seems to have gotten in life. Hythlodaeus, thankfully, knows how to treat people well. He meets Finnick's lips with his own again briefly, stroking his friend slowly as he moves to murmur into his ear.
"I truly believe you deserve naught but happiness."
These statements seem to do more to Finnick than any amount of dirty talk could. He sighs, his muscles melting into his friend.
"Ugh, I hate you. You're too nice," he grumbles teasingly. The grumbling doesn't last, though, as his hips rock into Hyth's hand, seeking more stimulation. Upon getting it, he moans again, beginning to sound a little desperate. He wants more, but he knows he has a tendency to rush, so he's trying to keep himself contained somewhat. Still, he sucks at Hythlodaeus' neck, leaving marks behind, biting it lightly with perfect white canines.
Chuckling, his breath catches as Finnick bites at his throat and his laughter turns into a breathy moan, hips bucking upwards. He likes the idea of the marks on his throat, somehow. A reminder of the time they'd spent together here.
Of course, he wants more than this. And with a little magic, lubrication wouldn't be an issue. He'll wait a little longer, but he's beginning to feel as desperate as Finnick sounds.
Hyth seems to like the bites, so Finnick continues, marking all the way up to his ear, where soft hair tickles his face. He tightens his grip on Hythlodaeus' cock, pumping it faster now, still with a skillful flick of his wrist. He wants to drive his friend a little crazy, to make him want it madly. Hyth is always so calm and collected, Finnick thinks it would be fun to see him a bit worked up.
The teasing works, and Hythlodaeus soon makes an impatient sound and lifts Finnick, shifting their position so that Finnick is on his back against the couch beneath Hythlodaeus. Settled between his friend's legs he grinds down against him properly, kissing him roughly. When the kiss breaks he runs a hand through Finnick's hair, a gentle gesture even now, and pointedly rocks his hips against him.
"You're such a tease." He doesn't sound mad about it at all.
He makes a small, delighted sound as he's lifted by strong arms. Well, it's clear now who's the top here- it always should have been clear to him, he realizes.
He chuckles against Hyth's lips, satisfied that his plan worked. The laughter soon turns into another moan as he's handled so roughly and intentionally. His head spins as he grabs onto Hyth desperately, bucking his hips up, wanting more, more.
Hythlodaeus smirks as Finnick wriggles underneath him, his hand shifting to nestle between them and tease his fingers along Finnick's cock before they move towards his entrance- suddenly they're cool to the touch, slicked and ready, but even then he waits for a moment to make sure Finnick is genuinely fine with this before he gets to preparing him.
And perhaps part of it is the desire to hear Finnick beg for it, too.
Laughing at Finnick's reaction, he grins down at him.
"I can create anything I wish, whenever I wish. Are you truly surprised?"
Of course he's going to use those powers to create lube. Why wouldn't he? He teases his hole while offering up a few kisses to his neck, before slowly sinking a finger into him.
"I really shouldn't be surprised by anything from you, anymore."
And yet, here he is. He's a simple human man, mindblown by pretty much everything about Hythlodaeus' world and powers.
"Ah..."
The cold fingers against such a sensitive area make him tense for a moment, but then he relaxes as Hyth fingers him. The familiar sensation makes his eyes flutter. He brings his knees up and spreads them to give easier access.
He smiles against his skin, before moving his lips to Finnick's as he gently prepares him. He adds another finger soon enough, keeping his movements slow and leisurely. He's eager, but he wouldn't want to hurt Finnick in any way just because of that.
As soon as he thinks Finnick is suitably prepared, he withdraws his fingers and slicks up his cock, before pressing the tip to his entrance. He can't help the shaky breath as he pushes in, just as slowly as before. Partly to tease them both, partly to give Finnick a chance to adjust to his considerable size.
He giggles a little. Golly gee, it's not often he gets called adorable. The compliments are killing him- in a good way.
Finnick focuses on breathing steadily as he's penetrated, holding on to Hyth by looping his arm around his neck. He breathes deeply while kissing Hyth, both things he knows help to relax him, and it doesn't hurt terribly. Hyth's size makes the back of his neck tingle in anticipation for what a ride this is going to be... He hopes his friend is ready to see him become a moaning mess.
He waits for Finnick to adjust before he starts moving, slow at first. Finnick feels wonderful around him and he breathes out a moan against his lips, before pulling back and running his hand down Finnick's chest, the other propping him up carefully. He takes his cock and toys with it as he moves, stroking and teasing the head, winding them both up with how slow he's moving when both of them want more.
Though he's teasing them both, the look in his eyes is fond. He wants Finnick to feel as good as he does.
Finnick makes breathy, quiet whimpers with the movement and the teasing. He looks up at Hythlodaeus, who looks down at him with such tenderness. He smiles with the gratitude that he's cared for in this moment, among all the others he gets to share with this kind man in this weird fucking place.
Not the kind of ooey-gooey shit he expected to ever think about while being sodomized, but hey, it's Hyth.
He gets those tiny little waves of pleasure from the slow movement, the kind that makes him want more. Since his knees are up near his stomach, he places his heels up on Hyth's ass, pressing there lightly to encourage him to go faster.
Chuckling low as Finnick tries to push him to go faster, he nevertheless obliges and moves with more speed. He hums softly as it begins to feel even better, and that alone encourages him to shift their positions slightly so he can hit the right spot with his thrusts.
He strokes Finnick properly now, still keeping it in time with his movements. Leaning back in he nips and bites at Finnick's throat, and drags his tongue over any marks he leaves behind.
Even the slightly faster pace and shifted angle has Finnick moaning now in earnest, Hyth's sizable cock easily hitting the right spots inside him even without too much movement.
"Oh, fuck..."
He breathes low near Hythlodaeus' ear. If it feels this good now, it's going to be blinding once his friend fucks him in earnest. Finnick tangles his hand into the soft hair on the back of Hyth's head, gripping it gently, giving himself something to tether him to the earth. Or... Whatever this planet is called.
It doesn't take long for Hythlodaeus to grow slightly impatient and begin snapping his hips harder, still laying kisses along Finnick's jaw. He pants softly, keeping his partner close and trying to make sure he's angled properly throughout.
"Mm, you feel..."
He trails off with a moan- Finnick is tight and the sounds he's making are delightful. He tries to coax more from him, hips thrusting forward harder.
The moans are incredibly easy to coax from him, immediately becoming louder as Hyth increases the pace and intensity. Open-mouthed, breathy, and a bit higher-pitched.
"Fuck, Hyth, you're so fucking..."
Hot. Good. Good and hot. Hot and good. Got. Hood. Words all jumble together and stop making sense in his mind.
"Nnnnnngh..."
He's melting against Hyth, his head tilts back, his eyes close, he's beginning to see stars.
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"Now do mine," he murmurs in a soft purr against Hythlodaeus' lips as they meet again. He'd rather not fumble with his own pants button at a time like this.
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"You'll have to move to take those off, alas."
He kisses him quickly again, then pulls back incase his friend wants to get up and shimmy out of his clothes.
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He's the first Hythlodaeus has been with since everything ended. To say he's pent up would be an understatement, eager to feel more of the other man's body. He runs his hands down his back, over his his thighs, kissing at his jaw and collarbone. When his hands get anywhere close to Finnick's cock, however, they veer away and explore elsewhere. He wants Finnick to need this too.
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Those big hands all over him make his breathing come heavier, especially when they tease near his cock. His own calloused hand roams Hyth's beautiful body. As his friend's erection grows against his own, he feels the size of it, the pressure it provides, and moans. His hips buck in earnest, automatically searching for more.
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The hand at his back is almost protective once it settles, reminding his friend that he's safe. He smiles against his skin, offering a soft nuzzle to his neck.
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He sighs a moan into Hyth's shoulder, then bites it gently as he wraps his own hand around his friend's shaft. The movement of it is practiced and skillful, despite it being his non-dominant hand. He continues to exhale soft moans, dragging his lips up to Hythlodaeus' neck, placing wet kisses there. Feeling the hand on his back makes him feel secure, cared for, something he rarely feels during a sexual encounter.
"You're... Lovely... So good to me..."
Hyth always treats him so well, and this is no different.
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Finnick is a good man who deserves more than what he seems to have gotten in life. Hythlodaeus, thankfully, knows how to treat people well. He meets Finnick's lips with his own again briefly, stroking his friend slowly as he moves to murmur into his ear.
"I truly believe you deserve naught but happiness."
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"Ugh, I hate you. You're too nice," he grumbles teasingly. The grumbling doesn't last, though, as his hips rock into Hyth's hand, seeking more stimulation. Upon getting it, he moans again, beginning to sound a little desperate. He wants more, but he knows he has a tendency to rush, so he's trying to keep himself contained somewhat. Still, he sucks at Hythlodaeus' neck, leaving marks behind, biting it lightly with perfect white canines.
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Chuckling, his breath catches as Finnick bites at his throat and his laughter turns into a breathy moan, hips bucking upwards. He likes the idea of the marks on his throat, somehow. A reminder of the time they'd spent together here.
Of course, he wants more than this. And with a little magic, lubrication wouldn't be an issue. He'll wait a little longer, but he's beginning to feel as desperate as Finnick sounds.
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"You're such a tease." He doesn't sound mad about it at all.
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He makes a small, delighted sound as he's lifted by strong arms. Well, it's clear now who's the top here- it always should have been clear to him, he realizes.
He chuckles against Hyth's lips, satisfied that his plan worked. The laughter soon turns into another moan as he's handled so roughly and intentionally. His head spins as he grabs onto Hyth desperately, bucking his hips up, wanting more, more.
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Hythlodaeus smirks as Finnick wriggles underneath him, his hand shifting to nestle between them and tease his fingers along Finnick's cock before they move towards his entrance- suddenly they're cool to the touch, slicked and ready, but even then he waits for a moment to make sure Finnick is genuinely fine with this before he gets to preparing him.
And perhaps part of it is the desire to hear Finnick beg for it, too.
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Finnick nods and agrees. He is impatient about sex, almost always, no point in denying it. He's needy.
His breath hitches loudly as Hyth's fingers move with slow intention down his cock, suddenly and inexplicably wet as they slide between his cheeks.
"Do you have... Fucking... Magical lube?!"
It never ends with this man. Finnick will find out weird new things about him until the end of time, probably. But he likes being kept on his toes.
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"I can create anything I wish, whenever I wish. Are you truly surprised?"
Of course he's going to use those powers to create lube. Why wouldn't he? He teases his hole while offering up a few kisses to his neck, before slowly sinking a finger into him.
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And yet, here he is. He's a simple human man, mindblown by pretty much everything about Hythlodaeus' world and powers.
"Ah..."
The cold fingers against such a sensitive area make him tense for a moment, but then he relaxes as Hyth fingers him. The familiar sensation makes his eyes flutter. He brings his knees up and spreads them to give easier access.
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He smiles against his skin, before moving his lips to Finnick's as he gently prepares him. He adds another finger soon enough, keeping his movements slow and leisurely. He's eager, but he wouldn't want to hurt Finnick in any way just because of that.
As soon as he thinks Finnick is suitably prepared, he withdraws his fingers and slicks up his cock, before pressing the tip to his entrance. He can't help the shaky breath as he pushes in, just as slowly as before. Partly to tease them both, partly to give Finnick a chance to adjust to his considerable size.
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Finnick focuses on breathing steadily as he's penetrated, holding on to Hyth by looping his arm around his neck. He breathes deeply while kissing Hyth, both things he knows help to relax him, and it doesn't hurt terribly. Hyth's size makes the back of his neck tingle in anticipation for what a ride this is going to be... He hopes his friend is ready to see him become a moaning mess.
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Though he's teasing them both, the look in his eyes is fond. He wants Finnick to feel as good as he does.
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Not the kind of ooey-gooey shit he expected to ever think about while being sodomized, but hey, it's Hyth.
He gets those tiny little waves of pleasure from the slow movement, the kind that makes him want more. Since his knees are up near his stomach, he places his heels up on Hyth's ass, pressing there lightly to encourage him to go faster.
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He strokes Finnick properly now, still keeping it in time with his movements. Leaning back in he nips and bites at Finnick's throat, and drags his tongue over any marks he leaves behind.
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"Oh, fuck..."
He breathes low near Hythlodaeus' ear. If it feels this good now, it's going to be blinding once his friend fucks him in earnest. Finnick tangles his hand into the soft hair on the back of Hyth's head, gripping it gently, giving himself something to tether him to the earth. Or... Whatever this planet is called.
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"Mm, you feel..."
He trails off with a moan- Finnick is tight and the sounds he's making are delightful. He tries to coax more from him, hips thrusting forward harder.
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"Fuck, Hyth, you're so fucking..."
Hot. Good. Good and hot. Hot and good. Got. Hood. Words all jumble together and stop making sense in his mind.
"Nnnnnngh..."
He's melting against Hyth, his head tilts back, his eyes close, he's beginning to see stars.
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