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.
Keeping up the pace is easy, and now that he's beginning to really get into it it's actually harder to slow down for any reason. He ruts into his friend roughly, his hand dutifully stroking him the whole while, pressing open mouthed kisses to his throat and jaw and shoulder- anywhere he can reach.
Finnick looks gorgeous like this, eyes closed and bliss on his features. Hythlodaeus commits the sight to memory, a smile on his lips.
Moans continue to rip through his throat. He loves being fucked hard. It's not something he would have expected from Hyth, but it's amazing. The sweet spot inside him getting hammered, the huge hand massaging his cock, the wet mouth on his neck, it's all overwhelming.
Normally he can last a lot longer, almost too long, but this is a special kind of situation. Maybe by seeing his soul Hythlodaeus could also see the precise spots that would drive him insane, because it sure feels that way.
"I'm close--"
He breathes the warning, feeling heat rising and bubbling up through his body.
Murmuring a soft sound he merely continues, feeling his thighs tensing and his breath coming quicker. He's close too, so he's glad he's not the only one.
"Ah... you're beautiful like this. Your soul..."
His soul is so vibrant he could get lost in it. It spurs him on, until finally he spills inside Finnick with a moan, still rutting into him as he rides out the pleasure.
Being called beautiful overloads his mind in addition to his body, and he cries out, clutching at Hythlodaeus desperately as he feels like he's launched off the planet. Further breathy moans and incoherent curses escape him, mingling with Hyth's own moan as he feels himself filled.
It's a full-body feeling, spasming slightly as though possessed by something. It lasts an oddly long time, and then slowly, his muscles relax, and his brain begins to come back online. His eyes still closed, he wraps his arm around Hyth's neck, trying to pull him down against him, seeking his warmth.
Hythlodaeus is all too happy to nestle against Finnick, mess be damned. He holds him close and makes a contented sound. He hasn't bothered to pull out yet, merely relishing the feeling of being so close to someone he cares for.
He buries his face into Hyth's warmth. He hasn't had sex in what feels like ages, and this was very good, so he feels asbolutely spoiled at the moment.
"You're the fucking best... Was it alright for you?"
Getting comfortable, he breathes out a satisfied sigh. Then he pauses, sits up a little, and brings forth a small towel to wipe off Finnick's stomach with. Pulling out he wipes himself off too, and idly lets the towel disappear again.
"Though I confess, I was not expecting it."
He chuckles, pressing a fond kiss to Finnick's lips.
Finnick gives a confused look at the towel that's materialized, then reminds himself that Hyth can create anything, including lube and towels. It's a hard thing to get used to. But so handy! Hyth has got it made, truly. He exhales shakily as the larger man pulls out, leaving him with a strange empty feeling. It makes him feel clingy (shocker).
"I wasn't either, but I was hoping for it. Ever since I met you." He laughs a little, then shifts to his side on the couch so Hyth can lay down on his back. He pulls him down and lays his head on his friend's chest, hitching his knee up over one of his thighs. His fingers draw a weaving and looping pattern on his chest.
Finnick hums dreamily, remembering what Hyth looked like as a mermaid. His eyes are now closed and there's a small smile on his lips. He listens to Hyth's heartbeat.
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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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Finnick looks gorgeous like this, eyes closed and bliss on his features. Hythlodaeus commits the sight to memory, a smile on his lips.
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Normally he can last a lot longer, almost too long, but this is a special kind of situation. Maybe by seeing his soul Hythlodaeus could also see the precise spots that would drive him insane, because it sure feels that way.
"I'm close--"
He breathes the warning, feeling heat rising and bubbling up through his body.
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"Ah... you're beautiful like this. Your soul..."
His soul is so vibrant he could get lost in it. It spurs him on, until finally he spills inside Finnick with a moan, still rutting into him as he rides out the pleasure.
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It's a full-body feeling, spasming slightly as though possessed by something. It lasts an oddly long time, and then slowly, his muscles relax, and his brain begins to come back online. His eyes still closed, he wraps his arm around Hyth's neck, trying to pull him down against him, seeking his warmth.
"C'mere..."
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"How are you feeling?"
Sated, he hopes.
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He buries his face into Hyth's warmth. He hasn't had sex in what feels like ages, and this was very good, so he feels asbolutely spoiled at the moment.
"You're the fucking best... Was it alright for you?"
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Getting comfortable, he breathes out a satisfied sigh. Then he pauses, sits up a little, and brings forth a small towel to wipe off Finnick's stomach with. Pulling out he wipes himself off too, and idly lets the towel disappear again.
"Though I confess, I was not expecting it."
He chuckles, pressing a fond kiss to Finnick's lips.
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"I wasn't either, but I was hoping for it. Ever since I met you." He laughs a little, then shifts to his side on the couch so Hyth can lay down on his back. He pulls him down and lays his head on his friend's chest, hitching his knee up over one of his thighs. His fingers draw a weaving and looping pattern on his chest.
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With an arm around Finnick to keep him comfortably close, he grins down at him.
"My sparkling personality, I'm quite sure."
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Finnick hums dreamily, remembering what Hyth looked like as a mermaid. His eyes are now closed and there's a small smile on his lips. He listens to Hyth's heartbeat.
"I mean, yeah, personality. Of course..."