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The Chief of the Bureau of the Architect was just signing off on a set of approved concepts when a knock came at his office door.
“Come in!” He sang, and in swept a robed figure looking decidedly ruffled, her brows glowering and her cupid bow mouth pouting fiercely. “Azem!” His voice was all delight, “I had heard you were back. Welcome home.”
“Is Pan here?” She was visibly seething with irritation, folding her arms across her chest tightly once she’d stopped in the doorway.
“Has Hades upset you already?” His lavender eyes twinkled merrily, well recognizing the signs of her pique. Azem looked away with a grimace.
“Just - tell Pantalaimon we’re leaving as soon as possible. There’s an urgent report I want to investigate.” Hythlodaeus tsked and leaned back in his chair, a chiding look on his face.
“You have been gone for months and Pantalaimon has already promised me the evening, my friend,” he said. “You will just have to wait until morning, unless this is urgent?” His tone was pleasant, but implacable.
Azem opened her mouth, ready to snap, but relented. She sighed and allowed something like an apologetic expression to cross her face, inclining her head in acknowledgement. The corner of her mouth tugged into the smallest of smiles.
“...Until morning.”
“I’m so pleased to hear it.”
“Make sure he can walk!” she called over her shoulder, wide smile bright and teasing as she turned on her heel and hastened out of his office.
“Goodness, what a thing to say,” was all he murmured back, returning to his papers with a saucy wink. Azem beamed and hurried away.
When the door had closed, Hythlodaeus sat back in his chair, looking down thoughtfully. One hand settled onto the dark head of curls ensconced between his legs, Hyth half-hard and held between eager lips, his lean and lissome, muscular form very much bare, bound into a kneeling position with wine dark silk cords, wrists at his back and elbows bent, pure contentment shining in his brilliant, kaleidoscope eyes. Rich indigo hair hung in waves and braids past his shoulders, interwoven with beads of many colors. Hyth smiled in fond amusement as his partner looked up at him almost sleepily, cheek resting against Hyth’s bare thigh.
“Is that why you asked to spend the day with me?” He teased, gently stroking through dark tresses . “Wanted to hide, did you?” Pan blinked languidly, but he didn’t try to pull away or speak. “How well behaved you are,” Hyth praised, pleased beyond measure that his dearheart followed the rules of not speaking without permission.
The door snapped open abruptly and a fuming Emet Selch glared inside, looking furious enough to chew glass. “That way,” Hythlodaeus pointed, before Hades even had a chance to speak, eyes crinkling. With a snarl, the eminent Emet-Selch whirled around to stalk away. “Close the door, please!” Hythlodaeus trilled. Elegant fingers snapped — show off — and the door slammed shut once more. Hyth stroked his lover’s face, who nuzzled into the touch.
“You’ve been so very good, I think you deserve a reward,” he purred, and prismatic eyes gleamed with anticipation. “Are you hungry, dear one?” There was an aborted whine from his throat, vibrating over Hythlodaeus’ cock, making it twitch and begin to swell. Hyth buried one hand in thick, tousled hair, pulling him off with a wet slide. Pan twisted his head and struggled for a moment before settling into the firm grip, panting and pleading with his eyes.
“You may speak to answer my question, my sweet,” Hyth said lightly.
“Please,”
the hoarse plea fell from damp, reddened lips. “Yes, please, I want to taste you on my tongue and have you come down my throat. Please, Hyth.” He tried to scoot forward, the bindings making movement difficult, but not impossible for someone determined. The fist at his scalp did not permit his tongue to reach the rapidly stiffening cock before him, leaving him whimpering. “Please let me drink down your pleasure…” he breathed. The hand in his hair tightened, pulling firmly, one finger settling gently over his lips.
“Shhhhhh.” Pan nearly bit his tongue, so quickly did he clack his teeth shut. “That shall be your treat for being so very, very well behaved — and later I shall give you a true reward.”
Slim, elegant fingers gripped his jaw, swiping his thumb over Pan’s dark bottom lip, pulling it down just enough to slip the pad across his teeth. He applied insistent, steady pressure against his jaw, until he hooked it open and fed his fingers inside. Pan lapped and suckled at them obediently, and Hyth hummed in appreciation.
“Such a well practiced tongue. I’ll let you service me, and then I am going to use your mouth for my pleasure. You’d like that wouldn’t you my sweet?” Pan simply nodded, moaning around the fingers still pressing against his tongue. With an approving grin, the lavender haired man leaned back in his chair and widened his legs, pulling his robes up higher to give the bound man better access, then waited patiently for him to scoot in closer and begin his task.
Pantalaimon wasted no time. He lay the flat of his tongue on that pink and aching cock and licked from base to tip and back down. Burying his head between his thighs, Pan licked his way down and lavished attention to his sac, sucking each velveteen stone into his mouth and worshiping it, rolling it over his tongue and suckling while Hyth moaned and whispered praises to him.
Once he was satisfied that spot had received due attention, his mouth moved on to nip at Hyth’s thighs, pulling mouthfuls of skin to roll between his teeth, creating a line of bruises back up to the crux of him. Hyth’s hands were buried in his hair again, but made no move to direct him, letting him do as he wished, just gently scratching at his scalp. Pan glanced up through lush lashes to meet that glowing lilac gaze full of wicked desire and hummed in pleasure.
“Ah, dearheart, how wonderful your tongue feels, so talented and thorough,” Hyth managed a breathy moan. “Careful you do not tease too far, or my control may slip.” An empty threat. Hythlodaeus rarely lost control, not when he held Pan under his power like this, but the words sent a shudder through the man servicing him, a whine emerging. Dutifully, Pan moved on to his cock, licking strongly up the velvet shaft again before taking the soft, leaking tip into his mouth. He hummed and the vibrations made Hythlodaeus gasp in delight. A delicate probing tongue explored the head, dipping into the slit and licking out slick pre-cum, circling beneath the glans, then enveloping him in hot, wet heat.
Pan sucked him down languidly, drawing him in and out of his mouth with firm suction and steady dips of his head. Hyth groaned, wanting little more than to rock into that divine cavern, but ... Not yet. He wanted to let his darling Pantalaimon enjoy himself a bit longer.
When Pan took him deep enough to nudge the back of his throat, Hythlodaeus held his breath in anticipation of pushing past that block, being clutched tight as Pan swallowed around him. But Pan pulled away instead, licking sweetly along his cock, then took him only just to the back of his mouth again. Hyth narrowed his eyes. The swirling-bright gaze looking up at him through thick blue lashes was full of delight and mischief, teasing , as Pan worked his tongue over, around, up and down, coaxing Hythlodaeus’ desire ever higher.
“Enjoying yourself?” Hyth asked sweetly. A slow blink — yes — and amethyst eyes gleamed with amusement and admiration. His smile sharpened and long, elegant fingers contracted, a warning and restraint. Pan froze, but obediently continued to work, tongue desperately curling and stroking at his lover’s cock with a low sound of pleasure humming in his chest, even as he was held in place between Hyth’s legs.
“You should be pleased,” Hyth cooed, as though conversing over tea, “because now I’m going to use you and you’ll take everything I offer, won’t you darling?” A whimper from his partner, tension bleeding out and leaving him bonelessly pliant, eyes quickly starting to lose focus.
“Such a good boy,” Hythlodaeus purred as he positioned Pan’s head as he wished and thrust inside, deep into the tight confines of his throat, until Pan’s lips wrapped around the very root of him. He held him there — watching that delectable man swallow helplessly around him, tears coalescing in prismatic eyes like jewels before spilling down in trails of silver — as Pan twitched and struggled faintly against the steel grip on his hair.
“If only you could see how beautiful, how magnificent you are, speared on my cock, weeping and shivering under my hand.” He pulled Pan off long enough to draw in a harsh breath before driving back in again, and again, and again , peppering him with debauched promises and sweet, silken praises. When the sleek, bound body beneath him bucked and heaved, shuddering as Pan tried to keen with a throat too full to do so, Hyth let out a pleased and breathy laugh.
“Yes — come for me, sweet,” Hyth rasped. Pan obeyed, hard enough to splatter across his chest, nearly to his jaw, streaking his stomach untouched as bliss swept through him. Hythlodaeus fucked him through it, using Pan’s mouth until his own body yielded to its urges and he came down his lover’s grasping throat with the sweetest of sighs.
He hummed as he pulled away, loosening his fingers to pet and stroke Pan tenderly — his hair, his cheek, his lips, so beautifully swollen and abused. Pan’s eyes were glassy, unfocused, something bright and powerful slithering behind them, but his face held nothing but contentment under Hythlodaeus’ gentle fingers.
“Thank you, my love,” Hyth breathed, continuing to caress and soothe. “When we get home I will take such good care of you.” Pan made a rumbling sound in his chest, laying his cheek on Hythlodaeus’ thigh and closing his eyes, a singularly smug smile curling his lips.