At dawn, Alisaie, with a jaw-breaking yawn, silently pressed the door leading to the Dawn's Respite open and walked around the massive table on one side of it, headed toward the infirmary part of the big room. Normally she stayed out of the Rising Stones unless Senri called her in when he needed something, as she preferred the comfort of her own home and bed, but the circumstances were definitely not normal.
Before they went to bed, leaving the redhead by the side of Senri's bed, she called her lover and explained the situation as much as she could understand it… which, honestly, wasn't that much, and to say that he didn't sound pleased was…
She froze as she passed the veil of the curtains separating the room between the dining area and the infirmary, gawking at the sight as her mouth dropped open in surprise. Stupid, since she did have her suspicions after her best friend's feverish behavior yesterday, but… fuck, who could blame her…?
Considering how bad, in truth, Senri was at hiding his crush on Thancred already for years – none of them pointed out to spare his feelings and knowing how hopeless it was while the ashen-haired Hyur never hid that he preferred female company – to walk in on him seemingly… VERY busy fucking the redheaded Seeker into the mattress was a tad… surprising. Not to mention that the sight itself was… quite honestly, freaking hot. With the black-haired Seeker mounting the other from behind, the sliding movements of their bodies were impossible to misread if – thank the Twelve! – they seemed too… busy to notice her intrusion.
Getting a hold of herself, Alisaie slapped her hand over her eyes and backed away blindly, very much feeling like her face would burn away, wondering how the fuck she missed… the noise. Now that her brain caught on, the choked gasps and insistent purrs seemed quite obvious… so were the squeaks of the bed, honestly…
Hearing behind her the sound of the door opening – much louder than she did push them, for sure – she tossed a terrified look toward them, making a swift, desperately shooing motions toward the disheveled-looking Thancred when he walked in, as oblivious as she… used to be.
"Good morning!" he boomed, then yawned, and all the noise… ceased. Feeling like she would burst, Alisaie slapped her hand over her mouth when an involuntary, hysterical giggle slipped her lips. "How's the patient? And what's this all about…?" he snickered, repeating the earlier movement of her hands. Moving toward the Hyur, she wrapped her hands around his forearm and pulled him – insistently – toward the door leading to the common area of the Rising Stones, praying no other Scion felt the need to wake up right now.
"He's fine!" she chirped, tugging him away when he tossed her a confused stare, then looked toward the curtains as if intent on checking himself. "Come one, let's get him and his… friend something to eat, okay?" she said purposefully loudly and internally sighed with relief when he frowned but then nodded and let himself be led.
Thank all the Twelve when they were back with two steaming platters with plates and cups, setting them on a big table, soon after the black-haired Seeker walked out from behind the curtain, tugging the disheveled-looking (and completely red!) G'raha along… though Senri was wearing only the sheet wrapped around his waist.
"Morning," blushing quite beautifully, Senri still grinned cheerfully as he very pointedly sat the redhead by the table. It seemed that only Thancred was utterly oblivious to the… situation, somehow completely missing all the clues – she had REALLY no idea how! – when he walked around the table and, with usual friendliness, slapped his hand against the tall Seeker's bare shoulder.
…and she wasn't actually sure who of them was most surprised when the redhead – so timid and uncertain yesterday – shot up, hissed with outrage, and shoved the taller Hyur away, glaring daggers from under the messy fringe as he planted himself between him and Senri. After a moment, he seemed to catch himself, and a kind of… adorable blush – accompanied by an utterly mortified expression – blossomed on his handsome face.
"S-Sorry…!" he gasped, dropping his gaze to the floor and shakily lacing his fingers behind his back as his red tail curled either with shame or agitation. "I didn't m-mean to…."
Thancred looked more surprised than offended, looking between the two Seekers with confusion… before he gasped, his face grew completely red, and his brown eyes widened comically. Finally…! Alisaie struggled to breathe through the nearly painful need to burst into laughter. She watched the realization slam in, thinning her lips as she dropped into one of the seats, feeling her eyes water. That need grew even more painful when Senri gushed, wrapped his arms around his lover from behind, and happily killed her, nuzzling against G'raha's lowered ears with deafening purrs… completely missing the way the covering him sheet slipped to the floor.
And to add to the hilarity of the image, a familiar by now man with longish, violet hair materialized near her seat, his unnaturally bright, purple eyes took stock of the situation and – bless his mischievous soul – Hythlodaeus whistled wolfishly, then grinned toothily when the present men startled and looked toward him with various level of shock on their faces. That was just too much…! Alisaie laughed hysterically, almost missing the way Senri caught on, flushed up to his hairline no less than his lover, then scrambled for the sheet, glaring daggers at the Ancient. G'raha looked toward Hyth with an astonished expression – likely the first time seeing one of them – while Thancred sighed and rubbed his completely red face before falling into the seat next to her. All the while, Alisaie cackled madly, as red if for a completely different reason.
Senri muttered an incoherent complaint, wrapping the sheet around his waist tightly again and holding it in place while, with his free hand, he nudged his lover back to his seat. The redhead complied, though still gawking owlishly at Hythlodaeus, whose grin only widened impossibly as he crossed his arms over his chest and gave the black-haired Seeker a shamelessly appreciative once-over. In turn, Warrior flushed darker, then turned and marched toward the door leading to the bedrooms, likely in search of proper clothing.
Alisaie sighed, wiping her eyes when the door closed behind him before she turned her eyes toward the Ancient and grinned toothily.
"Gods, but you do know when to show up," she snickered when he wiggled his eyebrows toward her playfully, then turned his too-bright eyes toward the redhead.
"It's a gift, I'm told," he said humorously. "But I see you have a guest…?"
"Ah…" she cleared her throat, then smiled involuntarily seeing that G'raha was still gawking at the immortal, his red-cyan eyes impossibly wide. "…my apologies. Hyth, this is G'raha Tia, Senri's… new friend," she introduced carefully, waving toward the male. She was unsure about their status and didn't want to cause confusion if their… fling was just that. "G'raha, meet Hythlodaeus, one of Senri's closest friends," she waved toward the impossibly tall Ancient, who inclined his violet-haired head politely before turning his amused eyes back to her. Clearly reading her pause correctly, there seemed to be some surprise in his purple eyes when he dropped his arms to his sides. Dressed in Tataru's latest offering: a gorgeous attire in his favored mix of purple and white, with grace typical for his kind, Hyth pulled back the free seat next to her and settled down, setting his elbow on the surface of the table and resting his chin on top of his palm while his eyes held G'raha's confused stare. "What brings you here so early?" she asked to distract him, and Hythlodaeus blinked before turning his head and smiling toward her.
"Ah, nothing much…" he said a tad sheepishly. "Only a small request for Senri… but nothing that cannot wait if he's busy currently, I believe."
"Oh…?" Thancred – much less flushed – leaned in his seat to look at him around her. "Perhaps something we can help with…?"
Hythlodaeus hummed with consideration, looking between them before he sighed and shook his head slightly in denial.
"I'm afraid that Senri's fame would be quite most fitting for the task," he said as the man himself walked into the room, now wearing a simple set of sleeveless shirt and loose-fitting pants and heavy boots, all in his favored blacks.
"…what task?" Senri asked with a frown, making his way over to sit down next to his lover, earning a cute blush when he dropped in the seat, then, without a hint of shame, took hold of the redhead's hand, visibly pulling it to rest on his thigh. So… likely not a fling, she corrected the earlier thought, actually internally quite pleased to see it. Even if she was hesitant about G'raha's intentions… considering his reputation back in Old Sharlayan, that is. Considering the messy situation, it took her a while yesterday to connect the dots, but once she did… If Senri weren't so Twelve-forsaken bent on following the Seeker in his feverish state, she wouldn't try to stop the redhead from returning to that camp. From Y'shtola's hostile reaction, she figured that the older Seeker – who treated Senri like a little brother – Alisaie now guessed that she probably figured it out sooner, while she doubted Thancred had any idea. He was never interested in gossip in general, much less something of this kind. The females around the impossibly beautiful Senri made it a point to look after him and the intentions of the people around him, especially if they were as aware of his issues as she and Y'shtola were.
They had spent literally years doing that already, and though both had their own lives now – and respective lovers – they still believed – especially when considering how much Senri did for them and his impact on their lives – that he was their to protect if they sometimes clashed on the ideas of how to do that. With each other and the other women in the Warrior's life.
If he finally found someone he not only liked but who also returned his… interest, she was happy to keep an open mind – even considering the reputation of the man in question – after watching yesterday the very obvious worry for the Warrior's well-being in the mismatched eyes. Also, G'raha's seeming timidity and… shyness fiercely clashed with the idea of what she used to hear about him when growing up in Old Sharlayan. Not to mention the way Senri seemed downright determined to make all present hyperaware of his… possession of the redhead – and she did try not to think about what she walked in on earlier. If they were both consenting adults, none of her business… in that.
Twelve her witness that she still was getting insanely irritated whenever someone felt the need to meddle in her relationship, thank you very much…! And considering that Senri was the one that showed her full support and never questioned her crush – and later affair – with Themis made it in her head even more important to mark her support if he was inclined to hook up with G'raha seriously!
"Ah…" Hythlodaeus chuckled, pulling her out of her thoughts, and Alisaie blinked rapidly, focusing her eyes on the Ancient's slightly sheepish smile when he straightened in his seat. "…it appears that we have guests, Senri, and I have been wondering if you could use your influence to help them understand why it's a bad idea to poke about the Tower, hm? Half the night they had been prodding at the defenses set about it, and Hades is growing a tad… irate."
"…Tower?" G'raha muttered hesitantly, looking between him and Senri with a frown.
"The Crystal Tower, babe," the Warrior sighed, then pursed his lips funnily toward the Ancient. "I'll look into that later, okay? I tangled with Garuda yesterday and though Y'shtola as a marvelous healer, as always… I'm still a tad sore. Keep your husband from snapping anyone out of existence in the meantime, would ya?"
"I make no promises," Hyth grinned toothily, wiggling his violet eyebrows, and Senri snorted, running the fingers of his free hand through his loose hair.
"Sorry… what about the Crystal Tower…?" the redhead said, visibly pulling on the Warrior's hand still wrapped around his to gain his attention, and Senri looked toward him with a delicate rise of his dark eyebrows. "I mean… Ah, I'm part of the expedition sent here from Old Sharlayan to investigate the Tower…?" he whispered, looking between them all with obvious confusion on his face.
"…investigate?" Thancred repeated, then snorted inelegantly, leaning back together with his seat and folding his hands behind his head. "Good luck with that! Hades's cranky on the best days, much less if someone decides to intrude uninvited!"
"I don't get it," Alisaie frowned, crossing her arms on the table before her and leaning on them toward a couple of Seekers. "So far I know, a letter was sent to the Forum once to announce that the Tower is very much occupied and not taking visitors. Didn't Minfilia send it when our friends moved in…?" she tossed the white-haired Hyur a questioning look.
"I believe so… but I'll ask her when she's up and about," Thancred shrugged, letting his chair fall to the ground before also leaning toward G'raha. "You were not informed about that…?"
"I…" the redhead frowned, then shook his head slightly. "I'm just a historian specializing in Allagan Empire, and I was sent by the Students of Baldesion to overlook this expedition and serve with my knowledge…."
"Well… good thing they did," Senri snickered, then freed his hand from G'raha's grip to wrap his arm around the redhead's shoulders and tug him into his side despite the space between their chairs. The smaller Seeker squeaked funnily with obvious embarrassment when the Warrior chuckled and then utterly shamelessly pulled the redhead into his lap. G'raha trashed briefly – then apparently realizing the strength of the arms wrapped around him – hid his heated face against Senri's throat with a mutter she didn't understand that had the black-haired Seeker in stitches. "Yeah, obviously, babe. Anyway…" he turned his amused, ice-like eyes toward the Ancient. "… as I said, I'll have a word with them, Hyth, just keep Hades… placated until I do."
"That's my specialty," Hythlodaeus grinned, then waved his fingers toward him, nodded at her, and Thancred, and he was gone in a flash of black-purple aether.
Alisaie sighed, then stood up and smiled when Senri sent her a questioning look.
"We'll leave you to your breakfast," she pointedly looked at Thancred, and Hyur caught himself, standing up as well, then waving toward the Seekers and heading toward the bedrooms. Perhaps to cool down after the revelation… if Alisaie wondered briefly, looking after him if he would miss Senri's puppy-like devotion… She shook her head and sent her best friend a sheepish smile. "I stayed here for the night," she explained, watching understanding and unnecessary gratitude blossoming on Senri's beautiful face.
"Ah… thanks, Firecracker, and sorry for worrying you like that," he said, absentmindedly smoothing his hand over his lover's side. "Say hi to Themis from me."
"I'm just glad you heal as quickly as always… and are okay. See you, Senri, love ya," she chirped, then sent him a kiss with a wink and teleported back home – quite eager to inform her immortal lover about the developments of the day!
Discovering the wonders of intimacy with his gorgeous redhead was impossibly pleasant and fun! So fun, in fact, that Senri had real difficulty keeping his hands off him, feeling a downright insistent need to touch Raha constantly and considering his lover's penance for adorable blushes and bashful looks – but accompanied by the delicious spikes of his tasty scent – he was learning swiftly that his lover very much enjoyed his aggressive doting.
But considering that he was very well aware that his stamina was far from normal, Senri tried to curb himself… somewhat, not wishing to overwhelm his cute redhead. He just… couldn't help that his self-control was never really that good in the first place, and his unnaturally heightened senses supplied his body with utterly constant arousal caused by Raha's heat and scent.
By the time he patiently shared breakfast with him – and pulling his cute backside in his lap was the best idea, letting him keep back only by somewhat sating his need for contact – and then innocently and with the best intentions in mind introduced his lover to the compound's shower, he was almost proud of himself!
…until his redhead, with a lovely, bashful blush, removed his red vest, and the Warrior was confronted with the sight of the taut muscle of his form covered in the gorgeously tanned skin… realizing with some dazed astonishment that it was actually the first time he had the pleasure of admiring his lover's beauty in the full light of the day, so when Raha somewhat gingerly – and funnily – turned away to take off his pants, he pounced.
"Wha… Sen!" his redhead tossed him a deadpan stare over his shoulder, his face completely red when Senri chuckled, pressing against his back and sneaking his hands around his sides to press his left hand over his heart while right eagerly petted his abdomen. Using the turn of his head and his height, he took his lover's pretty lips into a slow but deep kiss, eagerly drinking in his flavor. "A-Anyone can walk in…" Raha breathed a protest after a moment when he pulled back to trail a sharp bites along his throat but then moaned weakly and dropped the back of his head against Senri's chest. The Warrior pushed away his hands – still hooked in the waistband of his pants – and nuzzled against his shoulder as he slowly pushed the material down, admiring the lovely flush of his cock when it sprang for freedom. And considering when they were disturbed earlier…
"Can't leave you wanting, babe," he purred into the tattoo on his throat, pushing the material lower until Raha stepped out of it. He chuckled when his cute redhead flushed even darker and tried to cover his groin, even as his much more honest tail wrapped around Senri's thigh. He was still fully dressed as he pressed against him again. Considering the discoveries of the night – if somewhat fuzzy from the fever – he wrapped his left hand around Raha's throat, not squeezing but marking his dominance, and felt a downright shocking pang of arousal when his gorgeous male nearly melted into delicious submission, purring under his palm in staggering but inviting sound. He growled audibly, then set a nip at the junction of his neck and shoulder as he let his right hand move down his lover's body and press fully over his dick, rubbing the heated flesh with small but insistent movement until the redhead, mewling softly in matching rhythm, rolled his hips into his palm. And watching the display he made like that over his shoulder…
Senri swore under his breath, involuntarily rutting into his back as the material of his pants grew far, far too painfully tight. When his lover's sounds become pleading, soft moans and mewls of his name… he swore again, looking about the empty room from under his lashes. Other than a bench, they put their towels and supplies on…
He grinned toothily, inspired, and backed toward it, despite his redhead's hiss of displeasure, swiftly pulling his hand back from his cock to tear the fastenings of his pants open and shove the material down from his achingly hard erection. With his booted foot, he pushed his lover's feet apart, then, without warning, fell back to sit on the bench, briefly grimacing at its chill, but Raha's lovely squeak of surprise and owlish look were definitely worth it, putting a toothy grin on Senri's face.
"You're so cute, babe," he cooed, nuzzling into his neck insistently as he drank into his delicious scent, again pressing his hand over his cock and going back to rubbing it as at the same time he pulled his gorgeous, tight ass snuggly against his dick, already weeping to get inside his impossible heat. Curling his tail around his abdomen felt so right, too, and the moan it elected… "Sore, love…?" he asked, nipping on his heated skin.
"A bit, but…" his redhead trailed off, and when Senri looked toward his profile, his cheeks were darkly flushed, and he was biting his lower lip as he met his gaze with a more than hint of embarrassment in his gorgeous, mismatched irises. His tail flicked and curled around Senri's side, splaying on his back when his redheaded wonder squirmed, pressing tighter against his flesh.
"But…?" he purred insistently, pressing his lips against the heated cheek. "Please, tell me what do you need, my cute Raha…?"
"Y-You…" his lover breathed, sounding hoarse with want as he arched against his chest. "Need… w-want to feel you… inside, Sen…"
"You're so good for me, babe," he rasped, spreading affectionate bites over his throat and shoulder as he wrapped his hands around his redhead's hips and lifted him just enough to set the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscles between his buttocks. Keeping them apart with his thumbs, he pressed a rain of kisses over his lover's spine, purring near-deafeningly. "Just push back, love, and take as much of me as you want, hm?" and the way Raha complied, fisting his hands in the material of Senri's pants and using his grip for leverage, whimpering breathlessly as he took him all the way in, slow, but rumbling on a near-deafeningly purrs and mewls by the time he was completely seated inside him.
"…s-so… good…" his lover breathed, leaning back against his chest, and Senri fought to catch his breath at the sight of flushed bliss on his face, at the almost too snug hug of his body and nearly painfully needing to pull him up… and down… and fuck, but that did felt like heaven… Sinfully hot hell of the slightest friction around his painfully aroused flesh tearing a little growls and groans from his throat. "S-Sen… you feel so… so good inside me," his redhead moaned in dazed wonder, flexing his muscles around his dick, and Senri choked on a whine, ready to burst as he buried his flaming face into his lover's shoulder, taking deep, steadying breaths as he fought for control. Feeling his shaky hand rise to sink into his hair, hesitantly rubbing his ear in an affectionate caress, so unbearably tender…
"Too… good," he breathed, closing his eyes and drowning in the sensations, truly shuddering violently as he crossed his arms over his redhead's chest, holding him down around his flesh before he let his hand move down and curled it around his lover's cock, electing a round of near-deafening moans as he pumped his hand over its length slowly. Struck by a thought, he chuckled breathlessly and kissed the Archon's mark on his historian's throat. "You know, babe, if someone walked in now…" he trailed off when Raha groaned loudly, and his flesh throbbed in his grip noticeably. Choked a whimper as his insides spasmed around his. "…oh? You would like that, love? For someone to see how much you enjoy my cock, babe? How you look, so wonderfully, shamelessly claimed…?" word by word, his arousal hit a wholly new level as his redhead mewling incoherent denials, still rocked against his dick and the spicy scent of his need filled Senri's head to the brim. "My gorgeous, naughty boy," he purred insistently, pumping his flesh in slow, long strokes that soon had his ears up eagerly for more of his lover's increasingly desperate noises. His cock downright leaked in the snug heat as Raha's body grew taut and shaky, spasms rocking his insides and tearing at his self-control something beyond fierce. "But I'll never let anyone else see you like this, babe, so wonderfully mine… Forever, that beautiful sight of you is mine alone, as is your pretty ass," he growled into his cheek, tightening his fingers around his cock and purred with satisfaction when Raha choked on a groan and spilled, shuddering in his arms as he fought to catch his breath. That low, soothing voice of his was downright intoxicating as he sang Senri's name in blissed-out mewls of pure indulgence. "…only mine, and mine alone," he hissed aggressively, then easily spun them, promptly letting him sag against the bench bonelessly as he kneeled behind him and, curling his hands around his hips, with live fascination, watched his cock claim that wondrously tight body.
"Sen… p-please…" Raha moaned, scrambling to brace against the corner of the bench, and rose on his arms, soon making more of those impossibly beautiful noises as he rocked mindlessly back and forth, but letting him pick the rhythm. He wasn't even aware of growling incoherent obscene praises, pushing him forward harder and pulling him back brutally until, on each thrust, his lover shook, whimpering his name so loud it filled his head with static, creating music that engraved itself in his heart to stay.
When Raha came screaming his name, Senri curled his hand around his throat and pulled him back until he pressed fully against his chest, groaning into his ear as he tumbled over the edge with a blinding intensity. Then, fighting to breathe, he sagged back to sit on his heels, pulling his limp body along and holding him into an almost too-tight grip as he nuzzled into his sweat-dampened red hair with almost choking purrs.
"…gods…" Raha sighed softly, sagging in his arms bonelessly.
Senri closed his eyes with an agreeable hum, and perhaps if he weren't scared that it would scare him off… he would dare to repeat out loud the deafening chorus his heart sang in. Too fast, too hard… but already he couldn't imagine his life without him.
But first, he had to introduce him to all… aspects of being with someone like him – and hope that Raha was brave enough to love him, too.
"You won't believe who I just found Senri absolutely smitten with!" Hythlodaeus crooned, appearing inside their bedroom, and Hades merely groaned at the sight of his lover's blinding grin, picking up and tossing one of the pillows in his face.
It was too fucking early for Hyth's usual bullshit!
He rolled over to his stomach and buried his face in another pillow with a grimace when his husband cackled, then crawled on top of their bed, soon unceremoniously planting himself over his back.
"And they had sex! I can tell," Hythlodaeus – the absolutely depraved bastard as usual – chirped, without any shame at all, sneaking his hand under the covers and planting it over Hades's ass.
"Senri doesn't have sex," he grumbled into the pillow. "He's as fucking repressed as Ares was about that."
"That's why it's so intriguing!" Hyth chortled, climbing up to press a trail of kisses over his neck.
"Okay…" he sighed with resignation, turning his head to peer at his lover with one eye. "I'll bite… Who?"
"A lovely redhead with gorgeous red and cyan irises that…."
"…red?" he scowled, nearly tossing him off as he rolled around and narrowed his bright, golden eyes when Hythlodaeus rose above him with a downright devious smirk.
"One of his eyes is red, yes," he nodded, then fluttered his lashes innocently. "But what's more, love, he looks like a nearly identical copy of Damon."
"…he?" by the satisfaction on his husband's face, he knew he'll never – literally – hear the end of it for the shock in his voice. "Wait… Damon? You mean…?"
"Yes! That Damon, the most brilliant man to ever grace Eitherys… who famously hated your brother's guts! And their reincarnations hooked up! Isn't that hilarious?!" Hythlodaeus rolled over to his back, snickering, while Hades stared at the ceiling of their bedroom, and his eyes narrowed gradually. "…don't you think, love?" Hyth quieted down, then lifted on his elbow to look at him with surprise. "…Hades?"
"Actually… that would explain a few things," he met his gaze, folding his hands behind his head, and looked toward the ceiling again. "Like… why whenever he came up in conversation, Ares's soul brimmed with longing."
"Huh…? You never mentioned that…?" his lover said slowly, then sighed and leaned in, burying his face against his chest.
"Why should I…?" Hades replied, freeing one hand to rest it in violet hair. "At best, I guessed that they were involved at some point before I was born… or something, but you would never guess looking at Damon. And I tried after noticing that but he seemed completely indifferent to… well, everything. Never met a colder man, I swear."
"Mhmm…" Hyth hummed, then tilted his head to look at him. "Unless someone mentioned your brother, though…?"
"Many had that… reaction, if his was quite on the extreme side," Hades shrugged, grimacing at the reminder. "And now you say they hooked up…?"
"Yeah… I mean, that man looks just too much like Damon to be anyone's but his reincarnation, love, though I don't have your talent to say for sure. Do you think it can be some… scheme or something?"
"No idea…" he sighed, running his fingers through his husband's hair and frowning with consideration. "But it is rather… surprising. Especially if the boy carries the Eye of the Allag, too."
"His name is G'raha," Hyth supplied.
"Ah… that at least make sense, then," he hummed. "But why now…?"
"He said he's part of that group that set camp at our doorstep, Hades, and he's apparently a historian specializing in the history of your toy," his lover snickered. He rolled his eyes, flicking him on the nose before pushing that hand behind his head again and narrowing his eyes at the crystalline ceiling. "Senri's going to handle the mortals, by the way, but apparently, he had some… difficulties with Garuda yesterday and needs some time to recover."
"That's what he gets for being stubborn," he scoffed with disgust even as his chest tightened slightly. "…but he's okay?"
"I had a good look… and he does look veeery well," his husband chuckled when Hades tossed him a deadpan stare. "What…? I can look, right? He does look impossibly like Ares, but I would say he's far more muscular and… perhaps as well-endowed."
"Hyth…" he growled a warning, then rolled them over and pinned him down. Of course, Hythlodaeus grinned toothily, wrapping his arms around his neck.
"Must run in the family!" his ridiculous lover crooned, and Hades groaned out loud at imaginary. He kissed him to shut up any more of the sure obscenities to follow and smiled involuntarily when his lover snickered under his mouth, then returned the kiss with fervor.