— down on his jaw, he let out a quiet moan, eyes closing as he bit down on his fingers while he felt the wetness of the wound reopening against his skin.⠀☾
Hades let out his own version of that groan, but it’d probably just be classified as a straight-up moan. “Let’s be friends, Elliott.” Elliott. The name was growing on him, as was the person owning it. It’d be a nice little waste of time. Once again, the other wouldn’t—
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— get a chance to respond, the god takes Elliott by the jaw and presses a hard, and sudden kiss to the boy’s lips. His brows are knitted together only slightly, the split muscle already forcing its way past Elliott’s lips. It was an addicting move for him. —
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— That deep metallic taste shared between the two of them was almost overwhelming. That, mixed with the smell of it.
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