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Anticipating the second attack, Hades pulled his hand from behind his head and grabbed her by the wrist, her hand just about to make contact with his middle. He pulled it up and over her as he followed the movement through with his body, landing between her open legs.
Persephone gasped at his movement and pulled back her wrist, a painful sounding pop erupting as she did. She cried out from the pain, though Hades knew the injury healed itself as quickly as it happened.
Taking advantage of her distraction, he grabbed her by the other wrist, pinning both arms to the bed and holding her in place.
The singing paused at her cry and a quiet, muffled cheer echoed under the door before the crowd resumed, more elated and eager than before.
“That,” he drawled, “was rude.”
“You deserved it,” she said, struggling against his grip.
Still holding her wrists, Hades lifted himself off her, his elbows sinking into the bed. He dipped his head under his arm to bite the edge of the blanket between them, pulling it back toward him until there was a gap large enough to fit his head through.
He thrust his head under into the blanket, his hair covering his eyes, his nose grazing over her hips and stomach; down her thigh as he moved his head lower on her body.
She squirmed under his light touch, no longer trying to getting away from him, barely pushing against him or pulling at her wrists.
Slowly, he let the tip of his tongue replace his nose in tracing her body; up the inside of one thigh and down the other, across her stomach and hips, down to the slit at the apex of her legs. Slipping his tongue along it and then dipping it inside and circling as she gently rocked her hips up and down against him.
Letting go of one wrist, he slipped a finger under his chin as she touched his hair, gently dragging her nails along his scalp and pulling at the strands. His finger met with something hard protruding from her and he pulled back abruptly.
“What the—”
“MaDia.” Persephone pulled her fingers from his hair and reached under his head, her hand soft against his neck as she grasped the object and pulled it out. “I—” she blushed, “It’s not—I didn’t—”
“I know what anolisbosis, Persephone. No explanation needed,” Hades said, struggling to keep his voice level as he listened to the few gods that remained outside exclaiming at her abrupt cursing, theorizing what might be happening inside the room.
Persephone’s face fell at his expression, clearly able to tell he was holding back his laughter and embarrassed about it. She laid the smooth piece of phallic wood beside them and rubbed her eyebrows before flattening her hands on her face, strips of pink peeking at him from between her fingers.
Gently this time, Hades grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands from her reddened face. “I was laughing at their,” he nodded his head back to toward the door, “reaction to you cussing the way you did. I think you’ve already given them a better show than they were expecting, really.”
She laughed a little, her shoulders relaxing down from her ears, but embarrassment still stained her cheeks. So Hades shifted his weight to move away from her, giving her space. As he did, she grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him, pulling him down so their bare chests were pressed together.
Pushing a hand into her hair and holding her head to his, Hades deepened the kiss and slid his tongue along her lips. She’d let go of his face to roam his body, her hands trailing through the soft hair of his chest and down his arms. The light touch sending tiny sparks across his skin, heating where her fingers trailed.
The singing had started again, louder, the tempo picked up. The words slurred together in their drunken states, the harmonies falling flat as they lost the tune.
They were easily ignored.
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His mouth grazed across her cheek, stopping to lick down the side of her neck and bite her softly.
It was odd, the easy intimacy between them, the kissing and licking and sucking was nothing like when she was with Pelops. With him it had been quick and to-the-point, no dallying on kissing her anywhere but her mouth and never whatever Hades was currently doing with his free hand between her legs.
A warm, pleasant need traveled through her. Down her legs and up her back, forcing her to arch a little as she pressed her body up and against his. He smiled against her neck, biting the tender skin there and responding to her moans with rough, deep breaths of his own; his breath hot against her sensitive skin.
Just as the feeling was overwhelming her and she opened her mouth to let loose a guttural command for him to stop and do it already, he kissed her again. Hungrier than before, his hand roughly holding the back of her neck as he prodded his cock against her opening.
She whimpered against his mouth, the sound sending tiny vibrations between their lips. Their teeth clanked together as he smiled on her lips.
Then he was inside her, pushing roughly in with one long thrust, his mouth absorbing her initial scream, the shock at his sudden entrance swallowed down his throat.
He pulled himself out painfully slow, pushing back in before fully removing himself. With each thrust into her the bed shifted under them, slamming into the wall.
Hades reached an arm under her, grasping her waist tightly and holding her against him. Her hands were tangled in his hair, rubbing down his back and arms, feeling the godly muscles beneath his skin.
Before moving his hand back down and between them, Hades palmed her breast, rolling and pinching her nipple between his fingers, biting and licking the other.
