Prometheus felt goosebumps prickle over his skin from the air conditioning - and from something else, when he glimpsed how much Hades had undressed under his blanket. He hooked a thumb into the waistband of his shorts (the form-fitting ones that said NASTY along the ass, incidentally), idly pushing it down a fraction enough that the jut of his hip bone peeked into view.

"Oh? I get to pick? That's really generous of you," Prometheus purred, his gaze heavy-lidded as he slowly started to smile. It was pretty obvious what his decision was going to be.

"I think I'll entertain you, babe," he said, stepping close enough that he could rest one knee on the edge of the sofa next to Hades's thigh, just one move away from straddling his lap. This was more like what he'd been hoping for when Hades came home, and he barely managed to contain himself as he leaned in that little more, almost looking like a dog overeager to please its master, metaphorical tail wagging.