Hades decided that he would allow himself to enjoy this for a time. He had trouble resisting Prometheus, which is how they got together anyway. It was inappropriate then, and it was inappropriate now. At least Hades tried to keep it that way. “As long as you don’t make me spill my drink,” he said with a wicket smile. His crows feet crinkled as he took a sip, letting his eyes fall over Prometheus’ form.

“Hmm, have you been working out?” He asked facetiously. Of course Prometheus worked out. He was the jockiest scientist he’d ever met. Hades spread his legs a bit without thinking about it, giving his burgeoning erection some room.

“So...” he purred. “What will tonight’s entertainment be?” He didn’t bother to move the blanket yet. He was too comfy. May as well replace the sensation in a one in, one out in sort of way.