Hades drew an audible breath through his nose as Prometheus pressed his face against his clothed cock. God, what a good sight. He couldn’t help but get a rush from it, his cock responding in kind. Hades was a fairly blessed man... he had smarts, good taste, good looks, and a sizable and shapely cock.

Hades gently bucked his hips, tempted to unclasp his suspenders— but wanting to draw it out some more. After such a long, hot day, Hades’ natural musk was apparent. But it smelled incredible— it was as if the fabled human pheromone existed for him. The smell was strong and hypnotizing, he found.

Hades ran his hand through Prometheus’ hair, grabbing it gently to let him know just how aroused he was. This was one of the many reasons Hades never stayed mad. His other hand held his glass of wine and he just continued to drink it, thinking.

“If you’re still debating it, I have a couple ideas.” Hades’ cock twitched.