“Mm, isn’t it obvious? You should suck me off properly,” but Hades made no move to displace his clothes. The wait was tantalizing, after all. His underwear darkened as his precome soaked into the fabric. The light pressure of Prometheus’ lips and his beautiful face between his legs made the roiling heat in his belly throb.

Hades, too, felt that Prometheus was made for him. Easily bored, Hades often checked out of relationships that were too straightforward. His therapist pointed this out, but Hades decided that giving in to his impulses was simpler than trying to untangle his psyche. For him, there was no good without bad; no happiness without anger. Hades gripped Prometheus’ jaw to stare at him lovingly.

“You beautiful man; I love you. Unclasp my suspenders before I make a mess of myself just looking at you,” his voice was entirely unselfconscious in spite of the content of his pleas. Also he refused to set his wine glass down until it was finished... and chugging was uncouth.