Prometheus couldn't help but lick at the damp spot growing at the front of Hades's underwear, not even bothering to fight down his smile when he was gently pulled away by firm fingers gripping his jaw. Hades was looking down at him like that, all hungry adoration and affection that made him want to melt.
He loved being wanted. He loved being loved. He loved being pampered and complimented and praised... he even loved being challenged and pushed and contradicted, and Hades expertly toed the thin line between those contrary desires of his. Hades brought the stick earlier, to try to make him better, and now here came the carrot...
"But, what if I want you to make a mess just by looking at me?" he asked with a sultry kind of mischief, even as his fingers started to unclasp the suspenders. The trousers were kind of getting in the way, so they had to go.
But, hm, making Hades come with minimal physical interaction, to entice him that much by visual stimulation alone... Prometheus wondered if he could do it. Probably, if he was patient enough. Unfortunately, he was notoriously impatient, especially in these things.
The suspenders clicked undone, and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Hades's underwear, thumbing the first few curls of his pubic hair peeking over the hem.
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He loved being wanted. He loved being loved. He loved being pampered and complimented and praised... he even loved being challenged and pushed and contradicted, and Hades expertly toed the thin line between those contrary desires of his. Hades brought the stick earlier, to try to make him better, and now here came the carrot...
"But, what if I want you to make a mess just by looking at me?" he asked with a sultry kind of mischief, even as his fingers started to unclasp the suspenders. The trousers were kind of getting in the way, so they had to go.
But, hm, making Hades come with minimal physical interaction, to entice him that much by visual stimulation alone... Prometheus wondered if he could do it. Probably, if he was patient enough. Unfortunately, he was notoriously impatient, especially in these things.
The suspenders clicked undone, and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Hades's underwear, thumbing the first few curls of his pubic hair peeking over the hem.