“Cute, but I’m the one in control here,” he said, even as Prometheus was undressing him. Hades glanced down. Was it this year he’d begun to sprout a few greys, even down there? At least Prometheus didn’t seem to mind. He kept everything meticulously groomed, even trimming his pubic hairs every week to just the right length. “And I already decided that I want to come in your mouth,” he combed his fingers through Prometheus’ hair, unable to stifle a grin.

“Get to it then, hmm?” He lifted a leg, placing his dress shoed foot on the coffee table. He certainly made himself comfortable with his ass in the corner of the seat, his arms around the rest and back of the couch.

They’d met, curiously, at a time that no one else would have thought to try to date Prometheus. Usually you bail your boyfriend out of jail, but you don’t use that as a pick up scenario... not that Hades’ purpose was so insidious as that. But he had gained his interest in a way that no one had before. ...It might have ruined things with his ex. Whatever.