"Yes, master," Prometheus drawled a little sarcastically, because he was very bad at playing completely pliable, but he was smiling as he tugged Hades's trousers and underwear down just enough for his cock to spring free.

It tapped against his cheek, and he immediately leaned back, idly stroking his fingers over the length like it was his first time admiring it. As always, Hades looked lovely, and the grey in his pubes was more enticing than anything. Hades made going grey look sexy... even if Prometheus had a feeling he was the cause of said grey hairs half the time.

Then again, what did Hades expect, picking up a public menace at the local jail? As stressful and aggravating as he found Prometheus sometimes, he had a feeling that that was what drew Hades to him. He always kept him on his toes.

Finally, he leaned back in and took Hades into his mouth, his hand grasping his cock's base. He decided to go slow, just because, well, he wanted to be a little teasing, and he wanted Hades to demand him to be more aggressive. So, he lightly bobbed his head, slow, careful, his hand stroking what he didn't fit into his mouth in time with his bobbing.