Prometheus's pulse jumped when Hades forced a faster pace, a shiver trembling through him as anticipation rolled through him. He played it up a little, letting out a soft, tiny obscene noise as Hades's pulled his hair and forced his head to bob faster - not deeper, though. Prometheus decided to wait a bit for that.
His free hand dropped down to palm himself through his shorts, his hips clumsily rocking into the touch, too distracted by Hades's cock in his mouth to set up a real rhythm. Amazing how hard he was already, the front of his shorts a little damp from precum as he began to pant and moan around Hades's cock. Oh, this was fantastic. This was good. He could probably come from this alone, if Hades let him, just, sucking him off hard and fast, dry-humping against his own hand with his boyfriend's scent driving him into a lustful daze. He was utterly shameless in expressing that desire with very obscene, unrestrained noises.
That night when Prometheus met Hades - he'd been shameless then. Still a little drunk and wobbly, as well as sporting an impressive black eye from where he'd resisted his initial arrest, he probably didn't look like much when he was dragged out of his jail cell to meet his bailer.
Honestly, Prometheus had expected Hythlodaeus. He normally bailed him if he felt kind enough, though he tended to be sassy and exasperated with him for it. Instead, a vaguely familiar man with a handsome face Prometheus felt he should remember was waiting for him, and Prometheus, with no brain to mouth filter and cocky from far too much alcohol in his system, crowed; "Oh, wow, who's this handsome devil bailing me out? My new sugar daddy?"
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His free hand dropped down to palm himself through his shorts, his hips clumsily rocking into the touch, too distracted by Hades's cock in his mouth to set up a real rhythm. Amazing how hard he was already, the front of his shorts a little damp from precum as he began to pant and moan around Hades's cock. Oh, this was fantastic. This was good. He could probably come from this alone, if Hades let him, just, sucking him off hard and fast, dry-humping against his own hand with his boyfriend's scent driving him into a lustful daze. He was utterly shameless in expressing that desire with very obscene, unrestrained noises.
That night when Prometheus met Hades - he'd been shameless then. Still a little drunk and wobbly, as well as sporting an impressive black eye from where he'd resisted his initial arrest, he probably didn't look like much when he was dragged out of his jail cell to meet his bailer.
Honestly, Prometheus had expected Hythlodaeus. He normally bailed him if he felt kind enough, though he tended to be sassy and exasperated with him for it. Instead, a vaguely familiar man with a handsome face Prometheus felt he should remember was waiting for him, and Prometheus, with no brain to mouth filter and cocky from far too much alcohol in his system, crowed; "Oh, wow, who's this handsome devil bailing me out? My new sugar daddy?"
Like I said, no shame.