Prometheus made a low, discontented noise when he felt Hades flag a little - no doubt he got distracted thinking about something else again. If he were anyone else, that might've punctured his confidence somewhat, but instead it made him more determined as he stopped palming himself to focus a little more on his boyfriend.

Right.

He pulled off Hades's cock with a wet obscene noise, hooking his fingers into the waistbands of his boyfriend's trousers and underwear still lingering just below his hips. He started yanking, roughly pulling them down Hades's legs while shuffling back a bit to allow him room to do that. If he was going to get distracted, Prometheus was going to be just as equally distracting to draw his attention back.

Back then, he'd been the same. After Hades had handed him his card, Prometheus had pretty much shoved it into his short's pocket - that being the small inner pocket near the crotch, so it looked like he just rammed it down his underwear. Despite his drunken swaying and cocky smile, Prometheus was rational enough to try and stay somewhat alert around a potential stranger dragging him off to parts unknown.

"Ohhhh? I wouldn't mind coming with you," Prometheus sniggered at his dirty joke, and held his arm out, "Sure, sure! C'mon, handsome, lead me off! I can't walk straight, yanno."