How expertly Prometheus worked him, how hypnotic his rhythm. In no time, Hades let his eyes close, the image of Prometheus deep throating him still crystal clear in his vivid imagination. He made an embarrassing sort of grunt that morphed into a high pitched cry as Prometheus buried more fingers inside of him. He couldn't last like this, his eyes opening to look at Prometheus one last time before rolling up as he came hard. He didn't... often play with his prostate, and he had forgotten how overwhelming the prostate-induced full-body orgasms were.

His legs came in tight around Prometheus' head in an involuntarily manner before releasing, entirely defenseless to Prometheus' onslaught.

"Oh... Prometheus," he finally managed to say, panting through his after glow. His elbow was thrown over his eyes. He was clearly overstimulated and loving it.

Was it really ten years ago, now?

"You need a lawyer because you will be going to court, because I would really prefer not to lose the money I put for your bail. Ah, so you have Hytholadeus' lawyer. She's very good. You'll be fine. And I might even see my money back," Hades sighed as he started to drive off from the precinct towards the heart of the city. There were more lights, more people... He couldn't help but glance at Prometheus every once in a while.

"Are you alright?"