Prometheus felt Hades start to tense up, and he pulled back to the head - just in time for Hades to come hard into his mouth. He swallowed, grunting when Hades's legs clamped around his head briefly before relaxing, suckling for a little longer on the tip of his cock to make sure he got everything before pulling off.

He kept his fingers curled inside of him, though, very gently nudging his boyfriend's prostate as he looked up at Hades flushed and panting - it was rare to catch him like this. He normally liked putting up a good front, especially if he was making Prometheus into an absolute mess. Prometheus hummed in satisfaction, pressing a light kiss to Hades's stomach.

"Did I do good?" he asked teasingly, doing one last press against Hades's prostate before pulling his fingers out, wiping them clean on his shorts.

Back then-

"Hm?"

Prometheus had drifted into an odd kind of silence as Hades drove off, his eyes squinted against the glare of light. Clearly lost in his thoughts, he refocused on Hades and hitched up another smile. He found that people tended to be a lot more comfortable if he projected a friendly air - and they lowered their guard too. This was Hythlodaeus's friend (?), so maybe he didn't have to play the fool but... well, habits were hard to break.

"Oh, yes! I'm fantastic," he hummed, "I'm not in jail anymore, I'm in some handsome guy's car who's driving me... wherever, everything is peachy. Totally fine."

Ah, did that come across as sarcastic?