Prometheus was content. He made soft, shameless noises into the deep kiss, squirming at the feel of Hades's large, calloused hand stroking his cock under his shorts. He'd flagged a little from leaving his erection unattended for so long, but it quickly perked right back up from his boyfriend's expert touch.
"Mn..." he grunted breathlessly when Hades broke the kiss to purr into his ear instead, mindlessly nuzzling at Hades's cheek as his toes curled, his lower back arching as arousal throbbed low and hot in his belly.
"I want..." he murmured dazedly, kissing Hades's cheek, then the corner of his mouth, "I want you, to, mm, draw it out. I really want you to just, fuckin' make me beg for it, handsome."
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"I always need hair of the dog," Prometheus muttered, a dark undercurrent to his tone. One that was quickly dropped when he focused on Hades's question of his crimes. He projected an air of feline smugness at that, mouth curled into a little grin.
"Oh, didn't you know?" he asked sweetly, "I would've thought the cops would've said something. That, uh, that 'rival' of Hyth's who got me nicked? Mmmm, I kinda got into loggerheads with him. He's very naughty, but he's good at hiding his naughty shit so he just slips out of things like an eel, but! You know what you do with slippery eels?"
Prometheus landed his fist into his open palm, something bright and vicious glittering in his gaze, "You smash them. So, that's what I did. I smashed his fucking face in, because he was going to do something very naughty and it would've upset Hythlodaeus, and that's unacceptable."
Yes. Hythlodaeus was a very thick, bold, red line in Prometheus's book. Anyone who messed with him = forfeited the right to exist in society. He really did go round to that rival's workplace and punch him straight up in the face - also suplexed him into a wheelie bin, that was great, but sadly the defence of 'that guy is an asshole and REALLY deserved it' didn't wash much with the police.
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"Mn..." he grunted breathlessly when Hades broke the kiss to purr into his ear instead, mindlessly nuzzling at Hades's cheek as his toes curled, his lower back arching as arousal throbbed low and hot in his belly.
"I want..." he murmured dazedly, kissing Hades's cheek, then the corner of his mouth, "I want you, to, mm, draw it out. I really want you to just, fuckin' make me beg for it, handsome."
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"I always need hair of the dog," Prometheus muttered, a dark undercurrent to his tone. One that was quickly dropped when he focused on Hades's question of his crimes. He projected an air of feline smugness at that, mouth curled into a little grin.
"Oh, didn't you know?" he asked sweetly, "I would've thought the cops would've said something. That, uh, that 'rival' of Hyth's who got me nicked? Mmmm, I kinda got into loggerheads with him. He's very naughty, but he's good at hiding his naughty shit so he just slips out of things like an eel, but! You know what you do with slippery eels?"
Prometheus landed his fist into his open palm, something bright and vicious glittering in his gaze, "You smash them. So, that's what I did. I smashed his fucking face in, because he was going to do something very naughty and it would've upset Hythlodaeus, and that's unacceptable."
Yes. Hythlodaeus was a very thick, bold, red line in Prometheus's book. Anyone who messed with him = forfeited the right to exist in society. He really did go round to that rival's workplace and punch him straight up in the face - also suplexed him into a wheelie bin, that was great, but sadly the defence of 'that guy is an asshole and REALLY deserved it' didn't wash much with the police.