Once Ptometheus’ eyes were closed, Hades got back on the bed, sitting to Prometheus’ right. He eased a cockring down Prometheus’ length, admiring its handsome shape. He shifted to sit between his legs and lifted a knee onto his shoulder. Then came the cold wetness of the lube against his entrance with... not Hades’ fingers? Something else, smooth and rounded. Hades pushed it all the way in. It was fairly short, but... it had a cord. A vibrator, then?

Hades leaned down to press his face against Prometheus’ inner thigh. He tongued at his sack, then pulled one of his balls into his mouth, gently sucking and pulling. His hands were pressed hard against the underside of Prometheus’ thighs, lifting his hips slightly off the bed.

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“How... when did you meet Hytholadeus?! I’ve always heard about you, but... Well, I got a different first impression. Let’s say that.” Hades hauled himself out of the car and made his way around the car to stand next to Promerheus. “Well, shall we? It’s just a ride up that elevator.”

Thinking about it, he groaned and pressed a few fingers to his temples. “Hythe is an absolute menace of a friend. I can’t even count the number of weird projects and problems he has foisted upon me in all the time I’ve known him.” Hades huffed. “Bastard.” He frowned, but it felt like the sort of resigned acceptance. And he must have gotten some sort of enjoyment or satisfaction in it all.

Hades led them into the glass elevator and pulled out a black card with a magnetic strip. He slid it into the slot in the wall above all the floor numbers. Immediately, the door closed and began to raise them up through the garage and basement. In just seconds, the glass back wall gave way from the concrete shaft to a stunning view of the city. Well, unless you were scared of heights.

And they were going all the way up.