Hades released Prometheus' ball from his mouth and licked a single, gentle trail up his cock. And then he pulled back to set Prometheus' bottom into his lap. Hades pressed his hand against Prometheus' abdomen, lazily stroking his pubes with his thumb.

"My, my. Will you even be able to stand it if I turn on the vibrator?" He massaged little circles into his groin muscles, just missing his cock by a ghost of a centimeter. "Perhaps we should just keep you like this for a while?" Hades' hands wandered up his body, feeling all the exquisite muscles just beneath his skin. His hands landed on Prometheus' clothes nipples where he began to pinch and tease them through the fabric.

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"Oh really?" Hytholadeus didn't really like to talk about his childhood. He'd heard offhand comments, moments of vulnerability while they drank together... But nothing too specific.

"...I met him in school. Well. I was enrolled, he wasn't. He just lived wherever he could... And that was often on my couch. We would sneak him into classes, which was easy enough, really. We may have forged a couple documents..." Hades began to laugh, recounting. "They did eventually find out, you know. But he'd shown so much more promise than anyone else that they just... Let him keep the credits and gave him a scholarship. He's an interesting fellow, isn't he?"

Hades' love for his friend was obvious in his tone.

"So. I have to ask, since you've been hitting on me all night... What makes you so sure that it's welcome?"