Hades wasn’t about to deny such a request. He switched the vibrator on, sure to keep his lidded eyes on Prometheus’ face. He placed his hands on Prometheus’ chest, listening to the quiet vibrations from inside of Prometheus.
“Mm... so? How is it?”
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“Oh? What a risky life you lead. Some men get threatened by that sort of talk,” implying that he wasn’t one of them, at least. “Well. It’s late. You can wash up in my bathroom. Would you like a change of clothes?” Hades flipped the bed out of the couch, then went to gon find the spare set of bedding.
He had peeked through his, what, mask? And seen something else. He sort of wanted to pry the whole thing off now, but felt he should let the man rest.
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“Mm... so? How is it?”
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“Oh? What a risky life you lead. Some men get threatened by that sort of talk,” implying that he wasn’t one of them, at least. “Well. It’s late. You can wash up in my bathroom. Would you like a change of clothes?” Hades flipped the bed out of the couch, then went to gon find the spare set of bedding.
He had peeked through his, what, mask? And seen something else. He sort of wanted to pry the whole thing off now, but felt he should let the man rest.