Hades shifted his grip to hold both of Prometheus’ wrists in one hand. This, of course, was an act of consent. Hades was strong, but not so overwhelming that he could hold Prometheus down with one hand... Even if he’d been holding his arms over his head for several minutes and they were likely a little gooey by now.
Hades lubricated himself and began to press into Prometheus. He didn’t go far, just enough to push the vibrator up as he grasped Prometheus’ cock and jerked it roughly.
—-
Hades was still awake, of course. Just under his comforter and in his boxers, the rest of his clothes stripped off and hung up or tossed into his laundry basket.
He rolled over, taking the blanket with him over his shoulders as he answered the door. He opened it, looking down at Prometheus. He couldn’t stifle a smile. He really did look cute in his clothes, being just a bit too big. Ah, he’d been distracted, but he noticed now that he had handed him a military forces shirt. Hm. Oh well.
He handed Prometheus the phone and motioned that he could come sit in his room if he liked. His room was peculiar in that the bed was in a pit, of sorts. One could just stumble into the room and fall flat directly into a bed. ... The entire apartment’s layout would have had to compensate for that much of the floor being raised. Hades walked back over to his bed and floumped down into it.
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Hades lubricated himself and began to press into Prometheus. He didn’t go far, just enough to push the vibrator up as he grasped Prometheus’ cock and jerked it roughly.
—-
Hades was still awake, of course. Just under his comforter and in his boxers, the rest of his clothes stripped off and hung up or tossed into his laundry basket.
He rolled over, taking the blanket with him over his shoulders as he answered the door. He opened it, looking down at Prometheus. He couldn’t stifle a smile. He really did look cute in his clothes, being just a bit too big. Ah, he’d been distracted, but he noticed now that he had handed him a military forces shirt. Hm. Oh well.
He handed Prometheus the phone and motioned that he could come sit in his room if he liked. His room was peculiar in that the bed was in a pit, of sorts. One could just stumble into the room and fall flat directly into a bed. ... The entire apartment’s layout would have had to compensate for that much of the floor being raised. Hades walked back over to his bed and floumped down into it.