Prometheus stopped his squirming when Hades shifted to grip his wrists with one hand, understanding that his pleas were being answered despite his scattered wits. His cooperation was swiftly rewarded when he Hades finally pushed into him, nudging the buzzing vibrator so it was now solidly pressed up against his prostate, almost making his blow his load there and then.
"Ah!" he tossed his head back, gasping loudly as his hips twitched, caught between Hades inside of him, and Hades roughly jerking him off. It was a relief so intense it almost made him cry, and after a tense moment where he squirmed and arched and panted so quickly it almost sounded like sobbing, he came hard.
Fairly certain he died for a second there. His heart was thumping so frantically it felt ready to pop as he trembled from the overwhelming feelings. He faintly heard himself gasp out Hades's name, over and over, his thighs clenched tight around Hades's waist, clearly not ready to let go any time soon.
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Prometheus tried not to stare, really, but that bed was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. His gaze slid past Hades as he automatically took the offered phone, stepping awkwardly into the bedroom and clearly looking uncertain on where he was allowed to sit.
He decided to be polite - the guy was being nice to him, in a grumpy sort of way - and sat delicately near the edge of the 'pit' that held the bed in a low squat, pressing in Hythlodaeus's number (or, the beginning of it, as the phone automatically filled in the rest for him, Hades really did know him if he had him as a contact).
As the phone rang, Prometheus discreetly examined Hades, sprawled over his comfortable bed. He had quite a few scars... specific ones, and had a surprisingly fit body despite his horrible posture. Huh, a veteran, maybe? He didn't act like one.
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"Ah!" he tossed his head back, gasping loudly as his hips twitched, caught between Hades inside of him, and Hades roughly jerking him off. It was a relief so intense it almost made him cry, and after a tense moment where he squirmed and arched and panted so quickly it almost sounded like sobbing, he came hard.
Fairly certain he died for a second there. His heart was thumping so frantically it felt ready to pop as he trembled from the overwhelming feelings. He faintly heard himself gasp out Hades's name, over and over, his thighs clenched tight around Hades's waist, clearly not ready to let go any time soon.
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Prometheus tried not to stare, really, but that bed was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. His gaze slid past Hades as he automatically took the offered phone, stepping awkwardly into the bedroom and clearly looking uncertain on where he was allowed to sit.
He decided to be polite - the guy was being nice to him, in a grumpy sort of way - and sat delicately near the edge of the 'pit' that held the bed in a low squat, pressing in Hythlodaeus's number (or, the beginning of it, as the phone automatically filled in the rest for him, Hades really did know him if he had him as a contact).
As the phone rang, Prometheus discreetly examined Hades, sprawled over his comfortable bed. He had quite a few scars... specific ones, and had a surprisingly fit body despite his horrible posture. Huh, a veteran, maybe? He didn't act like one.