Prometheus relaxed when the vibrator stilled, taking that brief respite to collect himself a little. Then Hades started to thrust - gentle, slow movements that toed the line between sensitive and good. He bit his bottom lip, worrying it for a moment as his thighs squeezed around Hades's waist again.
"I'm, I'm good. Not too sensitive..." he groaned, his fingers curling against his boyfriend's shoulder blades. Each gentle thrust nudged the vibrator, pressing it against his prostate. He let out a heavy exhale, his head tipping back against the pillow as a low groan rumbled in the back of his throat. He felt hot - really hot - sticky with sweat and with cum staining his belly. But Hades was hard and thick inside of him - he really was ready for another go - and the gentle, rocking pace had Prometheus practically melting.
It toed the line. It really toed the line, knowing one too hard thrust or a too rough pace would tip it from pleasurable to discomforting in an instant, but Prometheus was a bit of a masochist, and he so loved Hades pushing him to his very limits. His legs tightened around Hades, pulling, clumsily trying to coax him to set a harder, deeper pace. His cock, still half-hard thanks to the cock ring, began to stiffen up against. He didn't even feel embarrassed about how quickly he was riled up again.
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Well, that definitely confirmed that Hades was indeed Hythlodaeus's friend, and not a disturbingly well-informed, rich stalker creep trying to murder him in his sleep or something.
"Yeah, it's Hades," Prometheus said, idly curling a lock of hair around his finger in a nervous gesture. He could see Hades watching him from the corner of his eye. He pulled his knees up to his chest, settling into a comfortable ball.
"Hm, really? 'Cuz he's wide awake right now, and he said he was looking for me 'cuz of you," Prometheus glanced over at Hades, unintentionally making eye contact. He quickly looked away, trying not to seem flustered, "Um, but yeah! Anyways, I was just calling so you didn't think that asshole, like, sent some goons to shank me and dump me in a ditch again. I'm alive."
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"I'm, I'm good. Not too sensitive..." he groaned, his fingers curling against his boyfriend's shoulder blades. Each gentle thrust nudged the vibrator, pressing it against his prostate. He let out a heavy exhale, his head tipping back against the pillow as a low groan rumbled in the back of his throat. He felt hot - really hot - sticky with sweat and with cum staining his belly. But Hades was hard and thick inside of him - he really was ready for another go - and the gentle, rocking pace had Prometheus practically melting.
It toed the line. It really toed the line, knowing one too hard thrust or a too rough pace would tip it from pleasurable to discomforting in an instant, but Prometheus was a bit of a masochist, and he so loved Hades pushing him to his very limits. His legs tightened around Hades, pulling, clumsily trying to coax him to set a harder, deeper pace. His cock, still half-hard thanks to the cock ring, began to stiffen up against. He didn't even feel embarrassed about how quickly he was riled up again.
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Well, that definitely confirmed that Hades was indeed Hythlodaeus's friend, and not a disturbingly well-informed, rich stalker creep trying to murder him in his sleep or something.
"Yeah, it's Hades," Prometheus said, idly curling a lock of hair around his finger in a nervous gesture. He could see Hades watching him from the corner of his eye. He pulled his knees up to his chest, settling into a comfortable ball.
"Hm, really? 'Cuz he's wide awake right now, and he said he was looking for me 'cuz of you," Prometheus glanced over at Hades, unintentionally making eye contact. He quickly looked away, trying not to seem flustered, "Um, but yeah! Anyways, I was just calling so you didn't think that asshole, like, sent some goons to shank me and dump me in a ditch again. I'm alive."