Prometheus let out a rough cry when Hades manhandled him onto his side, his fingers scrabbling at the bed sheets under him as his boyfriend hoisted his leg over his shoulder, his weight sitting on his thigh trapped between him and the bed. The angle was- fuck.
Every firm, steady thrust made little stars dance behind his eyelids. They danced even brighter when Hades started playing with his nipple, unable to stop himself from clenching sporadically around his boyfriend's cock from the overstimulation. He felt like he was going to die - in an amazingly spectacularly good way - and strained, gasping words tumbled from his lips without thought.
"Please, please, please...!" he begged - for what, he didn't know, he just knew he wanted it, needed it, like breathing. He was clenching harder, faster, now, unable to stop, already rushing to the cusp of another, mind-blowing orgasm. He couldn't even be embarrassed at how quick it was coming - after being edged for so long before, it was an absolute fucking relief for this one to come in so fast.
"H-Hades, I-!" his warning stuttered in his throat, turning into a low, grunting groan better suited to a rutting animal as he clenched tight around Hades - and came. He came hard. Again.
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Prometheus watched Hades wander over to his aquarium, though he didn't know it was full of eels until the man coaxed them out with food. What kind of guy had a tank full of eels in his bedroom? This one, obviously. Prometheus couldn't help but think how weird it'd be, to have sex in front of all those eels though. Wait, why was he thinking about fucking in front of eels? You stop that, brain. That was weird, even for him.
Brushing that off as him being exhausted and hungover, he tuned back into the conversation, watching Hades without really focusing on him.
"When am I ever not careful or suspicious?" he asked teasingly, "I'll be fine, Hyth. I always am! I have the devil's luck."
Also, he was audacious, defiant, and not afraid to get his knuckles busted up to solve a very persistent problem. He'd like to see a guy who could one up him, no matter how many thugs he brought into a fight. Prometheus's current record was beating up ten in a oner and sending them fleeing with their tails between their legs. He could double that, easy.
"Also, I don't mind short jail time," he said, "Free food, a free bed, free workouts... oh, also, you meet some interesting people there." But, he was just teasing Hythlodaeus there, "Anyway, we can talk about it tomorrow. You sound kinda sleepy. I'll let you go to bed and I'll continue intruding on Hades's impeccable hospitality, okay?"
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Every firm, steady thrust made little stars dance behind his eyelids. They danced even brighter when Hades started playing with his nipple, unable to stop himself from clenching sporadically around his boyfriend's cock from the overstimulation. He felt like he was going to die - in an amazingly spectacularly good way - and strained, gasping words tumbled from his lips without thought.
"Please, please, please...!" he begged - for what, he didn't know, he just knew he wanted it, needed it, like breathing. He was clenching harder, faster, now, unable to stop, already rushing to the cusp of another, mind-blowing orgasm. He couldn't even be embarrassed at how quick it was coming - after being edged for so long before, it was an absolute fucking relief for this one to come in so fast.
"H-Hades, I-!" his warning stuttered in his throat, turning into a low, grunting groan better suited to a rutting animal as he clenched tight around Hades - and came. He came hard. Again.
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Prometheus watched Hades wander over to his aquarium, though he didn't know it was full of eels until the man coaxed them out with food. What kind of guy had a tank full of eels in his bedroom? This one, obviously. Prometheus couldn't help but think how weird it'd be, to have sex in front of all those eels though. Wait, why was he thinking about fucking in front of eels? You stop that, brain. That was weird, even for him.
Brushing that off as him being exhausted and hungover, he tuned back into the conversation, watching Hades without really focusing on him.
"When am I ever not careful or suspicious?" he asked teasingly, "I'll be fine, Hyth. I always am! I have the devil's luck."
Also, he was audacious, defiant, and not afraid to get his knuckles busted up to solve a very persistent problem. He'd like to see a guy who could one up him, no matter how many thugs he brought into a fight. Prometheus's current record was beating up ten in a oner and sending them fleeing with their tails between their legs. He could double that, easy.
"Also, I don't mind short jail time," he said, "Free food, a free bed, free workouts... oh, also, you meet some interesting people there." But, he was just teasing Hythlodaeus there, "Anyway, we can talk about it tomorrow. You sound kinda sleepy. I'll let you go to bed and I'll continue intruding on Hades's impeccable hospitality, okay?"