Ah, but Hades could not last past those consecutive pulls and contractions around his cock. He came for the second time, which was rare for him. He was unflatteringly and infamously a roll over and sleep after sex sort of man.

Well, he was always a roll over and sleep sort of man under any circumstances... Narcolepsy was difficult at the best of times.

Hades pulled out slowly with some difficulty. He finally shut off the vibrator and pulled it out by the wire. Thankfully it came easy, his cock was much larger than the vibrator. He wrapped the lubey mess in a nearby towel and set it aside.

Just to make his muscles spasm, he ran a finger along the underside of Prometheus’ oversensitive cock.

“Are you alright, dearest?”

... maybe he overdid it. He’d probably have to serve dinner now, wouldn’t he?

—

“Yeah, yeah. The jail time is definitely better than pleading insanity. I’ll contact you when I have it sorted with my lawyer. Oh yeah, did you know Hades is my ex? Anyway, goodnight.”

And he hung up.

Leaving Prometheus with just Hades and the eels. Hades pet his eels at the surface. They were remarkably... friendly for eels. He pulled his hand out, wiping it on a moist towelette and turned back to Prometheus.

“Jail time, then?” his voice was very neutral.