When Hades ambled off to get food and clean up, Prometheus tried to regain control of his trembling limbs. He clumsily sat up against the headboard, grabbing one of the towels they rolled up in the bedside table's drawer for this exact purpose. He was absolutely caked in cum, enough that he felt a little embarrassed about it as he wiped the white streaks off his belly and thighs. The smell of musk and sex was thick, but Prometheus didn't have the energy to limp off to the bathroom to properly clean up. Hades would just have to deal with it.
By the time Hades came back, Prometheus had rearranged the pillows and duvet to let him sprawl drowsily while still remaining somewhat upright enough to eat. He watched his boyfriend with heavy-lidded eyes, looking very satiated and sleepy.
"Oh, I totally forgot about my wine..." he mumbled, staying still to let Hades put the tray of food on his lap. Ah, it smelled great - not that he expected anything else since he cooked it - though he noticed Hades gave him a really big portion. Was he trying to knock him into a food coma?
Not that he was going to protest. He was absolutely starving after getting his brains fucked out of him.
"Yeah, I'll have it," he said, picking up a slice of bread and giving Hades a pleased smile. He really did like being fussed on like this, heh, "You gonna eat here with me too, babe?"
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Prometheus gave Hades a shrewd look, dropping the dumb himbo act completely. An environmental impact estimate, huh...
"I'm twenty three," he said, uncurling from his little ball to swing his legs over the edge of the bed, "And I've been in jail, hm, several times."
Prometheus grinned wryly at that. Technically true... he went to juvie a few times, but that was for something other than climate protesting. No, that was from during the good ol' days of foster care, where Prometheus got into a few bits of trouble because... well, Hyth said he was just acting out, but truth was Prometheus was a goddamn fool with no impulse control.
"So, I can say with absolute certainty that my court date will definitely be after that two week deadline," he said cheerfully, kicking his legs a little childishly, "Especially if they start quibbling over whether or not my 'mental issues'," he signed quotation marks here, "Made me deck that asshole in the face. Not that I'd need two weeks to finish it anyways... gimme, like, five days and I'll be done."
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By the time Hades came back, Prometheus had rearranged the pillows and duvet to let him sprawl drowsily while still remaining somewhat upright enough to eat. He watched his boyfriend with heavy-lidded eyes, looking very satiated and sleepy.
"Oh, I totally forgot about my wine..." he mumbled, staying still to let Hades put the tray of food on his lap. Ah, it smelled great - not that he expected anything else since he cooked it - though he noticed Hades gave him a really big portion. Was he trying to knock him into a food coma?
Not that he was going to protest. He was absolutely starving after getting his brains fucked out of him.
"Yeah, I'll have it," he said, picking up a slice of bread and giving Hades a pleased smile. He really did like being fussed on like this, heh, "You gonna eat here with me too, babe?"
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Prometheus gave Hades a shrewd look, dropping the dumb himbo act completely. An environmental impact estimate, huh...
"I'm twenty three," he said, uncurling from his little ball to swing his legs over the edge of the bed, "And I've been in jail, hm, several times."
Prometheus grinned wryly at that. Technically true... he went to juvie a few times, but that was for something other than climate protesting. No, that was from during the good ol' days of foster care, where Prometheus got into a few bits of trouble because... well, Hyth said he was just acting out, but truth was Prometheus was a goddamn fool with no impulse control.
"So, I can say with absolute certainty that my court date will definitely be after that two week deadline," he said cheerfully, kicking his legs a little childishly, "Especially if they start quibbling over whether or not my 'mental issues'," he signed quotation marks here, "Made me deck that asshole in the face. Not that I'd need two weeks to finish it anyways... gimme, like, five days and I'll be done."