museboxofmuses | Obligatory College AU

Obligatory College AU

Prometheus groaned loud enough to wake the dead as he sprawled dramatically over the living room's sofa, his students' papers slipping out of his hand to scatter all over the carpet. Scrawled over the papers were a lot of red pen, and Prometheus's notoriously shit handwriting that was incomprehensible to all (including Prometheus himself).

His freshmen students were going to be the death of him.

"Not a single pass..." he grumbled, idly scratching at his bare stomach. It was a hot, summery weekend, so he was dressed accordingly (shorts and crop top obviously), but instead of getting to sun outside or do anything else fun, he had been stuck marking his students' papers for an unofficial 'end of term' test in preparation for their exams.

The freshmen did abysmally. Then again, they always did, but he always had at least one pass! Not this time! Ugh, the admins were going to start crawling up his ass again over this. They always did whenever more than 50% of his classes started failing, which was, uh, every term, really.

Prometheus pouted. It wasn't his fault that the students didn't understand basic and simple concepts!

He rolled onto his stomach, his arm dangling over the edge of the sofa, and morosely swatted at one of the papers littering the carpet. It wasn't just the admins, though. Hades was going to get on his case about this too. For some reason (Prometheus was blaming the admins), he started actually caring about how Prometheus taught his classes (probably because some of his students were under Prometheus's care, and they were a bunch of whiners who kept complaining about him to Hades). He'll be disappointed in him. Hades being disappointed in him was Awful.

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"Yes, master," Prometheus drawled a little sarcastically, because he was very bad at playing completely pliable, but he was smiling as he tugged Hades's trousers and underwear down just enough for his cock to spring free.

It tapped against his cheek, and he immediately leaned back, idly stroking his fingers over the length like it was his first time admiring it. As always, Hades looked lovely, and the grey in his pubes was more enticing than anything. Hades made going grey look sexy... even if Prometheus had a feeling he was the cause of said grey hairs half the time.

Then again, what did Hades expect, picking up a public menace at the local jail? As stressful and aggravating as he found Prometheus sometimes, he had a feeling that that was what drew Hades to him. He always kept him on his toes.

Finally, he leaned back in and took Hades into his mouth, his hand grasping his cock's base. He decided to go slow, just because, well, he wanted to be a little teasing, and he wanted Hades to demand him to be more aggressive. So, he lightly bobbed his head, slow, careful, his hand stroking what he didn't fit into his mouth in time with his bobbing.

Honestly, without Prometheus, he stressed himself out enough as it was. But Hades groaned low and soft as he watched the most beautiful man he had ever met bob between his legs. It was beyond erotic, it was a near religious sight for him. If only he could do something about those stupid “shirts” he wore. ...And the pace. He adjusted almost immediately and found himself placing a hand back into his hair.

“Prometheus,” he prompted, pushing his hair out of his face. “Properly,” he said, tangling his hand in his hair to drag him up and down the length of his cock more quickly. Not too far or hard, of course. He was domineering in bed, not mean.

The night they’d met was certainly interesting. Prometheus, having just been allowed to change back into his civilian clothes from the jumpsuit and being led to the front of the office where Hades stood. Perhaps he would look vaguely familiar— he was an acquaintance to the man who had had enough of Prometheus and rounded the cops up to remove him.

Prometheus's pulse jumped when Hades forced a faster pace, a shiver trembling through him as anticipation rolled through him. He played it up a little, letting out a soft, tiny obscene noise as Hades's pulled his hair and forced his head to bob faster - not deeper, though. Prometheus decided to wait a bit for that.

His free hand dropped down to palm himself through his shorts, his hips clumsily rocking into the touch, too distracted by Hades's cock in his mouth to set up a real rhythm. Amazing how hard he was already, the front of his shorts a little damp from precum as he began to pant and moan around Hades's cock. Oh, this was fantastic. This was good. He could probably come from this alone, if Hades let him, just, sucking him off hard and fast, dry-humping against his own hand with his boyfriend's scent driving him into a lustful daze. He was utterly shameless in expressing that desire with very obscene, unrestrained noises.

That night when Prometheus met Hades - he'd been shameless then. Still a little drunk and wobbly, as well as sporting an impressive black eye from where he'd resisted his initial arrest, he probably didn't look like much when he was dragged out of his jail cell to meet his bailer.

Honestly, Prometheus had expected Hythlodaeus. He normally bailed him if he felt kind enough, though he tended to be sassy and exasperated with him for it. Instead, a vaguely familiar man with a handsome face Prometheus felt he should remember was waiting for him, and Prometheus, with no brain to mouth filter and cocky from far too much alcohol in his system, crowed; "Oh, wow, who's this handsome devil bailing me out? My new sugar daddy?"

Like I said, no shame.

Hades glanced down at Prometheus. Even from this angle he could tell what he was doing and toyed with both options. If he let him come with his cock in his mouth, well that would just be hot, wouldn’t it? It would be over quickly... but they still had the test to think about.

He cursed himself. He really knew how to get distracted while he was trying to enjoy something, didn’t he? He pushed thoughts of academia, his career, his boyfriend’s very troubled career... all aside. If he kept up with this, he’d end up limp in Prometheus’ mouth. Which had happened too much for his liking lately already.

And now he was down a different mental rabbit hole. He felt himself flag somewhat.

Back then, Hades hadn’t known what to expect. He had certainly had expectations, but they had been of something else: a fierce environmentalist, a man with righteous fury, a rogue academic. Not... some drunk slut.

The officer told him that he’d best intended to take him right home and let him sober up. Honestly, Hades had imagined taking him out for a drink. Christ, what had he gotten himself into. He sighed, pulled a card from a dedicated metal case, and handed it to him. “...Devil, hm? You can call me Hades. You’re not to be alone until you’re sober, so I suppose you’re coming with me.”

Prometheus made a low, discontented noise when he felt Hades flag a little - no doubt he got distracted thinking about something else again. If he were anyone else, that might've punctured his confidence somewhat, but instead it made him more determined as he stopped palming himself to focus a little more on his boyfriend.

Right.

He pulled off Hades's cock with a wet obscene noise, hooking his fingers into the waistbands of his boyfriend's trousers and underwear still lingering just below his hips. He started yanking, roughly pulling them down Hades's legs while shuffling back a bit to allow him room to do that. If he was going to get distracted, Prometheus was going to be just as equally distracting to draw his attention back.

Back then, he'd been the same. After Hades had handed him his card, Prometheus had pretty much shoved it into his short's pocket - that being the small inner pocket near the crotch, so it looked like he just rammed it down his underwear. Despite his drunken swaying and cocky smile, Prometheus was rational enough to try and stay somewhat alert around a potential stranger dragging him off to parts unknown.

"Ohhhh? I wouldn't mind coming with you," Prometheus sniggered at his dirty joke, and held his arm out, "Sure, sure! C'mon, handsome, lead me off! I can't walk straight, yanno."

All of that definitely pulled him back to the present. He also nearly spilled his wine, but was able to adjust before annihilating his dress shirt. What was Prometheus pulling his trousers down like that for?

Oh, he was getting soft, wasn't he. Oops. Hades looked at Prometheus, wondering what he had in store for him. He should praise him, he felt. "Oh, so strong and energetic... What are you going to do to me?"

That fateful day, when he watched Prometheus seemingly ram his business card into his underwear, he couldn't help but be taken aback. And then the obvious come on. Which... In this context, was not even remotely arousing for him. Oh goddammit, what had he gotten himself into? He tentatively placed a hand on the other man's shoulder since the police were watching, leading him out.

Hades had a really nice car. He sort of worried that his bastard was going to throw up in it... But. There was no turning back now, especially if he ever wanted to see his bail money again. "Do you want to sit up or lay down? I have an apartment not too far from here."

Prometheus huffed quietly at the praise, but looked a little mollified now that he had Hades's attention again. He tossed the trousers and underwear somewhere over his shoulder (them landing messily on the coffee table) and leaned back in, smoothing his hands over Hades's thighs, pushing them apart.

"Hmm, I dunno. Maybe something like..." Prometheus slipped one hand away to dig under the sofa seat until- aha, he knew there was a bottle of lube hidden between the cushions there. He held the lube aloft with a cheeky smile, playfully shaking it from side to side, "This?"

He leaned in, his lips ghosting along the inside of Hades's thigh, not quite kissing, but still touching, glancing up at his boyfriend from beneath his fringe, "I can finger you as I blow you, or I can ride you, or you can fuck me... what catches your attention more, handsome?"

Really, Prometheus was a lot smoother now than back then. Honestly, he hadn't paid much attention to what he blurted out as he staggered out of the police station with Hades in tow, his good cheer stubbornly staying in place as his drunken, tired mind slowly realised that he was getting into a car with a virtual stranger and he didn't have his phone either, so he couldn't do his usual 'take a photo of the license plate and send to Hythlodaeus with the caption 'this is my murderer if I go missing'' tactic.

"Ah, m'good to sit up," Prometheus said, deeming it better to seem more alert than falling down exhausted like he really was, "You're taking me home, though? Not planning to, like, do anything weird to me, are you?"

Oh, that first one sounded awfully tantalizing. "Finger me," Hades said, reddening further in the cheeks. He finished his wine, settling the glass somewhere behind him on the floor. He didn't usually hand over his domination so easily, but it was clear he couldn't be trusted inside his own head at the moment.

Hades remembered that it had begun raining that night when he picked Prometheus up. "I'm not going to do anything to you. I was hoping, when I tracked you down that we might get a drink and talk about work."

Hades grimaced, letting him into the car and closing the door behind him. He got himself into the drivers' seat and looked across at the other man. "I could get you something to soak up that alcohol, though. You came so highly recommended from Hytholadeus, too..." he mumbled.

"Oho..." Prometheus made a low, crooning noise, "So, Hades wants to be spoiled tonight, mm?"

But that was something Prometheus was more than happy to do. He pressed a light kiss to Hades's thigh, gently teasing the sensitive skin with his teeth, before pulling away to squirt some lube onto his fingers. After a moment of consideration, he coaxed Hades to lift his leg, to rest it over one of Prometheus's broad shoulders as he scooted closer and more comfortably.

Content, Prometheus pressed his slick fingers against Hades's hole, gently rubbing and applying pressure as he slowly took Hades into his mouth. He bobbed his head, slowly regaining his earlier rhythm, his free hand grasping the base of his cock to stroke what he didn't fit into his mouth. He was still a little soft, but Prometheus made it work and started to ease a finger into him, hoping that'd perk him right back up.

Back then, it was a surprise to learn that the 'stranger' wasn't really a stranger at all, but a mutual acquaintance of Hythlodaeus! Prometheus had relaxed at that, his cheerful persona easing into something more honest - hungover and tired - and he slumped against Hades's door while slouched in his seat, cradling his head with one hand as he side-eyed the man.

"Nah, s'fine. I'm mostly soberish now," he muttered, "But you're one of Hyth's friends? Thank fuck. That means you're probably not another asshole trying to kidnap me again."

“Hmm, I deserve it,” he said with a catlike smile. Hades took in deeper and quicker breaths as Prometheus pulled his leg over his shoulder and played with all his sensitive parts. He loved being pampered and spoiled, but Prometheus put him in a special, dominating mood.

And perk up he did as soon as Prometheus took him into his mouth and slid his finger up against Hades’ prostate. All his worries and thoughts melted away against the pressure and bliss of Prometheus’ ministrations. Hades let his head fall to the side, his eyes still on Prometheus as he gently moved his hips.

Back then—

“Again?!” What kind of life did this guy lead? “I work at the same firm as Hytholadeus, notable rival to the one that had you put behind bars tonight. You need to be careful...” but he was careful after a fashion, wasn’t he? His whole demeanor shifted once he learned who he was. It seemed like Prometheus wanted to be underestimated.

It seemed like it wasn’t totally working out for him. His exasperation was palpable. “Do you have a lawyer?”

Prometheus purred happily when he felt Hades stiffen back up in his mouth, rewarding him by pressing in a second and third finger. He moved them in a firm, steady rhythm, delighting at how Hades's muscles would clench and relax with each thrust, the taste of precum heavy on his tongue.

Boldly, Prometheus shifted his hand from the base of Hades's cock to lightly press against his hip, bobbing his head to deepthroat until his nose was pressed against those grey-speckled pubes, swallowing thickly before pulling back all the way to the head - briefly to catch his breath - pressing his tongue against the slit, before doing it all over again. His throat was probably going to be sore as hell after this, but worth it.

It was kinda tricky keeping this up - there were a lot of moving parts to this after all - but he managed.

Back then-

"What'd I need a lawyer for?" Prometheus grouched, massaging his forehead before straightening up in his seat. He flashed a cocky smile Hades's way, "Hyth will take care of all that stuff. He usually does!"

Hythlodaeus, after all, was jokingly referred to as Prometheus's 'sugar daddy' with how much he looked after him in multiple ways. Except sex, because that would be weird considering Prometheus considered him like an older brother. But the pampering and being spoiled was very nice all the same.

How expertly Prometheus worked him, how hypnotic his rhythm. In no time, Hades let his eyes close, the image of Prometheus deep throating him still crystal clear in his vivid imagination. He made an embarrassing sort of grunt that morphed into a high pitched cry as Prometheus buried more fingers inside of him. He couldn't last like this, his eyes opening to look at Prometheus one last time before rolling up as he came hard. He didn't... often play with his prostate, and he had forgotten how overwhelming the prostate-induced full-body orgasms were.

His legs came in tight around Prometheus' head in an involuntarily manner before releasing, entirely defenseless to Prometheus' onslaught.

"Oh... Prometheus," he finally managed to say, panting through his after glow. His elbow was thrown over his eyes. He was clearly overstimulated and loving it.

Was it really ten years ago, now?

"You need a lawyer because you will be going to court, because I would really prefer not to lose the money I put for your bail. Ah, so you have Hytholadeus' lawyer. She's very good. You'll be fine. And I might even see my money back," Hades sighed as he started to drive off from the precinct towards the heart of the city. There were more lights, more people... He couldn't help but glance at Prometheus every once in a while.

"Are you alright?"

Prometheus felt Hades start to tense up, and he pulled back to the head - just in time for Hades to come hard into his mouth. He swallowed, grunting when Hades's legs clamped around his head briefly before relaxing, suckling for a little longer on the tip of his cock to make sure he got everything before pulling off.

He kept his fingers curled inside of him, though, very gently nudging his boyfriend's prostate as he looked up at Hades flushed and panting - it was rare to catch him like this. He normally liked putting up a good front, especially if he was making Prometheus into an absolute mess. Prometheus hummed in satisfaction, pressing a light kiss to Hades's stomach.

"Did I do good?" he asked teasingly, doing one last press against Hades's prostate before pulling his fingers out, wiping them clean on his shorts.

Back then-

"Hm?"

Prometheus had drifted into an odd kind of silence as Hades drove off, his eyes squinted against the glare of light. Clearly lost in his thoughts, he refocused on Hades and hitched up another smile. He found that people tended to be a lot more comfortable if he projected a friendly air - and they lowered their guard too. This was Hythlodaeus's friend (?), so maybe he didn't have to play the fool but... well, habits were hard to break.

"Oh, yes! I'm fantastic," he hummed, "I'm not in jail anymore, I'm in some handsome guy's car who's driving me... wherever, everything is peachy. Totally fine."

Ah, did that come across as sarcastic?

It took Hades another moment to speak. His eyes fluttered open and he shifted forward to put his arms around Prometheus' shoulders. He rested his head against his boyfriend, still steadying his breaths. "You did really good," he kissed his neck and ran his fingers though Prometheus' hair.

He felt like he could doze off, right at that moment.

"Oh, what am I to do with you?" It was a vague little question, coming in at the end of Hades' regaining his senses properly.

Back then-

Hades took it as full tilt sarcasm. What, he couldn't just check his GPS? Then again, when he looked over him, he wasn't holding a phone, nor did he have anywhere to even stash one. He could understand his reluctance.

Hades sighed through his nose, reached into his coat pocket, and fished out his phone. He unlocked it with a thumbprint and handed it over. He gave the phone butler a command and asked it to route to "home". The phone complied easily, pulling up a map of where they were and where they would be.

"That's where we're going. If you'd like to call anyone, be my guest. If you would prefer we go to Hytholadeus', we can do that, too... I suppose we could even go to your place, but I would like to keep an eye on you. Do you have any idea how expensive your bail was?"

Ah, there it was. The fussing.

Prometheus made a happy little noise, returning the hug and tilting his head at the kiss to his neck. There was definitely a bit of smug satisfaction there - Hades definitely enjoyed that.

"Pamper me," Prometheus purred back, squirming closer so he pretty much bullied his way onto Hades's lap. He was like some overgrown cat demanding attention, lightly nuzzling at Hades's jaw and pawing at him.

Back then--

"Heh, very?" Prometheus said with mock-sheepishness, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. His eyes were sharp when he glanced over the map on Hades's phone, taking a mental snapshot of the route and location.

It was pretty close to his home.

He relaxed, slouching back against the car door, "I'm fine with going to yours. Have a few drinks, take a nap... I'll call Hyth in the morning..."

Prometheus's gaze slid over to Hades, his smile gaining a wry edge, "So, why did you bail me out, handsome? You owe Hyth a favour or something?"

“Hmm, alright,” he said with a doting tone, his hand slipping from his shoulder to Prometheus’ chest, petting him down to his ridiculous short fronts. He rubbed him through his shorts there before reaching in through the leg to find an unclothed cock. Hades used his other hand to pull Prometheus by the shoulder into a deep kiss.

As heavy as Prometheus was with muscle, Hades always liked having him in his lap. And he did act rather like a cat. It was a cute affectation that he would have found annoying on anyone else. He broke the kiss to whisper against his ear, “Would you like to come in my lap, or do you want something else?”

—

“Need the hair of the dog already?” Hades raised his eyebrows, glancing over. “And besides, I’m sure he’ll visit me in the morning anyway. I want to stand him up for coffee in person.”

“Oh no, nothing like that. If anything, he’s the one who is always owing me. I don’t think he knew you’d been arrested when he told me to go find you. Ten-thousand dollars. What did you do?”

Prometheus was content. He made soft, shameless noises into the deep kiss, squirming at the feel of Hades's large, calloused hand stroking his cock under his shorts. He'd flagged a little from leaving his erection unattended for so long, but it quickly perked right back up from his boyfriend's expert touch.

"Mn..." he grunted breathlessly when Hades broke the kiss to purr into his ear instead, mindlessly nuzzling at Hades's cheek as his toes curled, his lower back arching as arousal throbbed low and hot in his belly.

"I want..." he murmured dazedly, kissing Hades's cheek, then the corner of his mouth, "I want you, to, mm, draw it out. I really want you to just, fuckin' make me beg for it, handsome."

--

"I always need hair of the dog," Prometheus muttered, a dark undercurrent to his tone. One that was quickly dropped when he focused on Hades's question of his crimes. He projected an air of feline smugness at that, mouth curled into a little grin.

"Oh, didn't you know?" he asked sweetly, "I would've thought the cops would've said something. That, uh, that 'rival' of Hyth's who got me nicked? Mmmm, I kinda got into loggerheads with him. He's very naughty, but he's good at hiding his naughty shit so he just slips out of things like an eel, but! You know what you do with slippery eels?"

Prometheus landed his fist into his open palm, something bright and vicious glittering in his gaze, "You smash them. So, that's what I did. I smashed his fucking face in, because he was going to do something very naughty and it would've upset Hythlodaeus, and that's unacceptable."

Yes. Hythlodaeus was a very thick, bold, red line in Prometheus's book. Anyone who messed with him = forfeited the right to exist in society. He really did go round to that rival's workplace and punch him straight up in the face - also suplexed him into a wheelie bin, that was great, but sadly the defence of 'that guy is an asshole and REALLY deserved it' didn't wash much with the police.

“As you wish,” Hades said as he secured Prometheus in his grasp and stood, carrying his densely muscled boyfriend with some effort. He was pretty strong still, but nothing like when he was in his 20s. Whatever, Prometheus didn’t even know him back then. He took him to the bedroom. It was furnished very sleek and minimalist— very fashionable, really. The colors were all harmoniously matched; neutrals and dark colors with little bright splashes here and there.

He tossed Prometheus onto the bed for his own amusement, chuckling at the way he bounced. Hades then finally stripped the rest of his clothes off, looking Prometheus in the eye all the while. And then he removed his shoes as inconspicuously as possible. His skin still glistened with fresh sweat and his hair stuck to his forehead. Though it took him longer to “recover” these days, he was sporting a half-hard on that he fluffed a little for Prometheus’ benefit.

Hades knelt on the bed, hovering over Prometheus as he started putting a plan together behind those clever golden eyes. He reached for Prometheus’ waistband, pulling the athletic shorts off of his body. He then seemed to be hit with a wonderful idea. He stood, walked over to the naughty drawer and began to sort through his options.

“Close your eyes,” he said, his back to Prometheus as he gathered the proper toys.

—

“You know, and I should have expected this; Hythe really did neglect to mention that you’re out of your fucking mind,” he said this, but he smiled widely at the mental image. “That guy’s a bastard and deserves a beating, surely... And everyone knows he’s never up to any good. Do you think he’ll watch out for you in the future? Hythe’s lawyer is wonderful but I don’t know if you can escape the jail time for assault...”

A bit of whimsy captured him. “And this is far beside the point, but I rather like eels. I have a few in my aquarium at home. They’re very relaxing to watch.”

Hades turned a corner, moving closer towards an absolute monster of a sky scraper. It was a new installment that stirred up some controversy about changing the skyline, but it was eventually approved. It was put up fast, even for the standards of their city. He clicked a button on a little box attached to his sun visor and the gates before then opened up. He drove in and parked neatly in the single available spot.

“You know, there are other ways to torture him that don’t involve you getting arrested. What’s Hythe going to say? Honestly... He’ll probably be pleased.”

Prometheus squeaked when he was tossed onto the bed, emphasising his bouncing with a little laugh of his own before he settled, sprawling out and getting himself comfortable as Hades stripped off. He watched his boyfriend with heavy-lidded eyes, his fingers idly stroking over his stomach and thumbing the few dark curls of his happy trail that peeked over his shorts' waistband - until Hades approached.

"Mm? You're gonna gimme a surprise?" he purred softly, obediently closing his eyes as Hades went to the naughty drawer, tapping his fingers against his hipbone in an effort to hold off touching himself. His cock was so hard, and he was so wound up, there was a part of him that demanded immediate gratification, but patience was key, here.

-

"Oh, yeah, I'm absolutely crazy," Prometheus agreed, not even batting an eye at that.

He went quiet as they approached the skyscraper - ah, yeah, he knew this one. The super controversial one - taking in their approach vector as they went up to the gates of the private parking lot, and eventually went inside.

"Eheh, Hyth will find it funny," he giggled, kicking his feet a little as he unbuckled his seat belt, "You know, he's actually a bad influence! He hides it behind that handsome, gentle face of his, is all."

Once Ptometheus’ eyes were closed, Hades got back on the bed, sitting to Prometheus’ right. He eased a cockring down Prometheus’ length, admiring its handsome shape. He shifted to sit between his legs and lifted a knee onto his shoulder. Then came the cold wetness of the lube against his entrance with... not Hades’ fingers? Something else, smooth and rounded. Hades pushed it all the way in. It was fairly short, but... it had a cord. A vibrator, then?

Hades leaned down to press his face against Prometheus’ inner thigh. He tongued at his sack, then pulled one of his balls into his mouth, gently sucking and pulling. His hands were pressed hard against the underside of Prometheus’ thighs, lifting his hips slightly off the bed.

—

“How... when did you meet Hytholadeus?! I’ve always heard about you, but... Well, I got a different first impression. Let’s say that.” Hades hauled himself out of the car and made his way around the car to stand next to Promerheus. “Well, shall we? It’s just a ride up that elevator.”

Thinking about it, he groaned and pressed a few fingers to his temples. “Hythe is an absolute menace of a friend. I can’t even count the number of weird projects and problems he has foisted upon me in all the time I’ve known him.” Hades huffed. “Bastard.” He frowned, but it felt like the sort of resigned acceptance. And he must have gotten some sort of enjoyment or satisfaction in it all.

Hades led them into the glass elevator and pulled out a black card with a magnetic strip. He slid it into the slot in the wall above all the floor numbers. Immediately, the door closed and began to raise them up through the garage and basement. In just seconds, the glass back wall gave way from the concrete shaft to a stunning view of the city. Well, unless you were scared of heights.

And they were going all the way up.

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Prometheus made a little noise right in the back of his throat when he felt the cock ring slip on, his hands immediately clutching at the bed sheet underneath him. It was a struggle to keep his eyes closed, to feel Hades manipulate his body and press- aah, what was that? Oh, a vibrator, definitely, slightly cool and slippery from lube. Hades pushed it all the way inside, and he shivered, keenly aware of its presence and trying not to get overly excited.

"Oh, fuck," he gasped when Hades leaned in between his legs and really got to work, his hips being pushed off the bed from strong hands pressing hard against his thighs. His fingers unthinkingly clenched and relaxed, nails audibly scratching against the sheets, one leg restlessly lifting and bending and shifting. It was a little embarrassing, but just that was enough to very nearly bring him into the edge, he was that wound up.

"Hades..." he panted, his lower back arching as a tremor went through his thighs, "Fuck."

-

Luckily, Prometheus wasn't afraid of heights, and took in the view a the elevator made its steady way up - probably to the very top. Despite his drunken persona, he had been examining Hades, and he concluded he was probably very, very rich, and liked living in comfort. Not quite flaunting it, but definitely not humble either.

It was when the elevator was midway up that he answered Hades's question, "I've known Hyth since we were kids. Grew up in the same foster house," he said blithely, tucking a loose lock of hair behind his ear. He smiled a little fondly, "I guess you can say he's like my brother? Ahaha..."

Hades released Prometheus' ball from his mouth and licked a single, gentle trail up his cock. And then he pulled back to set Prometheus' bottom into his lap. Hades pressed his hand against Prometheus' abdomen, lazily stroking his pubes with his thumb.

"My, my. Will you even be able to stand it if I turn on the vibrator?" He massaged little circles into his groin muscles, just missing his cock by a ghost of a centimeter. "Perhaps we should just keep you like this for a while?" Hades' hands wandered up his body, feeling all the exquisite muscles just beneath his skin. His hands landed on Prometheus' clothes nipples where he began to pinch and tease them through the fabric.

--

"Oh really?" Hytholadeus didn't really like to talk about his childhood. He'd heard offhand comments, moments of vulnerability while they drank together... But nothing too specific.

"...I met him in school. Well. I was enrolled, he wasn't. He just lived wherever he could... And that was often on my couch. We would sneak him into classes, which was easy enough, really. We may have forged a couple documents..." Hades began to laugh, recounting. "They did eventually find out, you know. But he'd shown so much more promise than anyone else that they just... Let him keep the credits and gave him a scholarship. He's an interesting fellow, isn't he?"

Hades' love for his friend was obvious in his tone.

"So. I have to ask, since you've been hitting on me all night... What makes you so sure that it's welcome?"

Prometheus grunted loudly when Hades eased off - frustratingly, but probably wisely. Even with the cock ring, he felt close, his abdominals clenching and quivering beneath Hades's hand as his thumb lazily stroked his happy trail. He felt hot, beads of sweat tickling the creases of his joints, and he exhaled shakily, clearly trying to calm himself down.

"I'm..." he started breathlessly, only to cut himself off with a tense whine when Hades's hands teased up his body, warm and perfect and making him arch to the touch, ass pressing down against Hades's lap. When Hades started playing with his nipples, Prometheus gasped.

He was really sensitive there. Hades knew he was really sensitive there, and with the added sensation of the tank top's fabric rubbing and catching against his pert nipples, it drove him fucking insane. He threw an arm over his eyes, fingers clenched as he panted shortly, legs twitching and toes curling with every teasing pinch.

"Fucking god," he whimpered, his muscles clenching - and with each clench, he was aware of that vibrator buried deep inside of him. If it moved a little, it could - it could press up against his prostate, but it wouldn't, unless it was on and, god, the groan he let out was absolutely obscene at that thought.

"Please, please turn it on," he gasped, still hiding his eyes behind his arm, flushed bright red from his shameless begging, "Please."

-

Prometheus gave Hades an unreadable look. Ah, so this was the guy that Hythlodaeus dramatically called 'his saviour'. Really, he was the guy who helped him sneak into university and get him a legitimate degree, rather than physically saving him, but if it weren't for him, Hythlodaeus would have struggled to gain his scholarship needed for his dreams, and the both of them might still be...

He was about to genuinely thank him for that - drop his clownish act to express his gratitude for giving Hythlodaeus a chance where others overlooked him because of his less than stellar origins - only to pause at the curveball Hades tossed him.

"Eh? Welcome?" Prometheus leaned back on his heels, blinking rapidly, "Well, you haven't told me to stop, and, it's, uh, just what I do, when I meet handsome guys."

Also, Prometheus found it easier to hide behind the facade of airheaded 'himbo'. He tried playing the role of child genius, and found it empty and stressful. It was better for everyone to think him as stupid and not put forth any expectations whatsoever, and nothing cemented that first impression than coming across as a floozy. Even if he wasn't... really that promiscuous. The amount of people he slept with he could count on one hand.

Hades wasn’t about to deny such a request. He switched the vibrator on, sure to keep his lidded eyes on Prometheus’ face. He placed his hands on Prometheus’ chest, listening to the quiet vibrations from inside of Prometheus.

“Mm... so? How is it?”

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“Oh? What a risky life you lead. Some men get threatened by that sort of talk,” implying that he wasn’t one of them, at least. “Well. It’s late. You can wash up in my bathroom. Would you like a change of clothes?” Hades flipped the bed out of the couch, then went to gon find the spare set of bedding.

He had peeked through his, what, mask? And seen something else. He sort of wanted to pry the whole thing off now, but felt he should let the man rest.

Hades's answer was a low, breathless whine, Prometheus turning his head to the side to press his cheek against the pillow. The vibrator was in the perfect spot - just barely touching his prostate, so it wasn't too much too fast - and he restlessly squirmed and shifted, panting loudly as his pleasure... just about plateaued.

It was a sweet kind of torture, being on the very edge of orgasm but not - quite - getting - there. He mindlessly grasped at Hades's wrist, if only to fight the urge to touch himself and ruin everything before he even got started, and dazedly blinked his eyes open.

"S'good," he breathed, very belatedly at that, his cheeks flushed and his fringe sticking to his forehead from sweat, "I'm almost... nnh, I really wanna come, but..."

His free hand fisted into the bed sheet under him, but it was clear from how it shook that it was taking every scrap of willpower he possessed not to start jerking off.

-

Prometheus huffed out something arguably called a laugh. Oh, he knew men got threatened by that. He knew that very well, from personal experience.

However, he noted that phrasing. 'Some men'. Hm, so, perhaps Hades was...?

"Nah, I can just sleep in my underwear," he said flippantly, "Er, if I'm wearing them..."

He actually checked, pulling at the waistband of his shorts to see, that, yup, he was wearing his briefs. Well, he supposed it was fortunate he didn't decide it was a jockstrap day, huh? That'd be awkward to sleep in in some stranger's home...

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