Prometheus sat frozen for a good few seconds, watching Hades stand up and walk towards his bedroom, before he slowly moved to follow him. He felt nervous abruptly - Hades could definitely feel it, since he didn't bother hiding it - incredibly aware that his sexual prowess probably wasn't going to be all that good.
He hadn't given much thought to sex, recently. Hades had been too busy, and Prometheus too worried about other things, so they just... never did anything. It never seemed appropriate, or right, or something came up, or Prometheus had one of his stupid bad days where he couldn't even tolerate the gentlest of touches, or Hades was too exhausted, or they argued about Zodiark... so to have it dropped on him now, without warning, instantly put him on the back foot.
When they entered the bedroom, Prometheus lingered by the doorway. He could feel that familiar burning itch scratching against the inside of his ribs. The slivers of Terminus were picking up on his nerves and were being ornery because of it. He ignored it with a tired sort of experience.
"Um," he started, wincing at how uncertain he sounded, "We're... doing it now, then?"
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Prometheus sat frozen for a good few seconds, watching Hades stand up and walk towards his bedroom, before he slowly moved to follow him. He felt nervous abruptly - Hades could definitely feel it, since he didn't bother hiding it - incredibly aware that his sexual prowess probably wasn't going to be all that good.
He hadn't given much thought to sex, recently. Hades had been too busy, and Prometheus too worried about other things, so they just... never did anything. It never seemed appropriate, or right, or something came up, or Prometheus had one of his stupid bad days where he couldn't even tolerate the gentlest of touches, or Hades was too exhausted, or they argued about Zodiark... so to have it dropped on him now, without warning, instantly put him on the back foot.
When they entered the bedroom, Prometheus lingered by the doorway. He could feel that familiar burning itch scratching against the inside of his ribs. The slivers of Terminus were picking up on his nerves and were being ornery because of it. He ignored it with a tired sort of experience.
"Um," he started, wincing at how uncertain he sounded, "We're... doing it now, then?"