Prometheus's experience with vaginas were firmly in the academic side of things - and, for a brief period of time, personal when he was still a child and it was a thing that was simply part of his body, when he was still in that stage of self-discovery.

He climbed onto the bed once Hades was comfortable, settling between his spread knees.

"You're so impatient," he chided playfully, feeling a bit of his old self bubbling up as he leaned in, thumbing at the button on the front of Hades's trousers before popping it undone. This was something he had done countless times, over and over, yet, something about it felt like it was the first time all over again. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, carefully tugging just the trousers down, noting the immediate difference in both underwear and how said underwear... appeared.