"Yes, yes," Prometheus crooned, unable to stop himself from sounding teasingly patronising, "So patient you deserve a medal for it."

He discarded Hades's trousers over the edge of the bed, ignoring the quiet 'thmp' of them hitting the floor as he focused on Hades's underwear. It looked different, and he experimentally stroked his fingers over the front of them, feeling the difference with a thin layer of fabric between them. It was more curious than intentionally sexy, pressing his index finger against what felt like a natural dip, dampness already seeping through.

Well, there's the entrance, already feeling a bit wet.

Despite himself, he started to feel a little excited himself. His loose shorts did nothing to hide that, but he ignored it even if he did feel weirdly self-conscious about it. The last time he had an orgasm was... fuck. Before he went to Xerora. Unless Hades was involved in some way, his sexual appetite was non-existent, which meant he hadn't jerked off during this very prolonged dry spell. It hadn't bothered him before, but now...

He hooked his fingers into the underwear, tugging them off, his gaze fixated on what lay beneath.