Hades made an irritated little sound, but he was earnestly excited that Prometheus was into this enough to tease him.
"You joke, but I think I do," he said, hands over the buttons of his shirt. He made no particular move, but he figured he could take it off by the time Prometheus was really touching him.
Hades made a couple of soft gasps feeling those familiar hands do unfamiliar things to him.
Hades followed Prometheus' gaze down himself, his cheeks warming. He had some trimmed white hair above all of it, a rather prominent clitoris (Hades figured he'd make this easier for both of them), and the folds already slick with his excitement. It was all very neat-looking, in its own way. Everything was so... symmetrical and tucked neatly away.
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"You joke, but I think I do," he said, hands over the buttons of his shirt. He made no particular move, but he figured he could take it off by the time Prometheus was really touching him.
Hades made a couple of soft gasps feeling those familiar hands do unfamiliar things to him.
Hades followed Prometheus' gaze down himself, his cheeks warming. He had some trimmed white hair above all of it, a rather prominent clitoris (Hades figured he'd make this easier for both of them), and the folds already slick with his excitement. It was all very neat-looking, in its own way. Everything was so... symmetrical and tucked neatly away.
"Well?"