Prometheus looked a little surprised like that, wondering if it was that easy. Shouldn't he... work him a bit? Or...? Well, Hades did seem wet and aroused enough, and it'd been so long he doubted either of them were in the mood for their usual games of long foreplay. He certainly wasn't.

"Just put myself in there. That easy, huh?" he said, trying for glib but sounding a little nervous despite himself. He was genuinely worried he'd cum the second he'd put himself in there.

But, there was no way to resist. Now with Hades spreading his legs like that, spreading himself like that. He couldn't help but stare, and slowly he pushed his shorts down - kicked them off entirely, actually, his heart thumping hard against his ribs. Precum was already beading the tip of his cock, and he let his fingers skim over the insides of Hades's thighs, nudging them a little wider as he settled himself between them.

Okay.

He shifted his weight forwards, pressing the tip of his cock against Hades's entrance. It yielded easily enough, hot and wet and already making him breathless as he eased himself in with a rough, overwhelmed noise. His belly clenched hard, his muscles tensing in an effort to stave off the sharp spike of pleasure that very nearly undid him at just, feeling all that stimulation in one overdue go.

Stars, Hades was right. He really did make this perfect. It felt like the whole thing was made just for his fucking cock.