"I-It feels really best right now," Prometheus said a bit stupidly, not even caring that sentence made no grammatical sense. There was the faintest cramp of orgasm ghosting along his nerves, making him tremble from the effort of holding back. He didn't bother trying to hide it either, his soul radiating the overwhelming, primal sensation for Hades to soak up as he slowly adjusted to being buried deep inside him.

Once he was semi-sure he wasn't going to blow his load the second he moved, he started to clumsily thrust, one hand gripping Hades's hip, fingers pressing hard into the skin as his pace quickened, instinct overriding nerves almost instantly.

"Oh, fucking hell," he groaned, shifting his weight even more forwards, better leverage, angle, faintly aware that he was fucking Hades with all the grace of a desperately rutting animal but not really giving a shit at that moment. He was on the edge. Then he was over that edge, his control slipping so spectacularly he was cumming hard into Hades before he realised, thrusts not slowing in the slightest as he rode it out, panting Hades's name over and over.