Prometheus's started to slow as his orgasm waned, panting heavily as he gave one last thrust into Hades and staying there. It was hot and wet, felt too fantastic to ease out of there just yet, dazedly blinking down at Hades. It was like... a great tension he hadn't known he'd been struggling under had just been snapped free, making him feel pleasantly all loose and relaxed. He hadn't realised how wound up he'd been until now.

Hades gripped the back of his neck, fingers curled into his hair, and Prometheus felt an abrupt surge of affection he didn't bother to hide - and some... embarrassment. That had been way too quick, hadn't it? What, barely a minute? Ah, that'd been way too quick.

Prometheus shifted his weight a little, biting his bottom lip when the movement jostled him inside Hades, and opened his mouth to apologise-

"Erk!"

-only to let out a very loud squeak when Hades snapped his fingers and untied his damn tubes. It was like a static shock, more startling than actually painful, and his legs reflexively tried to squeeze shut, except, he was still buried balls deep in Hades (which he was deeply regretting now), so he couldn't and instead just did a very weird sort of cringing wriggle that made the mattress bounce a little under them.

"H-H-Hades!" he blustered, his voice a little higher pitched and his face a bright shade of red, "What the hell!"