Prometheus's expression went from comically offended to cautious as Hades spoke, his cheeks pink from the flush of afterglow.
"...I think I want to take it slow," he said after a bit of a pause, trying to parse how he felt about this whole moment. He rocked his hips a fraction, wincing slightly at the dull ache in his balls from Hades's impromptu reverse vasectomy, and lowered himself so he was resting on his elbows, braced on either side of Hades, their faces close enough to kiss.
"I just got overexcited before, and... that was the first time since, y'know..." he mumbled, his gaze skittering somewhere to the side, avoiding Hades's face. He could feel his nerves picking up again - not as panic inducing, but enough to make him aware that from this moment on, sex with Hades would result in... another change. A good change, but a scary one, and.
Prometheus really needed to stop cowering from change.
"And I've," he paused, feeling his courage falter a little, because he was going to say something dumb and kind of pathetic all at once, and he was briefly worried Hades would get put off by it. He peeked up at his lover almost shyly, nervously fidgeting with a lock of Hades's pale hair.
"I, um, missed you a lot. I-I know we saw each other a lot, but, I mean, like this. Where, where I'm not..." Freaking out over intimate contact, crazy, irrational, "Where we're like this again. I missed that, and want to- to figure it out again. Slowly. If that... even makes sense..."
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"...I think I want to take it slow," he said after a bit of a pause, trying to parse how he felt about this whole moment. He rocked his hips a fraction, wincing slightly at the dull ache in his balls from Hades's impromptu reverse vasectomy, and lowered himself so he was resting on his elbows, braced on either side of Hades, their faces close enough to kiss.
"I just got overexcited before, and... that was the first time since, y'know..." he mumbled, his gaze skittering somewhere to the side, avoiding Hades's face. He could feel his nerves picking up again - not as panic inducing, but enough to make him aware that from this moment on, sex with Hades would result in... another change. A good change, but a scary one, and.
Prometheus really needed to stop cowering from change.
"And I've," he paused, feeling his courage falter a little, because he was going to say something dumb and kind of pathetic all at once, and he was briefly worried Hades would get put off by it. He peeked up at his lover almost shyly, nervously fidgeting with a lock of Hades's pale hair.
"I, um, missed you a lot. I-I know we saw each other a lot, but, I mean, like this. Where, where I'm not..." Freaking out over intimate contact, crazy, irrational, "Where we're like this again. I missed that, and want to- to figure it out again. Slowly. If that... even makes sense..."