Prometheus laughed quietly at the thought of the Convocation starting their next meeting opening Hades's resignation letter when the man wasn't there - but it got him thinking. If Hades was quitting the Convocation, then what point was there for Prometheus to try getting back on it. Really, he only stayed in the past because Hades had been there, had tried his hardest to get better now because Hades was there...
It was a big step. A big personal change he'd make for himself. And, well, what would he do with himself if he quit? He joined the Convocation young, too young, really, so his entire Self had been shaped around being the Fourteenth. He'd have to rediscover himself all over again, which... probably wasn't a bad thing? He'd have to do that anyway, considering how much his soul was in flux...
He pushed aside all thoughts about that. He can dwell on it later. For now...
"Don't insult my doors. They're lovely," he mock-huffed, shifting his weight again. Buried deep in Hades as he was, well, he wasn't immune to the sensation of it. Before, though, the ache in his balls had curbed his enthusiasm somewhat, an ache that had pretty much faded now (he always recovered fast). The tight, wet heat squeezing around his cock was slowly stiffening it back up.
"But if you hate them that much, we can change them when we baby-proof this place," he murmured, his hips rocking very minutely and gently, "I mean, we'd have to. My home's a death trap."
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It was a big step. A big personal change he'd make for himself. And, well, what would he do with himself if he quit? He joined the Convocation young, too young, really, so his entire Self had been shaped around being the Fourteenth. He'd have to rediscover himself all over again, which... probably wasn't a bad thing? He'd have to do that anyway, considering how much his soul was in flux...
He pushed aside all thoughts about that. He can dwell on it later. For now...
"Don't insult my doors. They're lovely," he mock-huffed, shifting his weight again. Buried deep in Hades as he was, well, he wasn't immune to the sensation of it. Before, though, the ache in his balls had curbed his enthusiasm somewhat, an ache that had pretty much faded now (he always recovered fast). The tight, wet heat squeezing around his cock was slowly stiffening it back up.
"But if you hate them that much, we can change them when we baby-proof this place," he murmured, his hips rocking very minutely and gently, "I mean, we'd have to. My home's a death trap."