Prometheus did sort of vaguely remember designing his home to be as unappealing as possible, to deter any would be visitors. He also violated the laws of physics to maximise as much space as he could, since the Administration Bureau kept rejecting his requests to expand his property. So instead he folded space over and... hm. Maybe Hades was right. Maybe he should knock it down and start over.

"I mean, I wouldn't be against the Architect designing me a new house, so if you want to burn it down, fine," Prometheus said a mite teasingly, letting out a breathless grunt when Hades tightened around him. His pupils dilated, eyes heavy-lidded, his fingers gently running along the curve of Hades's jaw as his gaze started to focus on his mouth.

"We can build it together," he murmured distractedly, leaning in to kiss Hades on the corner of his mouth, his other hand idly trailing down along Hades's ribs, down towards his hip.