Well, Prometheus never really had an aviary because his workplace had been such a temperamental, reality-warping monstrosity, that he daren't risk it. But, since his explosive, dangerous days of experimenting with combat-spells were far behind him, he supposed he could have one...
The idea was so lovely, it distracted him briefly, mindlessly nuzzling the underside of Hades's jaw until he was invited to, ah, continue. Right, he was... very much balls deep in someone here.
"Mm, sure..." Prometheus made a low, purring noise, and started rocking into Hades again. It felt nice, his lower back arching a fraction as he gripped Hades's hip firmly, tilting it just so until he hit an angle that felt right. Unlike before, where he'd been rough and desperate, his movements were slow and lazy. He felt too relaxed, too loose-limbed from his earlier, pent-up orgasm, to go at it all passionate-like so soon.
Affection bubbled up in him, warm and fizzing and making every mote in his soul hum in contentment, far sweeter than any primal orgasm could be. His soul opened up, a little tentatively, inviting Hades to delve deep if he wanted, blurring the lines between physical and spiritual sex slightly but...
He wanted it. He was nervous too - because what if he remembered Xerora and panicked? What if Hades hit upon the Doom shrapnel and it ruined the mood for them both? - but also, he missed Hades, and he meant it when he said he wanted them to rediscover each other again. He missed Hades like he missed a severed limb. He just... wanted him again. Body and soul.
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The idea was so lovely, it distracted him briefly, mindlessly nuzzling the underside of Hades's jaw until he was invited to, ah, continue. Right, he was... very much balls deep in someone here.
"Mm, sure..." Prometheus made a low, purring noise, and started rocking into Hades again. It felt nice, his lower back arching a fraction as he gripped Hades's hip firmly, tilting it just so until he hit an angle that felt right. Unlike before, where he'd been rough and desperate, his movements were slow and lazy. He felt too relaxed, too loose-limbed from his earlier, pent-up orgasm, to go at it all passionate-like so soon.
Affection bubbled up in him, warm and fizzing and making every mote in his soul hum in contentment, far sweeter than any primal orgasm could be. His soul opened up, a little tentatively, inviting Hades to delve deep if he wanted, blurring the lines between physical and spiritual sex slightly but...
He wanted it. He was nervous too - because what if he remembered Xerora and panicked? What if Hades hit upon the Doom shrapnel and it ruined the mood for them both? - but also, he missed Hades, and he meant it when he said he wanted them to rediscover each other again. He missed Hades like he missed a severed limb. He just... wanted him again. Body and soul.