Prometheus made a tiny noise when Hades's soul settled into his. There was that instinctive flinch, his soul tensing without thinking - but it lasted for only half a heartbeat, relaxing as Hades's soul curled around him, soothing the constant, prickling burn of the Doom shrapnel stuck deep in the cracks. There was no pain, and Prometheus found himself shakily exhaling a breath he didn't know he'd been holding in.

Like this, he could feel an echo of the pleasure Hades was feeling, a vivid feedback loop that had his toes curling and his nerves settling. It was... comfortable, this slow, lazy rhythm, their souls curled into each other, pushing and pulling - Prometheus unconsciously sped the pace up a bit, especially when Hades started to clench around him.

"Feels good," Prometheus said breathlessly, half-listening to Hades's crooning in favour of nuzzling the crook of his friend's neck. He was clinging to him tight, as close as they could be while still having enough leverage to fuck properly, realising just how fucking touch-starved him and his soul was. He wanted to just bury himself in the comforting, safe boundaries of Hades, stay there, soak him all up - it was almost getting to be overwhelming, that push-pull between physical pleasure and Hades's soul resonating with his - but Prometheus wanted it like that. It made his mind go blissfully blank.

"Hades..." he groaned, mindlessly pawing at Hades's hip, "Can you- go in deeper? I want..."