Hades pushed in, pressing down Prometheus’ walls from the inside and became his new container. They resonated, and Hades gasped and grabbed at the hair at Prometheus’ nape. Now they were truly having as much sex as possible in that moment, and it was pushing Hades over the edge. His legs came up, gripping Prometheus’ hops in place as he rolled against him.

Every bit of his length was pressed inside of him, and just exactly so. His heart pounded as he gasped, his stomach muscles tightening, his back arching, and his head thrown back so violently and suddenly.

“Oh, Prometheus...!” he cried as he came, shuttering beneath his lover. Hades was slicked with sweat, his eyes half open and unfocused.