Hades clutched at him so tightly Prometheus could barely move, but that was fine, because every bit of them were so firmly entwined together he kind of forgot how to move anyways. All he knew was hadeshadeshades and the hot flush of pleasure and ecstasy and completion - and he didn't know if it was him, or Hades, or both, stuck in a pleasurable feedback loop, but it was good and Prometheus made a very embarrassing, breathless grunting noise when Hades clenched hard and-

He came - both physically and soul-wise, his vision blooming white and warm fuzzy colours, burying his face into the crook of Hades's neck as he gasped his name over and over. His mind just melted - too much, in one go. Physical- reward hormones, reaction, physical orgasm, mixed with the straight up dopamine shot from soul harmonising, it was- so much. He formulate a thought beyond that. So much. So much.

He finally came down from his little high, though, in small bits and pieces, panting into Hades's shoulder as he held him tight and close. With a clumsy wriggle of his hips, he managed to slip out of Hades, where it felt more than a little wet and warm.

"Good," he mumbled, stupidly, gently easing them both to lie on their sides instead, still holding Hades close, nuzzling his throat, his shoulder, "Needed that."