“Mm, I thought so,” Hades replied, rubbing Prometheus’ scalp with the arm not pinned between them. Idly, he thought that it would be too hopeful, and perhaps a bit unfair to Prometheus if this took seed. Perhaps he had been hasty... and he wanted more of just this. Oh well, can’t go tying and untying Prometheus’ tubes based on his mood. As funny as that might be.

Hades enjoyed his own afterglow, though resisting the nap that threatened to take him. “I did too, of course,” he said, breathing in Prometheus’ scent. “Hmm... I suppose I’ll move in tonight.”