Hades made a soft sound as Prometheus nudged him around. Now naked, he placed a hand on one of his horns, leading him into the clear, warm water. It must be somewhere near a volcano for it to be so pleasantly warm, like slightly cooled bath water.

“Oh, ride you...? You don’t have anything too sharp down your back, do you?” and though he skirted the innuendo, Hades tried to surreptitiously glance between Prometheus’ legs. Once he was waist deep, he tipped back to float.

Of course Hades didn’t actively seek exercise... but with Prometheus around he felt himself wanting this. His energy naturally seemed to expand, even if Prometheus could tire him out, especially with his physical activities. Well, absence did make the heart grow fonder.