Hades swum out from under his head, moving to his chest and belly. It would be easy enough to just crawl onto him, he thought as he reached out, feeling the scales under his finger tips. He admired their coloration as he allowed himself to openly stare between his legs. A sheath, clearly...
He ran his hand down, curiously feeling the inside of his thighs. This part was softer with smaller scales, of course. It was a flex point, after all. He finally lifted himself onto Prometheus' belly, taking his time rubbing his underside with flat open palms in broad strokes. Hades felt some heat in his own cheeks, knowing what he was planning and arousing himself with it. He began to harden as he readjusted his hips to sit more comfortably.
He reached forward to stroke him again, this time allowing himself to run his hands over the bump. He pulled his palms over it, then set them back further as he was nearly laying on Prometheus to do so. His hands ran over the slit, and Hades found himself wondering what that was exactly, and tried to double back just playing it cool.
"Ah," Hades said, making a soft sound as he accidentally breached it with a finger. Too loose to be a cloaca... He pulled himself closer, laying his head against Prometheus' body as he tried to gently pull it apart. Were Prometheus to get hard in earnest, his cock would brush over his shoulder in this position.
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He ran his hand down, curiously feeling the inside of his thighs. This part was softer with smaller scales, of course. It was a flex point, after all. He finally lifted himself onto Prometheus' belly, taking his time rubbing his underside with flat open palms in broad strokes. Hades felt some heat in his own cheeks, knowing what he was planning and arousing himself with it. He began to harden as he readjusted his hips to sit more comfortably.
He reached forward to stroke him again, this time allowing himself to run his hands over the bump. He pulled his palms over it, then set them back further as he was nearly laying on Prometheus to do so. His hands ran over the slit, and Hades found himself wondering what that was exactly, and tried to double back just playing it cool.
"Ah," Hades said, making a soft sound as he accidentally breached it with a finger. Too loose to be a cloaca... He pulled himself closer, laying his head against Prometheus' body as he tried to gently pull it apart. Were Prometheus to get hard in earnest, his cock would brush over his shoulder in this position.