Prometheus shuddered when Hades's lips pressed against the tip of his cock, the drag of his tongue against the damp slit dragging a breathy whimper from his throat. His cock twitched, almost all of it out of its protective sheathe by now, rigid and slightly slick as Hades ran his hand down its thick length.

But of course, Hades had to push Prometheus to his limit. After touching his cock, he felt Hades shimmy down a bit more, his fingers pressing on either side of his slit and pulling it open, and, oh, oh-

"H-Hades...!" Prometheus gasped, pawing at the back of Hades's thighs as his tongue delved deep into his slit. A clenching warmth surged up at the sensation, feeling his inner walls spasm as they tried to clamp down on a cock that wasn't there - not that it dulled the pleasure any. He never paid any mind to that slit before - had merely noted its existence was curious and forgot about it - he never knew that its insides were so fucking sensitive, to the point where Hades tongue and probing fingers already had him embarrassingly wet.

But, then again, dragons probably didn't have much in way of foreplay, so maybe extreme sensitivity on sexual organs was a way to balance that out? Fuck, he didn't know - or care, really, groaning deep in his throat as his hips started to rock as well as they could, floating as he was.

"I-It's..." he panted out, "It feels, uhn, r-really good, when you touch it..."