Hades noticed the wetness, his face heating again to hear Prometheus call his name like that. It had been far too long. Hades carefully moved down his body, slipping out of his grasp as he sat straddling and balancing on his tail. Of course the most exercise he’d have in decades would be because of Prometheus and this oddly acrobatic sex.

Hades was completely hard at this point, leaning forward to press his cock inside... Which left him faced with Prometheus’ long, thick cock. He grasped it, propping himself up either his other arm as he experimentally jerked it in time to his thrusts. This was a ridiculous amount of exercise, but if it was the first time in ten thousand years... he supposed he could do it without complaining.