“I won’t stop,” Hades groaned, trying to hold on until Prometheus was finished, even as hard as he was making it with those clenches. He stuck the tip in his mouth and stroked, moaning against the cock. Oh how he would have to figure out a way for Prometheus to shapeshift properly. Images of how Prometheus was in the throes of passion all that time ago played like clips in his head as he kept his pace up.

He popped off the cock to press his tongue flat against the underside and wiggle it, lapping against frenum before earnestly sucking the tip again.

Hades watched his wings flare with light, color, and aether— it was fascinating from a biological standpoint. Hades was panting hard as he pulled off of Prometheus’ cock again to catch his breath. God this was tiring his thighs— “Come for me, hmm?”