Prometheus's wings ruffled a little, the furred membrane fluffing up a little as he lazily circled around the hammock to end up next to Hades's.

"Like this is fine," he rumbled, his feelers still flicked up as he boldly shoved his head underneath Hades's raised leg. There was the protective sheath, as expected, a pretty sizeable one compared to Prometheus's own - the tip of Hades's cock was already poking out, the tip dark and already promising a very big package tucked away in that sheathe of his. Hm, of course. Prometheus really wasn't surprised he'd make himself big.

He exhaled heavily, letting his warm breath fan over the sheath, and let out a low crooning noise of obvious pleasure. It had been nice being fucked by Hades before, but the size difference... well, it hadn't been as filling as he liked. To have this in him, backed up with the raw strength of a dragon...

Prometheus's tail lifted, and flitted from side to side, that now familiar prickle of arousal clenching his belly as he shamelessly nuzzled the cock tip with his snout, his tongue darting out to lap at it teasingly.