Prometheus was already panting before Hades was even in, groaning and grunting eagerly when he felt the thick head of Hades's cock nudge and press against his slit until it finally pushed in. He felt it this time too, really felt the slit stretch open as Hades pushed in deeper, the hypersensitive nerves inside sparking with jolts of pleasure that had him twitching and whining, his wingclaws restlessly gouging into the loose sand under him.

"N-No, it's- just right. It's good, it's so good," he moaned, shifting his hindlegs to widen his stance, to try and open himself a bit wider. His lower muscles kept clenching, squeezing tight over what little Hades had pushed into him, letting him feel every millimeter of him - the bumps, the ridges, everything, making his vision go all funky and weird again in that pleasant way that told him his pleasure levels were skyrocketing. It'd mean Hades might have to use some effort to thrust the rest of the way in, but Prometheus would love every moment of it.

His cock, at this point, had completely slipped out of its sheath, thick and rigid with a bead of cum collecting on the tip, pressed hard against his scaled belly.