This form had its drawbacks certainly. He realized too late that he should have given himself thumbs if he wanted to even attempt a reach around. Well, at least Prom seemed to be enjoying himself enough without that. Hades shifted his hips, sinking lower and into Prometheus.

“I’ll come inside you,” Hades whispered against Prometheus’ neck as he finished his thrust. He moaned, snapping his jaws in pleasure as he focused on the tightness of Prometheus’ slit.

Hades carried on like this, groaning and thrusting with his head bowed and eyes closed.

“... Ate you trying to make some dragons, Emet-Selch?” came a momentarily unfamiliar voice. With a flap of a white robe, Elidibus drew near enough for the two to see him.