Prometheus groaned quietly when Hades sunk in deeper, his forelegs buckling until he was resting entirely on his forearms, hindquarters pushed right up just as Hades finished thrusting all the way in. He was big, enough that he felt the stretch - but the tiny cramp of discomfort was entirely overshadowed by the dizzying sensation of absolute pleasure.

"Fuck," he whimpered, when Hades whispered that to him, his claws digging into the sand as Hades picked up a slow, yet steady pace, the pair of them rocking to the rhythm. Not too fast that Prometheus's full stomach got upset, but not so slow that it was frustrating. Just - the right pace, his lower muscles clenching and relaxing in time with the thrusts, making him quiver right down to the tip of his tail.

But things started to slowly pick up, just a little, Prometheus's breathing audibly edged as his wings snapped out then flared, their undersides glittering with that pinkish-purple glow. A low, long yowl started to rumble in his throat, a shiver going down his spine-

Then enter: Elidibus.

"Fuck sake, Elidibus!" Prometheus snarled, the noise growling deeply in the bellows of his chest as he snapped his jaws in Elidibus's direction. He was not in the mood for an interruption right now! That fucker, jarring him so rudely out of the nice fucking flow he'd sunk so deep into! "Can't you wait until we're done? Go away!"