Prometheus was a little huffy after Elidibus kindly left, a strange mix of growling purrs rumbling in his chest. It was only when Hades restarted their interrupted rhythm with a hard thrust that had him seeing stars that the purrs cut out into breathy whimpers, easing back into their previous rutting with barely any encouragement. Hades was a genius when crafting his cock, he thought dizzily, his tight slit feeling every bump and groove and curve of that perfect cock, and when Hades thrust in so the knot at the base teased his entrance, fuck, Prometheus felt ready to die of orgasmic pleasure alone.

Then Hades escalated: the clawed hand grasping his weeping cock, the gentle touch alone almost driving him over the edge, and the feel of Hades's soul reaching out to his. It was - it was everything he needed. Prometheus clumsily dropped his own walls in response, gasping and whining and grunting Hades's name like it was the name of his god, clawing mindlessly into the sand.

"Hades, Hades, H-Hades...!" he panted, twitching when he felt a hot shudder roll through him, his slit quivering around the thick cock inside of him, a hot surge clenching low in his belly, "Please, I'm- close, so close, Hades, please, don't stop, don't stop-!"