And of course Hades didn’t break rhythm. He let his clawed hand grasp Prometheus’ cock, simply holding it steady as he rocked his entire body against it. As the knot slipped in, he finally felt real resistance when he tried to pull out, finding he couldn’t. So, instead he began to jackhammer inside of Prometheus, moaning shamelessly as he picked up speed and began to chase down his own impending orgasm.

Unable to kiss at this angle and with this anatomy, he settled for licking long, firm lines against Prometheus’ neck. Hades made a soft noise as he finally lost control, coming hard inside of him. The come flowed back, but was held in by Hades’ knot.

“Oh, Prometheus...” Hades gasped, his muscles through his powerful stomach and chest spamming with each burst of come. He made a long, quiet keening as his knot began to deflate and he began to slip backwards.