Prometheus's rapidly slipping control was completely lost when Hades finally - finally - pushed the knot in. He let out a long, shameless yowl when Hades furiously rutted into him, his slit clenched tight to lock the knot in place he felt it tug and pull and press and just drive him fucking wild. His wings were flaring with that brilliant, purple glow again, everything so intense, so overwhelming, the drag of Hades's tongue against his neck, his hand against his cock, the feel of him inside of him, even the gritty sand against his paws and, the aether swirling and fizzling and-

Hades came inside him, and god Prometheus had a fucking religious experience from it.

Prometheus was cumming before he really processed it, keening and wailing as his hips jerked and shuddered, his cock jumping in Hades's palm as he coated his own stomach in thick strips of cum. It felt hot - it felt amazingly hot, Hades cum filling him, each powerful spurt making him tremble and pant, his slit clenching tight to try and keep him locked in but- Hades's knot started to deflate, and Prometheus felt the first trickle of cum start to drip out.

"Nnh, s-stay in," Prometheus panted, pushing his hips back desperately, just managing to keep Hades's cock mostly inside, "Please, stay in, you feel so good, Hades, please..."