Prometheus whimpered when Hades flooded every sense that he had - scent, touch, aether, soul - flexing his claws into the ground under him as he almost drowned in it all. The phantom touch against his cock almost undid him, groaning low enough it rumbled as a deep purr as his hindquarters quivered, cock twitching as a bead of precum collected at the tip.

"Yes," he panted, nudging his snout at Hades's silky loincloth, pushing it aside until he could nuzzle the cock full on. But, while his scales were smooth and soft, they probably wouldn't all that comfortable to rub against, he thought. So, he opened his mouth, hot breath fanning over Hades's cock as he dragged his tongue over it, thick enough that Hades's cock rested comfortably against it.