Prometheus shuddered where Hades brought his feelers into the mix. They were sensitive, and he found when Hades lavished a fucking blowjob on them, Prometheus found they were very sensitive. Every nerve sparked, his vision filled with odd shapes and sounds from the overload of sensations, and his claws twitching and digging into the ground, leaving deep grooves as he panted around Hades's cock, only just remembering to keep his jaws open and not to clamp down.

But, stars, he felt like he was slowly getting peeled apart in the best way possible. He rutted, as well as he could in his awkward position, against the phantom hand, a solid press of warmth wrapped around his cock. He could feel his slit start to loosen and grow wet too, and he purred, low and deep, as heat clenched hard below his gut. He rutted harder, practically fucking the phantom hand, the base of his cock starting to thicken from a knot.