Hades found it so easy to tip over the edge with the vibrations against him and the thrill of the Prom’s come on his hand. He released hard against Prometheus’ tongue, gasping and freezing in place with a tremor in his hips. After a moment he found it possible to rock his hips again, smearing the mess on his tongue.

Hades pulled back, aware that this jaw position was somewhat unnatural for him, just wary enough of those fangs. Sure, he could barrier it if he was worried, but he would feel terrible if Prom cracked a tooth. His come dropped from his phantom hand before he remembered to dismiss all of that into the void. Hades turned, laying against Prometheus. Sure, the size different was silly, but he wasn’t about to toss away a body just to cuddle. So wasteful!