It was a good thing Prometheus was already lying flat on his belly because his legs sure felt a little wobbly after that. He grunted quietly when Hades practically flopped on him, swallowing the release on his tongue and licking his chops, purring low in his throat.

He unfurled a wing, settling it around Hades in lieu of a proper cuddle.

"That was lovely," Prometheus sighed, nudging his snout against Hades's belly in a nuzzle. All he could smell was sweat, musk and Hades, "I feel all... tingly..."