Prometheus groaned quietly in the back of his throat, arching his back to the touch. Okay, he did miss this. Dragon form didn't allow for such slow, sensual touching. No thumbs, and the scales weren't over sensitive... he draped an arm over Hades's shoulder, his other hand still buried in his hair.

"Then don't restrain yourself," Prometheus purred, tilting his head to gently nip Hades's jaw with a still sharp fang, "You have me here, all to yourself... why hold back, mm?"