“Why, indeed?” He whispered against his ear again as he dragged his tongue behind the shell of his ear. “Well, if I have your permission, I need little else."

He pulled his cock out of his hand while still holding Prometheus’ stiff dick out of the way. He rolled his hips, teasing against him as he watched the lips part as they stuck against Hades’ cock head. "Tell me, is the only time you can conceive during your heat?" He brushed his lips against Prometheus' earlobe as he gave him a stroke.

Hades normally would have drawn it out... but they were fucking on borrowed time, weren’t they? There were potential distractions now. And if he was really honest with himself... he just really wanted it now: quick and dirty. He pressed in, checking Prometheus' wet heat for any resistance before seating himself fully inside. One hand was around Prometheus’ shoulder now as he teased his earlobe between his teeth.

“So ...Can I come inside?”