Hades let out a soft moan as Prometheus gripped him. Hades required no more information at that point. He grasped Prometheus more firmly as he began to pump him between their bellies in time with his powerful thrusts. Hades' breath quickened with the exertion of it, and he drew back from Prometheus' ear to nip his neck.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that he should have no issue persuading Prometheus of a couple more children come next heat.

"IF you insist," Hades said, as if this had all been Prometheus' idea from the start. He shifted a bit and slammed back into him, jack hammering his hips and chasing the coiling heat in his loins. Sneakily, Hades loosed a tendril to press between Prometheus' ass.