It was quick, dirty and comfortable, the rhythm between them. Prometheus felt a weird spark of nostalgia pierce through the hot haze, remembering many a time back in Amaurot where Hades would distract him from this or that project because he was horny, scandalously doing a quickie on the nearest flat surface, and-

"Oh," he squeaked when he felt the sudden intrusion press against his ass, shuddering from a little startled jump before he laughed breathlessly, tugging on Hades's hair, "You- bringing the tentacles in, hm?"

Not that there was any complaint from this corner. A hand on his dick, a cock up his pussy - only made sense for a tentacle to join in the fun too. Though, with how already hot, bothered and short of breath he was, he wasn't sure he'd last very long. He could already feel his abs quiver and clench, a prelude to a very lovely orgasm no doubt.