Prometheus grunted loudly when Hades lost control first, biting his bottom lip as he clenched his fingers into Hades's hair, breathing hard as he felt that swelling surge of white-hot pleasure pour through their bond, the wet warmth filling him from the inside and the way that tentacle writhed in him, hitting all the right spots in the right way-

"Uhh...!" he shuddered violently as he tipped over the edge, cumming messily between them as he squirmed and rutted his hips into ride it all out. He only stayed standing up because he was clinging so tight to Hades, legs shaking, a low, drawn out whine rumbling in his throat.

Fuck. He. Really missed orgasming like this.