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“You remember when you first saw me?” Prometheus chuckled “you were so quiet.”
“I was starstruck by your beauty.” Heracles grimaced.
“Oh so sweet you were, unbinding me from my chains, finding a lovely cave and nursing me back to health” Prometheus swooned
“Mhm, i know love.” Heracles hummed
“How you fretted over my wounds, when you too had so many still unhealed.”
“Right. Only scars now” Heracles nodded sharply
“You’re simply covered in scars my love.” Prometheus cooed
“Can we focus?” Heracles said through gritted teeth
“I 𝘢𝘮 focused, On your beautiful hair and marked skin, such gorgeous blond hair you have, so wild just as yourself!” Prometheus giggled happily
“Thank you my dearest, you’re very kind.” Heracles sighed
“As are you, so kind as to grace me with your presence” Prometheus smiled
“Are you drunk? Thick in the head?” Heracles snapped, golden eyes flaring angrily
“No” Prometheus pouted
“Then explain to me why you are currently 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴.” Heracles hissed, at his patience end
“Ill be fine” Prometheus chuckled, head lulling to Heracles’ chest, smiling stupidly at all the attention he was being given
“Bullshit, your scar tore open. Your ichor is everywhere” Heracles stressed, he was binding the wound
“It happens all the time, it’ll heal. I am a god, i shall will it to heal.” Prometheus shrugged
“Then why don’t you” Heracles snapped
“Hm, a good question” Prometheus raised his eyebrows, humming lightly
“Well?” Heracles grit his teeth
“This is nice” Prometheus patted Heracles’ muscled thighs
Heracles froze. He was binding Prometheus’ torso, straddling his hips to achieve the best angle, lion pelt laid out under Prometheus, the skull propping his head up.
The lack of pelt leaving Heracles’ torso and glorious hair- as so eloquently put by Prometheus- on full show
Heracles’ blank face turned to an enraged expression, he swatted at Prometheus like a cat on a mouse, hits indiscriminate against the titans chest, neck or the arms now blocking his face
“I hate you” Heracles scoffed, getting up, kicking off the hand that shot out to grasp his ankle
“Noooo, my lion” A frown tugged at Prometheus’ lips as Heracles kicked him till he rolled off the lion pelt
He whined as Heracles put the pelt on and stashed his weapons back on
Heracles jumped at the arms softly wrapping around his torso, the warm head nudging the hidden nape of his neck
“My lion” Prometheus pouted
“Shut up.” Heracles attempted to pry him off
“Beloved!”
Heracles succeeded, twisting Prometheus’ wrist till the titan let out a groan
“I hate you” he crossed his arms, walking away, Prometheus making to follow
“Trickster” Heracles grumbled, hurrying off with a distressed, now healed, titan running after him