"What do I have to do to get you to fuck me again?" He demanded after crossing his arms over his chest. He stood there, staring at the god, not caring in the least bit that the man could strike him down. His power was still minuscule compared to Hades'.

John had tried doing everything short of pinning the man down and doing what he wanted with him.

He wasn't sure how many years it had been, time, he noticed, ran differently here.