Sizes
There was a significant difference in sizes between Hades and his partner. They were roughly a bit shorter, enough to notice that wasn't the only noticeable, from him leaning down to press kisses to their face, to the way he holds them while intimate. Hades realizes how much he supports them through unique moments whether reaching something down casually, or when they're so insistant about not admitting they need his help. Watching as this person stands on the edges of their toes in desperation to reach whatever off the top counter. Something he could easily get only to be met with that they can get it. Even now after settling down next to each other for the evening curled in on a couch together with a blanket pulled around them. Hades' lover was looking at his hands compared to theirs, smaller hands only measuring enough till the fingertips touch at the joints of his fingers.
Curiosity stitched into their face while toying with the god's hands, and Hades letting them. A raised eyebrow when he feels fingers laced together and a light touch of the pads of his fingers with theirs. He hooks his with theirs and smiles at their attention drawn to his face. The hand not tangled with his fingers moves up and brushes the hair off Hades' left eye, being alone he doesn't mind them looking at it but it doesn't stop him from blushing over it. A hand caressing the side of his face and he feels it going up towards one pointed ear, there he does blush heavier and even turns his head to pin the hand against his shoulder, the thumb of his partner's hand casually stroking the earlobe and a devilish grin on their lips as they muttered something of "ticklish?"
Hades being in front of them hugs them to his body and moves to pin them down onto the couch, hand behind their head to cushion it and attacks his lover in a series of kisses all over their face. Engaging in the playful side they have, hands tangling in clothes and in hair, theirs in his hair and his hands in their clothes weaving around their form and bringing them up to hold closer. Hades' partner traces their fingers down to the front of his chest tracing over where the curse mark is through the cloth of his shirt. Another shiver and this time he moves the hand away from the mark, sensitivity being higher and not looking to be too or intimate of a different level.
Hades leans back up and scoops his partner up and moves over to the shared bed, under the wiggling and protests to being carried bridal style they fall in together and Hades only grins, the charm in that smile more than enough to make his lover stop protesting and makes room for the taller god. Hades winds his arms around them and pulls closer, his lover facing him again, and letting them play with his hair. The strand over his nose is moved and the brush of their knuckles kiss just his lips and him quick to place a kiss on their hand. Holding the form closer and enjoying the soft intimacy of the moment.
Hades gets too relaxed and ends up falling asleep under the attention of his head being rubbed and close to his ears where he lulls relaxed. Hands carefully play with his mouth where idle he'd place a kiss to the fingers as they pass over his lips. He's woken from the sensation of his back rubbed and buries his face into their shoulder, the need to sleep starting to creep into him from being so comfortable with them. The underworld god pulls the blanket around them once he hears even breathing and the rise and fall of their chest against his. A smile on his lips over them falling asleep, and holds the hand in his tighter.