[ and the feeling of vax's nails raking down his wet skin is heaven just as he says this, enough to get him to sigh pleasantly into vax's mouth as they kiss again. he lets vax pull as much as he wants, doesn't shift his hand to accommodate him, rather, forces him to work through the bite of having his hair pulled. ]
Which is why you've come to me, clearly.
[ for the discipline (not the case, but part of the act). as if percy has any of his own, as if all he has is pent up energy and thrumming muscles and the desire to take vax right now. but he waits, biting down on the warm swell of his lower lip, enough to bruise, enough to really hurt as he pins him to the bath and knees his thighs apart, loosens the hand in his hair to slowly trail down the lines of his torso, over skin, mottled and broken in places, scarred over and claimed by an entity far greater than they themselves could dream.
but that's enough. enough enough enough. no thoughts about what might be, what's looming in the distance.
instead he draws fingers up against vax's lips as he leans in close, thumbs the seam of his mouth now wet from the kiss. ]
[ Percy isn't wrong. Vax is here because Percy won't pull his punches and because Vax had wondered, just a little, if Percy was irritated enough with him to lean into that role that much harder. His hand in Vax's hair doesn't move and the prickling pull of it as Vax leans up has him shuddering but not faltering.
It's always worth it to kiss Percy. He comes away with a new bruise, tonguing the sore spot on his lip as Percy touches him, manhandles him satisfyingly. Vax's hands grab at his biceps, gripping as Percy's fingers smooth their way across his skin. Nothing can possibly be new to Percy, but the way he observes, detached, lights Vax up. The intimation of a claim, anchoring him here, Vax needs that very much.
He will never know how to ask for it. Maybe Percy knows that, divined it and learned how to give it to him. It wouldn't be a surprise. ]
I—
[ There's a comical moment where Vax's mouth opens to impart something likely sarcastic, then closes before Percy can proceed. Vax watches him for a moment, assessing, before making a decision and parting his lips, sliding down just a little in the bath in vague hopes of getting closer to some sort of friction.
Percy hasn't left him a lot of room. He's put himself between Vax's thighs, but there's nowhere to go, nothing to rut up against. Clever, and irritating. Par for the course with Percy, really. ]
[ soft, not an ounce demeaning more than it is gentle praise as he slides thumb and then forefinger into his mouth. he parts vax's lips and presses in closer just as he tries to slide down further. if vax wants friction, he'll hike him into his lap, one hand now slipping down beneath the water to grip the small of his back, to press him up against the heat of his cock, at attention and pressing against the cleft of his ass warmly. ]
Now what to do with you...
[ pressing down against his tongue, thumb grazing along his teeth, his other hand keeps vax steadily planted in his lap. his own cock is aching for some kind of release, to fuck into his warmth, to encounter the heat of his mouth (clever tongue that he has), to have him clutching the edges of the bath and begging until the water is chilled... but he takes his time. the long game is a favorite of percy's after all.
but undoing vax comes in as a close second. it may even be neck and neck at this point as he shifts fingers, middle and ring, into his mouth and commands. ]
[ Letting Percy have the upper hand is always a risky proposition. He has a gift for patience that drives Vax out of his mind under the best of circumstances. Even when he relents enough to haul Vax into his lap, it's with the promise of making him wait for something else.
But the end result is always—
There is something about being taken apart by Percy that destroys Vax every time. Percy's methodical about it. It isn't a surprise that by now Percy can look at Vax and know exactly which chords to pluck to shatter him apart. They've taught each other. They learned when their tumbles were far more vicious and far more likely to wound. Vax's teeth on Percy's knuckles are a pale echo of that, biting down even as his tongue laves at the callouses on Percy's fingers, sucking rather than sniping around the fingers Percy presses farther into his mouth.
He doesn't gag. Not yet, at least. That's not Percy's game at the moment.
He holds Percy's gaze as he thrusts up against the flat planes of Percy's belly. It's not much of anything, too slick from the water while Vax is held too close to manage much motion. His fingers dig in hard at the nape of Percy's neck as he groans, muffled and impatient. ]
[ the eagerness is made clear, and percy sighs a bit at the feeling of vax's tongue against his fingertips, grazes his teeth, presses down and back just a little more, feels the warmth and heat of his breath. leaning in, he kisses the corner of his mouth, murmurs softly into his skin there: ]
I do know why you came here, [ he says resolutely, with confidence painting his voice a brilliant color. his index finger slides out, thumb joining it and leaving a trail of saliva to catch along vax's lip. he's hardly debauched, they've only just begun and percy has every intention of making everyone aware that he's ruined vax'ildan for the evening. ] And I have every intention of giving it to you, but you'll have to work for it.
[ pulling back, he eyes vax up and down, thumb still pressed against his lip, fingers curling around to hold his jaw. he appraises him a moment, splayed over his hips trying to rut and find friction, of which he'll find none. the sight of his cock, arousal against his own belly, has him cocking a somewhat self-satisfied smile a bit before he reaches down with that hand and grabs it, squeezes at the base of it tightly, lets a finger stray to press beneath the base of it, against his taint and rub slowly. ] I know you're not the type to ask politely.
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[ and the feeling of vax's nails raking down his wet skin is heaven just as he says this, enough to get him to sigh pleasantly into vax's mouth as they kiss again. he lets vax pull as much as he wants, doesn't shift his hand to accommodate him, rather, forces him to work through the bite of having his hair pulled. ]
Which is why you've come to me, clearly.
[ for the discipline (not the case, but part of the act). as if percy has any of his own, as if all he has is pent up energy and thrumming muscles and the desire to take vax right now. but he waits, biting down on the warm swell of his lower lip, enough to bruise, enough to really hurt as he pins him to the bath and knees his thighs apart, loosens the hand in his hair to slowly trail down the lines of his torso, over skin, mottled and broken in places, scarred over and claimed by an entity far greater than they themselves could dream.
but that's enough. enough enough enough. no thoughts about what might be, what's looming in the distance.
instead he draws fingers up against vax's lips as he leans in close, thumbs the seam of his mouth now wet from the kiss. ]
Open up.
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It's always worth it to kiss Percy. He comes away with a new bruise, tonguing the sore spot on his lip as Percy touches him, manhandles him satisfyingly. Vax's hands grab at his biceps, gripping as Percy's fingers smooth their way across his skin. Nothing can possibly be new to Percy, but the way he observes, detached, lights Vax up. The intimation of a claim, anchoring him here, Vax needs that very much.
He will never know how to ask for it. Maybe Percy knows that, divined it and learned how to give it to him. It wouldn't be a surprise. ]
I—
[ There's a comical moment where Vax's mouth opens to impart something likely sarcastic, then closes before Percy can proceed. Vax watches him for a moment, assessing, before making a decision and parting his lips, sliding down just a little in the bath in vague hopes of getting closer to some sort of friction.
Percy hasn't left him a lot of room. He's put himself between Vax's thighs, but there's nowhere to go, nothing to rut up against. Clever, and irritating. Par for the course with Percy, really. ]
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[ soft, not an ounce demeaning more than it is gentle praise as he slides thumb and then forefinger into his mouth. he parts vax's lips and presses in closer just as he tries to slide down further. if vax wants friction, he'll hike him into his lap, one hand now slipping down beneath the water to grip the small of his back, to press him up against the heat of his cock, at attention and pressing against the cleft of his ass warmly. ]
Now what to do with you...
[ pressing down against his tongue, thumb grazing along his teeth, his other hand keeps vax steadily planted in his lap. his own cock is aching for some kind of release, to fuck into his warmth, to encounter the heat of his mouth (clever tongue that he has), to have him clutching the edges of the bath and begging until the water is chilled... but he takes his time. the long game is a favorite of percy's after all.
but undoing vax comes in as a close second. it may even be neck and neck at this point as he shifts fingers, middle and ring, into his mouth and commands. ]
Put your mouth to good use. Suck.
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But the end result is always—
There is something about being taken apart by Percy that destroys Vax every time. Percy's methodical about it. It isn't a surprise that by now Percy can look at Vax and know exactly which chords to pluck to shatter him apart. They've taught each other. They learned when their tumbles were far more vicious and far more likely to wound. Vax's teeth on Percy's knuckles are a pale echo of that, biting down even as his tongue laves at the callouses on Percy's fingers, sucking rather than sniping around the fingers Percy presses farther into his mouth.
He doesn't gag. Not yet, at least. That's not Percy's game at the moment.
He holds Percy's gaze as he thrusts up against the flat planes of Percy's belly. It's not much of anything, too slick from the water while Vax is held too close to manage much motion. His fingers dig in hard at the nape of Percy's neck as he groans, muffled and impatient. ]
smut but make it 8 months late
I do know why you came here, [ he says resolutely, with confidence painting his voice a brilliant color. his index finger slides out, thumb joining it and leaving a trail of saliva to catch along vax's lip. he's hardly debauched, they've only just begun and percy has every intention of making everyone aware that he's ruined vax'ildan for the evening. ] And I have every intention of giving it to you, but you'll have to work for it.
[ pulling back, he eyes vax up and down, thumb still pressed against his lip, fingers curling around to hold his jaw. he appraises him a moment, splayed over his hips trying to rut and find friction, of which he'll find none. the sight of his cock, arousal against his own belly, has him cocking a somewhat self-satisfied smile a bit before he reaches down with that hand and grabs it, squeezes at the base of it tightly, lets a finger stray to press beneath the base of it, against his taint and rub slowly. ] I know you're not the type to ask politely.