[ The first time they'd kissed in the wake of the tomb, Vax had been covered in blood and Percy tasted like gunpowder. He'd kissed Percy like a punch in the mouth, like a substitute for cracking a fist across his jaw.
It might have been foolish. Vax hadn't thought it through beyond wanting Percy's hands on his body and the ugly, burning need to dig bruises into his skin. So often these days, Vax feels on the verge of shattering apart. The cold brush of the Raven Queen's attentions weighs on him. He chokes on the words to explain it, and stalls over his own apprehensions. The least complicated thing in his life is the steady burn of anger he feels for Percy, and when they collide in the wake of this stupid, foolish tussle with a band of mercenaries, all Vax can think is—
Finally.
Has he missed this? The question circles round and round his head that first time, he and Percy crashing into each other in more of a fight than anything else. Vax comes away with a fat lip and Percy's sporting an ugly bruise along his jaw, and it should have been just the once, but it isn't.
Which is why Vax is spending his night this way, weight dropped into the cradle of Percy's hips as he securely knots Percy's wrists together. Vax's heart is hammering in his chest, mouth bruised, but there's something grounding in doing this, just paying attention to Percy beneath him rather than thinking about how the world is caving in around them all. ]
Stop squirming.
[ As if Vax isn't equally guilty of being constant motion, hurtling towards Percy and away like a shot. ]
[ Percy knows that he always going to find passion in something dangerous, in something that would push him to his limits. After all the things he's been through he had always known that his longing for something peaceful and settled, something like his parents shared, might not be possible for him. He needs the edge of danger, needs the edge of something that would bring him that intense, desperate passion, and needs to lose himself.
Vax gives him that, and he hopes he gives Vax something similar in return.
He twists, testing the limits of the binds that he's being placed in already. The urge to lean up and steal more kisses is present, and he flushes a little, eyes narrowing as he gazes up at his partner, considering. Sometimes they swap positions, sometimes he is the one doing the binding and tying, but he knows he needs this now. He knows he needs it, needs to be restrained, to feel comfortable and at peace, to give in to the urge to let his mind settle properly and completely.
Slowly, he lets his hips grind up gently, trying to drag his hardening cock against the weight of Vax above him. ]
Please, hurry.
[ Flushed, warm, Percy tilts his head, closing his eyes. ]
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It might have been foolish. Vax hadn't thought it through beyond wanting Percy's hands on his body and the ugly, burning need to dig bruises into his skin. So often these days, Vax feels on the verge of shattering apart. The cold brush of the Raven Queen's attentions weighs on him. He chokes on the words to explain it, and stalls over his own apprehensions. The least complicated thing in his life is the steady burn of anger he feels for Percy, and when they collide in the wake of this stupid, foolish tussle with a band of mercenaries, all Vax can think is—
Finally.
Has he missed this? The question circles round and round his head that first time, he and Percy crashing into each other in more of a fight than anything else. Vax comes away with a fat lip and Percy's sporting an ugly bruise along his jaw, and it should have been just the once, but it isn't.
Which is why Vax is spending his night this way, weight dropped into the cradle of Percy's hips as he securely knots Percy's wrists together. Vax's heart is hammering in his chest, mouth bruised, but there's something grounding in doing this, just paying attention to Percy beneath him rather than thinking about how the world is caving in around them all. ]
Stop squirming.
[ As if Vax isn't equally guilty of being constant motion, hurtling towards Percy and away like a shot. ]
I'm almost done.
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Vax gives him that, and he hopes he gives Vax something similar in return.
He twists, testing the limits of the binds that he's being placed in already. The urge to lean up and steal more kisses is present, and he flushes a little, eyes narrowing as he gazes up at his partner, considering. Sometimes they swap positions, sometimes he is the one doing the binding and tying, but he knows he needs this now. He knows he needs it, needs to be restrained, to feel comfortable and at peace, to give in to the urge to let his mind settle properly and completely.
Slowly, he lets his hips grind up gently, trying to drag his hardening cock against the weight of Vax above him. ]
Please, hurry.
[ Flushed, warm, Percy tilts his head, closing his eyes. ]
Vax...