[ fingers laced, he pushes vax's hand down, slides it up to where the pillows are going slack and resting them there with only the faintest bit of pressure. it's enough to keep him down in the state he's in, enough to push a bruise where it matters (hidden under a bracer, even if it isn't a secret, a little throbbing reminder.)
vax's skin is cold. it's cold enough that percy feels a surge of desire to warm him, to impress himself like a fire-heated brand to his flesh. ]
I do. But that is for a later date.
[ said with a tenderness and a sharpness meant to set the words in stone. i do owe you. i owe you everything. i should have been better help. i should have done more. his free hand has already started to push down past clothing, fingers curling around him to give a hot stroke of his palm once and then again. when he eyes trail to where vax is, he looks at him over his glasses, close enough here and now that he doesn't fall out of focus, but somehow becomes sharper in how he thrives now, moves. he wants to wring sensation out of him, set him alight, remind him. ]
The only thing that matters in this moment to me is that you are alive.
[ fingers tightening on vax's hand, thumb stroking an old scar as he twists his wrist a little bit from where he's stroking along his cock, thumbing the head of him as he readjusts. a thigh between his legs, keeping them spread for him as he keeps a steady rhythm meant to begin something long and torturous. ] We won't let anything take you away from us. [ not before your time. not even then. never. ]
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vax's skin is cold. it's cold enough that percy feels a surge of desire to warm him, to impress himself like a fire-heated brand to his flesh. ]
I do. But that is for a later date.
[ said with a tenderness and a sharpness meant to set the words in stone. i do owe you. i owe you everything. i should have been better help. i should have done more. his free hand has already started to push down past clothing, fingers curling around him to give a hot stroke of his palm once and then again. when he eyes trail to where vax is, he looks at him over his glasses, close enough here and now that he doesn't fall out of focus, but somehow becomes sharper in how he thrives now, moves. he wants to wring sensation out of him, set him alight, remind him. ]
The only thing that matters in this moment to me is that you are alive.
[ fingers tightening on vax's hand, thumb stroking an old scar as he twists his wrist a little bit from where he's stroking along his cock, thumbing the head of him as he readjusts. a thigh between his legs, keeping them spread for him as he keeps a steady rhythm meant to begin something long and torturous. ] We won't let anything take you away from us. [ not before your time. not even then. never. ]