Page 53 of Speak in Fever
He realises belatedly that his hand is still gripping Percy’s shoulder in a vice-grip. He loosens it a bit but doesn’t let go, feels like he needs the anchor to keep him centred.
Percy’s finger drags out and presses back in again and okay, okay, maybe that feels a little bit good; Rath’s cock starts thickening up again and he can’t help the way his stomach muscles tense visibly. Another couple slow thrusts and Rath learns that if he clenches down a little on each inward stroke it makes sparks of warmth come to life in his gut, and realises that the thought of being forced open around Percy’s fingers has him feeling all hot.
He registers the slightly wicked look that crosses Percy’s face just too late to prepare himself for the firm press of a fingertip against his prostate. And of course he knew it was going to feel good–everyone always says it feels amazing–but he’s not prepared for the visceral reaction he has to it.
“Oh– oh my god, please –” Lightning crackles up his spine and makes all of his extremities tingle. A high whine gets stuck in his throat when Percy does it again, again, drags his finger back and forth over the bundle of nerves. Rath’s whole body jerks on the fifth or sixth pass, when it’s just starting to feel a little sensitive and like he could probably come from it if Percy were to continue.
“It’s good now?” Percy’s grin is knowing, and Rath can only whine again when he stops. He nevers wants it to end , thinks he’ll probably become addicted to it in no time.
“It’s– it’s so–”
“I know, I know,” Percy croons, and keeps up the devastating little strokes of his finger, “think I can add another?”
Rath couldn’t say no if he tried. No sooner has he started nodding frantically that he feels the blunt press of another finger at his rim, the first one drawing out to accommodate it.
It’s a slight stretch this time, burns a bit until both fingers have slid all the way in and— and then Rath feels so full , oh , it’s so—
“‘M so full,” he slurs, just so Percy knows exactly how amazing he’s making him feel. Percy grins down at him, pupils blown and looking so ecstatic , so happy, like making Rath feel good is all he ever wants to do.
“Look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, giving these tiny overwhelming twitches of his fingertips, “all full up with my fingers. You’re so gorgeous.”
Rath drags him down for another kiss, moaning into it when the movement jostles Percy’s fingers inside him. Percy’s mouth is hungry, desperate, licking past Rath’s lips with a fervour that makes him giddy; a particularly hard nip to his bottom lip is punctuated with the first gentle pull out of Percy’s fingers and Rath all but whines, high and needy.
Percy doesn’t even ask him this time, just starts pumping his fingers at a pace that steals Rath’s breath away. On every inward thrust Percy finds his prostate and Rath realises with a jolt that he’s close , that being stuffed with two fingers has him hurtling towards the edge already. Maybe he should be embarrassed that he’s so easy or so needy but with the way Percy’s gazing at him he just can’t make himself feel it.
“I’m—I’m close, Percy, please —“
Percy shushes him gently, giving a sharp crook of his fingers that has Rath’s back arching off the bed. Holy shit.
“Think you can take one more finger?”
The mere thought of it is almost too much to handle. Rath nods, clenching down a couple times around the intrusion; he feels scorched alive by the look Percy is fixing him with as he adds even more lube to his fingers, as a third one prods at his rim.
“Just breathe slowly,” Percy says as he starts to press it in, “try to stay relaxed.”
Rath does his absolute damnedest, although he ends up mostly holding his breath until it’s all the way in. And once it is– his eyes roll back because oh god , he’s never felt so full , didn’t know it could feel like this . Percy stills all his fingers then, doesn’t move a muscle as he allows Rath to adjust– Rath’s having none of that.
“Percy, move. You’ve gotta move.”
Percy complies easily, like he can’t possibly wait another second. Rath can hardly breathe when he starts to pump his fingers, steady and relentless and oh, oh , Rath’s gonna come–
“I’m gonna– Percy please –” He’s not even sure what he’s begging for, just that he’s running on pure sensation and that he’s never come untouched in his life but is all too close to finding out whether or not he can. Percy nods and doubles down on his efforts, crooking his fingers against Rath’s prostate over and over and over, back and forth and in devastating circles.
“Yeah, yeah, go on, come for me.” His pupils are blown, full of awe and lust, and Rath holds his gaze for as long as he can before he feels like he’s going to drown it.
This orgasm builds slowly but earth-shatteringly surely, a tug in his gut that aches in its intensity. Rath struggles to draw adequate air in as it reaches its peak and then he’s coming, spurting untouched over his stomach and gasping and writhing on Percy’s fingers. He’s never felt anything like it, the way it just goes on and on and on until his body feels completely spent and wrung-dry but god , he never wants it to end –
“Beautiful, you’re so beautiful,” Percy tells him, helping him ride out the aftershocks with smaller, gentler circles against his prostate. Rath shakes his head when the stimulation starts to tail off, grasps at Percy’s wrist with clumsy fingers because no , he doesn’t want it to stop –
“Another,” he gasps out, twitching from oversensitivity. There’s sweat beading on his forehead and his whole body istrembling but he’s never felt this good, never felt like this – like his whole body is scalding, all open and dripping.
“Another…?” Percy starts, hesitant, “another finger? Are you sure? Don’t wanna make you oversensitive.”
Rath shakes his head frantically. “No, no, another– make me come again. Please.”
Percy’s eyes go impossibly wide. He’s stilled his fingers completely and Rath’s hitching his hips down to try and compensate but it’s no good, it’s not enough, he hasn’t even fully gone soft.
“Are you sure?” Percy asks, and Rath appreciates the concern, really, but he thinks he’s probably gonna implode if he doesn’t come again within the next few minutes.
