Page 54 of Speak in Fever
“Are you really gonna make me beg?”
Percy’s lips twitch up into a tantalising little grin. He’s so, so hard in his boxers, Rath can see the wet patch in the material that seems to grow before his eyes, and his mouth feels very empty all of a sudden. That thought and every other one is dismissed when Percy crooks his fingers up again hard.
“Tempting offer,” he says, “but I’d rather see you fall apart on my fingers.”
Rath’s head falls back onto the pillow when Percy switches back to the firm, relentless circles that drove him absolutely crazy last time. He can feel that he’s not going to last long, all of his nerves fried and red-hot in the wake of his last orgasm. It almost– it almost hurts , the intensity of it, the way the pleasure is so sharp it morphs into pain. Rath can hardly keep his eyes open and certainly can’t keep any of the sounds that fall from his lips at bay.
The first tear falls somewhere between Percy murmuring,“Good, you’re so good, so gorgeous,” and a thumb pressing down on his perineum. Rath gasps as it rolls down his cheek, hot against his even hotter skin, only to snifflea little when it’s closely followed by a couple more. Percy’s ministrations falter, then.
“Rath, you’re–”
Oh, Rath has never seen his eyes this dark. It almost swallows him up, deep and swirling and hungry.
“I’m fine,” he gasps out, “it’s just– good, it’s so good , please don’t stop–” He breaks off on what can only be described as a sob, beyond oversensitive when he clenches down on Percy’s fingers. Percy checks in, again, because he’s so sweet and careful, and when Rath reassures him shakily that he’s fine he picks the pace back up.
Rath’s moans have started to pitch higher, into whines that he might have been embarrassed about once– but they only seem to encourage Percy, to make him lean down and seal his lips over Rath’s in a deep, messy kiss. It’s filthy, too much tongue and teeth that click, saliva starting to drip down Rath’s chin and it’s good, it’s so good , and the edge of pain has started to morph into bright, blinding pleasure again with the first hints of another orgasm. It’s just– it’s all so much. He’s dripping precome all over his already soiled stomach and doesn’t think he’s ever got so wet.
“You gonna come again?” Percy asks, breathless. “So pretty when you come for me.”
How could Rath possibly let him down when he asks like that ? Not that he’d be able to hold back against the hot tug in his gut at this point anyway, but the gentle praise does wonders.
“Yeah, yeah, gonna–gonna come for you, please–” Rath’s not even sure how he’s coherent at this point, whole body locked up to the point he’s worried about cramps later. The warmth pooling in his gut gets hotter, hotter, till it’s almost burning and this one is so much more than his first orgasm, god, it’s so–
Percy starts pumping his fingers harder, trailing his lips down Rath’s neck to his chest and his lips have barely closed around a nipple when Rath’s vision whites out again.
His mouth is open on a soundless, helpless gasp, eyes rolled back while it washes through him and just keeps going . As wave after wave after wave of pleasure course through him Rath is vaguely aware of everything slowly fading out; of the sensations that were once razor-sharp turning muted, of Percy’s voice sounding far-off, of not quite being able to force his eyes back open.
It’s a nice place to float. He can’t even feel the gross stickiness of his stomach, or the rivulets of sweat dripping down his temples or the tears drying on his cheeks, but nor can he feel– nor can he feel Percy . That’s not good. He doesn’t like that.
Nevertheless, it takes him a few minutes to come back. Percy is lying by his side when he comes to, and Rath curls into his body as soon as he feels like he can move. That’s better, so much better. His stomach is clean, too; god, Percy is just the best.
“Welcome back, beautiful boy.” Percy has his face buried in Rath’s hair, and it’s all gross and sweaty and Rath has half a mind to complain but finds that his tongue feels just a little too heavy for that. Besides, if Percy’s happy, he’s happy.
“That wasn’t too much?” Percy continues, and Rath shakes his head with a hum. It was too much, but it was so, so good.
“It was amazing,” he croaks, and Percy scrabbles immediately for the water on the nightstand.
“Here,” he says, holding it up to Rath’s lips, “drink.”
It’s when they’re settling in again that Rath realises Percy still hasn’t come. He’s pressing hard against Rath’s hip and, well, that is absolutely not good enough, he certainly isn’t having that.
“Can I suck you off?” It comes out a little croaky still, and Rath clears his throat to try and fix it. Percy’s huff of laughter gently ruffles his hair.
“You don't need to do that.”
Rath makes a soft little noise of dissatisfaction. Sure, he may be a tad lacking in experience in the gay sex department, but he’s not just gonna leave Percy hard while he came twice .
“Please, I wanna–”
“I’ll settle for a handjob,” Percy says, and Rath knows it’s just to placate him, “you need to rest.”
Rath rolls his eyes. He settles better on his side, though, wastes no time pulling Percy’s boxers down and wrapping one hand around him. The whine Percy muffles in his hair is soft, desperate, betraying just how long he’s been on the edge. Rath takes mercy on him and immediately sets a decent pace, finds his hands are a little shaky still but fully functional enough to give a decent handjob.
Percy’s breath starts hitching when Rath thumbs under the head of his cock. He’s so sensitive, Rath’s amazing captain, set off by the smallest touch. Rath dips into the slit to gather more precome– not that he needs it, since Percy’s cock is already so wet and dripping– and then it’s a matter of seconds before Percy’s whining all high and breathy and hitching his hips up into Rath's grip like he can’t help it.
One more well-timed touch to the head of his cock and Percy comes hard, crying out softly. He’s so gorgeous. Rath watches him spurt all over his stomach with nothing other than awe, pumping him gently through it.
Percy kisses him, gentle and slow, and Rath melts against him.
