vax’ildan can’t stop either now that he’s started, and he doesn’t want to. he has to get percy out of these clothes now, he has to kiss him back as hard as he can when callused hands stroke his hair and pull him close once again. the kiss is open mouthed and all tongue, hungry and desperate, while his own scarred hands start exploring percy’s torso. he toys with his nipples for a moment, but before long he slides thin hands down his arms until their fingers meet. the metal of percy’s wedding ring pulls vax’ildan out of the moment, just a little, but he’s sucked back in as he slots between percy’s legs again.

vax starts to set a slow grinding pace against his brother-in-law, his breath shallow and ragged against percy’s mouth. the pressure in his jeans is hard to ignore, but this will have to work for now until he can get them off.