Percy squeezes Vax's hands, then pulls his own free so that he can get Vax's pants open. The slow grind is delicious, and there is every chance he might indulge it any other time (what a dangerous thought), but right now... his mind is on one track and it is not easily diverted. He doesn't care if Vax is undressed: Percy just wants him undressed enough.

He sits up enough to push into another kiss, unyielding and insistent. As soon as he can push denim out of his way, he slips a hand beneath the last bit of fabric so he can slide his palm over Vax'ildan's cock.