vax melts back into the kiss, enjoying this game of tug of war that he and percy have made. each kiss pulls from vax, and so he makes sure to return the tug just as hard, arching into his hips and shivering with each jolt of pleasure that rockets up his spine.

there’s a hand on his cock before long, an insistent hand that continues to take and take. vax can meet him where he is, it’s no issue. vax’ildan pushes his jeans down a little further, and he guides percy’s hand around to his ass. vax has very specific needs, and he wants percy to fulfill them.

“keep touching me,” he breathes out, then copies percy’s motions, reaching between them to cup his cock and palm him through his pants.