Percy's breath catches against Vax's mouth as a hand slides over his cock. Even through the sturdy fabric of his trousers, that pressure is--it's driving him a little mad. He drags Vax into another kiss and uses that grip on Vax's ass to try to get him closer - on top of him, anything that eliminates space between their bodies.

"I don't intend to stop."

His pulse is pounding and he can't think beyond this moment. Nothing matters but the way it feels when they move against each other, nothing but the warmth of Vax's mouth and hands and the urgency coursing through both of them.