Percy slides his fingers free as Vax straddles him again. While Vax presses against his chest, he reaches behind the other man and lets his saliva-slick fingers brush against Vax's. He probably shouldn't rush this. He should take better care: this is Vax, after all. A man who is... like a brother. He lets that thought go as quickly as it surfaces and he keeps his eyes on Vax's face as he carefully pushes a finger in alongside Vax's own. Percy takes a sharper breath and he can't quite help the slight push of his hips. His cock is aching and he is desperate to bury himself.

He lifts his other hand letting his calloused fingertips brush over Vax'ildan's chest. They curl, blunt nails raking gently.