with percy inside him, vax'ildan doesn't know how long he's going to last. he's thick and so wonderful in him, filling him in all the right ways and pressing tightly against his prostate. the pressure on his spot forces drops of precome frmo his tip, falling into a mess on percy's stomach. it's uneven and askew, much like vax, much like his hair and their kiss and this sex. all of it is hungry and needy, the way he bounces on his lap becoming more and more desperate.

maybe in another life, on a different island, with less aphrodisiacs, this would have been something more intimate. vax'ildan would have been kidding himself if he said he wasn't attracted to percy, and all he needed was the little push of the aphrodisiac.

"come on, come on--" he growls out, his thrusts against percy getting harder and deeper.