He keeps his hand tight in Vax's hair: he doesn't want to let him go. Aphrodisiacs or not, there is something deeper here and even when this is over, Percy will be hard pressed not to acknowledge it, at least to himself. He remembers, vividly, how it felt to have Vax kiss him. And he never really forgot...

But right now? Nothing exists outside of the space between them. Nothing beyond their harsh breathing and the urgent, desperate fucking they've fallen into. Blunt nails dig in against Vax's thigh, dragging down to leave welts as heat coils up inside him. Percy forces himself to let go of Vax's hair in favor of getting a hand around his pretty cock. He doesn't really stroke, just lets Vax thrust into it as he moves.

"Gods--Vax--"

Percy's breath catches and he nearly chokes on Vax'ildan's name as that delicious tension finally snaps. He jerks his hips up, trying to bury himself in Vax as he comes.