“I have a, uh…a thing,” Jason managed.
“A thing,” Percy echoed.
Jason nodded.
“‘M afraid I’m gonna need you to elaborate, sweetheart,” Percy murmured, and Jason could practically hear the self-righteous smirk in his voice. God, the cocky bastard. It was so easy to loathe him for his talent and charm—almost as easy as it was for Percy to get him achingly hard.
“A,” Jason swallowed, glad that Percy had put him down on his stomach so that he could gaze at the comforter. “A dildo…”
“A dildo,” Percy once again echoed. The word sounded somehow sexy from his low voice, like a toy used in a not-rated movie rather than a guilty pleasure found in a teenager’s bedroom. And then, with a nip to Jason’s earlobe: “What color?”
“Oh, fuck you,” Jason fired back.
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