hi friends! in honor of skeletá releasing, the world tour starting and reaching a follow milestone, i figured i would do another giveaway! rules are simple, you must be following me and you must like and reblog this post to enter.
i will pay for shipping to anywhere! note: YOU MUST BE 18+ TO ENTER!
the item is the loma vista aqua blue variant of rite here rite now :)
EDIT TO ADD WHEN THE WINNER WILL BE DRAWN: june 6th 😈!
Content: tooth-rotting fluff, over-analyzing!Caleb who notices even the slightest thing that might bother you
A/N: this all kinda happens as caleb and reader are still in the early days of rekindling their relationship, so there’s still that tension and will they/won’t they energy between them
Even though you’ve turned Caleb down plenty of times about moving to Skyhaven to live with him, he stops at nothing to make sure his home is a place of comfort whenever you visit. He’ll do anything to know that you look forward to relaxing in his home. The home he’d readily share with you, if only you’d quit your dangerous pesky job in Linkon and spend the rest of your life in the safety of his arms instead.
That’s why he spends your first few visits watching you like a hawk, taking note of anything about his house that needs changing to better accommodate your habits.
Caleb’s jaw ticks in frustration at himself as you struggle to balance your takeout, the small box of noodles perched precariously on your lap while you sit beside him on his living room couch. The two of you are supposed to be spending a lazy night in, watching cheesy movies while he treats you to your favorite comfort food from down the street.
But now, Caleb’s eyes are only glued to you as he silently berates himself for getting a useless coffee table that’s too low to eat comfortably on. He’s so used to skipping meals or eating in his office at the fleet when you’re not around, so he never cared about the lack of a dining table in his house. Until now.
He immediately decides he needs to get you both a proper place to eat meals together, even on the days you want to be lazy in front of the TV. The next day, he makes an extensive list of all the important pieces of furniture he’s missing to make this place a real home for you. That includes a brand new dining table to go beside his kitchen island, and a few folding tables for when you still want to eat on the couch.
And while he’s at it, he buys a new couch to replace the current one. There’s nothing necessarily wrong with what he has now, but he wants the cushions to be softer for you. He wants you to sink into the sofa with a happy sigh whenever you fall asleep with your head in his lap.
Speaking of sleep, Caleb is far too satisfied with the fact you claimed his bedroom as your own from the moment you first came to Skyhaven. He doesn’t mind at all that he has to temporarily relocate to one of the guest bedrooms every time you come over. He knows he could just permanently move his stuff over to one of the other rooms. But Caleb likes knowing his bedroom is also yours now. And he enjoys going back to the bed you slept in once you’ve returned to Linkon.
He takes pride in catching the faint traces of your scent—a hint of your sweat mixed with the fresh smell of your favorite shampoo and laundry detergent—still lingering on his bedsheets. He revels in knowing you feel most safe and comfortable in his bed, surrounded by his scattered belongings. He wants you to take over his space and drown in his presence the same way he takes greedy gulps of yours every chance he can get.
That said, Caleb’s satisfaction quickly morphs into concern during one of your nighttime cuddle sessions together. His strong arms shield you from the outside world as you lightly snore against his chest. With a smile, he slips out of the bed, ready to let you sleep by yourself. But then he catches the soft groans that escape your parted lips. He pauses at the doorway, his head tilting in concern as you start to toss and turn restlessly in his tangled sheets.
Caleb resigns himself to another sleepless night by your side (he never seems to get any sleep when he’s in the same bed as you). He writes off your discomfort as the result of a nightmare and slides back into bed beside you in the hope it might help you rest better. But in the morning, he sees the way you rub at your neck with a frown. And he hears your breathy whimper of pain when you turn your head a certain way.
His suspicions are confirmed when he offers you a neck massage and you murmur between his firm rubs, “Hm, thanks. I think I slept weird last night.”
The next time you visit, his mattress is different. And there are now several more pillows lined up where there was once only one—sometimes accompanied by a second whenever Caleb would cuddle up beside you. Each new pillow has varying levels of firmness, giving you a range of options to choose from if you struggle to sleep comfortably. And they’re all placed neatly at the head of the bed, ready for you to fall into their soft embrace after a tiring day. Or they can be used for a spontaneous pillow fight against Caleb, in which case he always lets you win.
As for the new mattress, Caleb spent hours in the store trying every one they offered until he found the perfect bed for the type of sleeper you are. It doesn’t matter that you’re technically staying in his room every time you visit. And it doesn’t matter if he sleeps primarily on his back while you prefer your side or your stomach. He picks whatever will be best for you alone—and if you show any signs of discomfort again, he keeps buying brand new mattresses until you’re finally sleeping like a baby.
Caleb’s desperation to make his house become a home for you extends to such great lengths, not even his bathroom is safe. The first few times you stay over at Caleb’s place, you don’t think much about the layout of his bathroom. You’re usually too exhausted from work, or too distracted by your special plans together, to really care about the standard walk-in showers and minimalist aesthetic of his two bathrooms.
Whenever you come over, Caleb makes sure the bathroom adjoined to your—his—bedroom is stocked up with everything you need to take the most refreshing and luxurious showers. But after a particularly long mission one night leaves your muscles aching and your spirit drained, you find yourself mumbling, “I’d kill for a bubble bath right now.”
It’s a throwaway comment—one you make half-asleep, slumped against him on that fancy new sofa he bought for you. Honestly, you only mention it because your mind starts wandering to memories of those playful bubble baths Gran would run for you as a child. And you sleepily think Caleb will just chuckle as he’s reminded of the same memory that’s floating through your foggy head. You don’t notice the way he goes oddly silent while gently stroking your hair as you fall asleep.
When you return to Skyhaven a few weeks later, you step into his bathroom to freshen up and stop dead in your tracks. In your absence, the entire bathroom was renovated to fit a luxurious deep-soaking tub beside the preexisting shower.
It’s definitely the type of bathtub only a colonel of the Farspace Fleet could afford; you notice a sleek digital panel along the side that lets you adjust the water temperature down to the exact degree. And the swirls of water already filled in the tub give you the sneaking suspicion there are expensive whirlpool jets hiding beneath the surface.
Caleb joins you in the doorway with a proud grin, but his eyes hold a bit of uncertainty. Part of him is worried you’ll think it’s all too much. And frankly, it is too much. But you’re getting used to his grand gestures by now.
“Before you left Linkon, you mentioned you had a stressful day at work,” he says softly. “I thought a bath might help you unwind. How does that sound, pip-squeak?”
You’re still staring slack-jawed at the lavish tub, but Caleb can practically see your desire to sink into the warm water and frothy bubbles. He already left a tray across the tub’s width, holding a small bowl of grapes, your favorite drink, and a book you once mentioned in passing but hadn’t gotten around to finishing. The entire room smells faintly of your favorite bath oils—of course he already knows which scents you prefer—and there’s even a towel warmer humming softly in the corner, ready for when you’re done soaking in the tub.
You blink, slowly turning to look at Caleb while he tries very hard to appear casual. “What... is this?” you ask.
He shrugs. “A few weeks ago, you said you wanted a bubble bath.”
You scoff, your voice caught somewhere between disbelief and affection. “I didn’t mean the renovate-your-entire-bathroom kind of bath.”
Caleb only gives you that infuriatingly carefree smile of his, as if his reasoning should be obvious. As if this is definitely the normal response to a random statement you made while bone-tired in his arms.
“You’re worth the upgrade,” he says simply.
When you finally submerge yourself in the hot water with a sigh so content it makes him smile from the hallway, he quietly adds another item to his mental list of ways to keep you coming back to your home with him.
Content: threesome, pegging, oral sex, slight voyeurism, overstimulation, cum swallowing (Percy does it), unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, finger-fucking, multiple orgasms
A/N: just dropping this here while i'm still on hiatus 🙈 i'm not done with S2 yet, so this is more in-character for S1 Vax and Percy. also this is crossposted to AO3 if that tickles your fancy. enjoy 😌
You’re not sure how it came to this. In your foggy recollection, you believe it was a stupid little bet that started it all. But you’re not going to complain about the silver practically stolen from you due to your quick loss. Not when defeat means the slick slide of your strap-on inside Vax, and the heavy weight of Percy’s leer as he sits not too far away.
The inn Vox Machina chose for the night is not much better than the usual run-down, shithole joints the party has previously stayed at. With paper-thin walls and the reek of booze permeating nearly every hallway and room, it’s not the sexiest spot for a tryst like the one you’re having now. But even Percy doesn’t seem to mind the uncomfortable setting tonight. And Vax certainly has no complaints.
The half-elf’s tangled brown locks frame his head like a halo on the bed—the perfect complement to the way he holds your gaze, as if he’s unworthy of being touched by a deity like you. His face scrunches in pleasure, trying his hardest not to come undone already. Another steady thrust, and those breathy gasps of his that you adore so much start to grow in volume.
A smug chuckle snaps your attention to the stool on your left. The dim light of the room only illuminates the bed and one other wall. You only catch the glint of Percy’s glasses for a split second before his entire form disappears back into the shadows.
“Any louder, and the whole damn inn will know what we’re up to,” he says. Even with his face hidden from you, it’s clear Percy’s teasing words are only directed at you. He doesn’t bother to address Vax right now because he isn’t the one calling the shots tonight. “I suggest you keep him quiet, dear.”
Faintly, Vax grumbles a curse beneath his breath, as if the gunslinger’s presence annoys him. But his frustration is only a charade. You all know how Vax occasionally enjoys the special brand of humiliation only Percy can dole out in his signature methodical fashion.
Percy didn’t mention how you should go about keeping Vax silent, but your mind already conjures various ways to do it. With a sly grin, you press one hand to Vax’s cheek, your thumb briefly brushing across his bottom lip.
“Open your mouth,” you whisper. He wastes no time in complying, his pupils somehow growing even larger as two of your fingers slide inside his mouth. “Now suck,” you demand.
Satisfaction takes root deep in your belly while Vax groans around your wet digits. With his immodest noises muffled now, your ears become more attuned to the sharp slap of skin on skin and the obscene slippery sound of Vax’s tight hole taking you deeper.
Percy’s clothes rustle nearby as he readjusts on the stool. You almost miss the soft grunt accompanied by a gruff “fuck” muttered from your left, but your senses feel hyper-aware now. Tingles run along your body with each measured thrust you make and the way Vax’s lean muscles begin to tense beneath you.
You’re getting tired—still slightly unaccustomed to the strength and stamina it takes to thrust a fake cock for this long. You slip your fingers from Vax’s mouth to make a determined path down his straining body. Sweeping past the hard planes of his chest, and then his stomach and hips, your fingers land along the base of his cock. Despite Percy’s previous instruction, he seems to revel in the choked cry that escapes Vax’s lips as you wrap your hand around his length.
“De Rolo,” Vax says through clenched teeth, “quit your giggling in the dark and come here.”
His words make both of you laugh, but you’re in silent agreement with Vax. If Percy doesn’t get his ass over to the bed and touch one of you soon, you’ll spend the rest of the night giving him the cold shoulder.
“As you wish, little bird,” Percy replies with a smirk while emerging from the darkness.
His slender frame towers over you from beside the bed, and he presses one hand to your hip, giving you the extra leverage you need to continue thrusting. Your stomach tightens when he wraps the other hand around Vax’s cock, mirroring the way you’re stroking it while his fingers slightly overlap yours in an intimate caress.
Vax rolls his eyes, although it’s hard to tell if it’s in annoyance or maybe from the pleasure coursing through him. “You know I hate when you call me that,” he argues with a less-than-convincing whine.
“Is that right?” Percy’s thumb lightly squeezes the head of Vax’s cock. Your breath hitches at the sight of his finger slowly swiping the precum beading from the tip. “It doesn't look like you hate it that much.”
Vax seems unable to respond, his fingers fisting the bedsheets and sweat starting to glisten across his chest. He writhes beneath you but still tries to meet your thrusts while bucking his hips up into the pair of hands on his length. Seeing him so vulnerable and desperate makes liquid heat pool between your thighs, and you briefly wonder if you could come from the sight of him alone.
Percy steals your attention, releasing your hip to grip the back of your neck and pull you into a bruising kiss. Your breath escapes your lungs in a whoosh, but you’re grateful for the rougher way he handles you. It’s a stark contrast to the way Vax usually worships you. But you know that Percy will only be as rough as you want him to be—and his calculating nature means he always knows exactly where you’ve drawn the line.
He smiles against your lips when you pull away a little and gasp, trying to chase the breath he stole from your lungs. Between your thrusting and Percy’s wild affection, you’re sure you’ll suffocate before the night is over.
Percy hums in mocking contemplation as he looks back down at Vax. “He’s right on the edge,” he says, far too satisfied with each pathetically loud whine Vax makes as he tries to hold back his orgasm. “Let’s make him come, together.”
You nod, biting down on your lip as you thrust as deep as you can. It takes a decent amount of concentration to find the right combined rhythm of thrusting and stroking Vax’s cock at the same time. But you follow Percy’s lead, allowing him to guide your hand up and down Vax's shaft while you focus on thrusting a bit harder.
In your distracted state, you jolt when you feel Percy’s other hand slide up your body. You’re frankly jealous of how collected he seems right now, whereas you and Vax look like wild animals. But you also feel a fresh wave of arousal at how effortlessly he can affect both of you. Percy’s hand moves to gently massage your breasts. He takes his time to tease each nipple while Vax writhes with the force of his oncoming orgasm.
Without so much as a warning, Vax shudders and moans before spilling onto both pairs of knuckles and his own taut stomach. You mutter a curse under your breath at the sight of his pulsing cock, and you feel hypnotized as you spread a bit of his cum around his cock.
“Shit, Vax,” you say in slight disbelief, your voice breathy from how turned on you are. “You made quite the mess this time.”
A cute blush graces his cheeks in response, enticing a kiss from you before you carefully slide out of him. Rolling over on the bed, you undo the buckles of your strap-on and lazily throw it to the other end of the mattress. You expect the three of you to take a quick breather now, but a soft whimper draws your attention back to the pair of men. Percy hasn’t stopped touching Vax’s aching cock. He continues to stroke him at an even pace, causing Vax to tremble from the sensitivity.
“A-ah, please,” Vax cries out, his fingers gripping Percy’s wrist.
But you know that he secretly loves the overstimulation. That’s why he’s not using his strength to yank Percy’s hand away or scramble out of his reach. Instead, his comically pouty look gets directed at you, and Vax tries again to beg for something he hasn’t decided yet—either for mercy or for more.
“Use your words,” Percy snaps. His low growl sends shivers down your spine, even though the command is not for you. “What do you want, Vax’ildan?”
Vax gulps, closing his eyes and taking a second to collect himself before returning his needy gaze to you. There’s no mistaking who he’s speaking to when he whimpers, “I need more. Please let me taste you, darling.”
Anticipation lights a fire in your chest, and you’re itching to give Vax exactly what he wants. But you glance at Percy first, waiting to see if he’ll agree.
Percy grins at you, and you can see a devilish plan beginning to take shape in his mind. “You heard the man,” he says before giving you a nod of permission.
Eagerly, you crawl to the top of the bed and press a gentle kiss to Vax’s awaiting lips. He groans into your mouth, obviously desperate for the moment when your thighs settle along either side of his head. But as you begin to brace your hands against the headboard, Percy’s tut of disapproval cuts in.
“No, no,” he chides from behind you. “Turn around and face me instead.”
You turn above Vax’s increasingly impatient mouth, being careful not to accidentally kneel on his long hair, and wait to lock eyes with Percy before taking a proper seat. Vax’s slender fingers grip your hips near-painfully, but you feel satisfied knowing he’s looking forward to this as much as you are. Finally, Percy nods in approval, and it takes an insane amount of willpower to descend gently.
It’s ungodly how good Vax is at this. A shudder already racks through you as his tongue glides expertly along your clit. It’s when he gasps against your pussy that you realize why Percy wanted you in this position. Your eyes fly open—you barely even noticed how tight you had shut them seconds ago—and your stomach flips at the sight of Percy’s tongue tracing a leisurely path down Vax’s cock before fully taking him into his mouth.
Percy keeps eye contact with you while reducing Vax to a moaning mess against your cunt. He takes his time teasing and working Vax back up to a second orgasm. Vax, on the other hand, wastes no time devouring you. Even though he seems far too eager to make you unravel, his tongue still moves in measured strokes across your pussy. He knows exactly what pace and amount of pressure you prefer against your throbbing clit. And he relishes in the way your body reacts so easily for him.
“Oh fuck,” you whine, rocking your hips against his mouth with wild abandon. “Just like that…don’t stop, Vax.”
Your pleasure only seems to fuel the desperate whimpers and groans muffled against your cunt. If you hadn’t been in this same position with Vax before, you would have thought he’s only acting this way because of Percy’s skilled tongue. But you know how much Vax savors the taste and feel of you. More than that, he especially loves when you take control and grind down on his face however you like. He enjoys being used by you.
Percy slides his mouth off Vax’s length, using his hand to replace the sensation while he addresses you. “He’s going to come soon,” he says with a cocky grin, “and you’re close too. You better beat him to it.” His tongue and lips return to the tip of Vax’s flushed cock, resuming the unrelenting pace he set before.
Vax is immediately on the same page as Percy. He sets a laser-focus to your clit, sucking it into his mouth while holding your body down firm against him. He's determined to make you come first, and that thought alone causes you to writhe as the pleasure crests within you. Through heavy-lidded eyes, you watch Percy groan around Vax's cock, and it causes a chain reaction of moans and vibrations against each other's skin.
Your nails dig into Vax's chest, and your body shakes as your orgasm finally overtakes you like a tidal wave. It takes barely a second before Vax joins you, overwhelmed with the feeling of your thighs clenching around his head coupled with Percy practically deep-throating him. Vax grips you even tighter, and you almost feel bad that he's unable to see the delicious act of Percy swallowing every drop of cum that Vax gives him. He even makes a show of swiping any stray pearl beads and sucking it off his fingers.
You moan softly, going slightly limp against Vax before gathering your remaining strength to gently roll off him. Lying beside his quivering body, you run your fingers along his chest and snort in amusement when Percy does a few more teasing strokes of Vax's oversensitive cock.
“Oh, gods,” Vax whines. “Take it easy, Percival. I can’t take much more of your cruelty.”
“Alright,” Percy concedes, his voice sounding a little amused. “I'll have mercy on you.” He releases Vax and turns his attention to you, slowly crawling up the bed while pressing kisses all over your skin. He hums in delight before saying, “You both did so well.”
Percy continues caressing your thighs, moving higher to kiss your hips and then the soft swell of your belly. He remains below your chest, leaving ample room for Vax to kiss your neck while skimming feather-light touches across your breasts. They take turns whispering filthy praises to you, saying how beautiful you looked as you rode Vax's face.
They know exactly what they're doing with their honeyed words and reverent touches. Fortunately for them, it's working like a charm. Your body grows hotter under their affection, and soon you ache for so much more.
“Percy, please,” you murmur while lightly tugging on his hair. “Just fuck me already.” The two men chuckle, clearly enjoying how desperate you've become now.
“I guess we've kept her waiting long enough,” Vax tells Percy with a smile.
Percy tilts his head with a grin but stops his teasing kisses that skirt around where you need him most. Finally, he readjusts to kneel back on his heels before palming himself through his pants. You take the opportunity to drag your eyes down his body, appreciating the way he leisurely works to unzip his pants and then pull his throbbing cock out from beneath his boxers.
With how torturously slow he exposed himself, it surprises you how quickly he tugs you closer, gesturing for you to kneel in front of him. He guides your body, pressing your back to his chest so you’re still facing Vax at the head of the bed. The rough texture of his clothes against your naked skin feels a little odd, but you shiver at the thought of Percy still fully dressed and desperate to be inside you.
Your legs are slightly wobbly, still feeling a bit sore in the knees from fucking Vax, but Percy keeps your thighs pushed apart in the perfect position for him to slowly slide into you. The stretch feels amazing, and the two of you sigh in unison once he bottoms out.
You can’t tell if it’s your arousal or your tired body that’s causing you to shake a bit, but Vax immediately notices the way you tremble. He’s still recovering from his previous orgasms, but that doesn’t stop him from sitting up and leaning closer to you, an adorably dazed but concerned look on his face.
“I’ve got you, darling,” Vax whispers. “Just hold onto me.” He pulls your hands to rest on his shoulders, allowing you to use him as leverage while Percy begins to fuck you at an easy pace.
While you get lost in the feeling of Percy’s cock, Vax’s lips trace the curve of your breast before moving to your collarbone and neck. He keeps lavishing your body with kisses, treating you like glass while Percy’s hands grip your hips roughly. When you start rocking your hips back in between thrusts, Percy takes the cue to speed up a bit, pushing himself even deeper as you gasp.
Vax’s fingers tickle your sides, briefly skirting past Percy’s knuckles with a knowing grin before sliding down to your swollen clit. He takes his time to tease you, playing with your clit at a languid pace while Percy sets a steady rhythm that makes your moans grow louder. You’re not sure how much longer you’ll last with these two men determined to make you come as fast and hard as humanly possible. They both know exactly what buttons to press to get the reactions they want from you.
Vax’s teeth latch onto a sensitive spot on your neck, and that somehow pushes you over the edge. You crumple in his arms, crying out from how fierce your second orgasm is. Neither of the men are surprised you came so fast. It was inevitable with the way Vax circled your clit with the same precision as before. What’s really surprising is the way Percy moans your name, his voice strained while he grasps your hips harder.
Vax takes the opportunity to get some payback for Percy’s teasing. “Going to come so soon, Percival?” he taunts.
“Oh, fuck off,” Percy replies through gritted teeth. “You would too if you could feel her right now…”
You can feel your muscles still pulsing around him, and you can’t help but focus your concentration on clamping down just a bit more. You like to watch him suffer just a little bit—and so does Vax, of course.
Percy curses in response before frantically asking, “Where do you want me to–”
“Inside,” you respond quickly. You wrap one of your hands behind you to hold onto his hip, urging him to stay where he is.
Percy doesn’t hold back any longer. He moans your name while spilling inside you. You gasp into Vax’s mouth as he pulls you into a kiss, allowing you and Percy some time to come down from the intensity of your orgasms. All three of you seem to sigh in post-coital bliss, and Vax helps you off of Percy’s cock before his cum starts dripping too far down your thighs.
They both help you lie down on the bed before Vax collapses beside you. But Percy looks like he’s not nearly done playing his little games. To be fair, you also still feel a little revved up, even after two orgasms. Regardless, that little glint in Percy’s eyes as he crawls back up the bed makes you shiver.
“Why do you look like you’re about to kidnap me, de Rolo?” you joke.
He cracks a smile but doesn’t stop advancing toward you until his face hovers over yours. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and says, “Just give us one more, dear.” It’s less of a command and more of a question. But he knows you’re not going to turn down another orgasm. Although you feel a bit fatigued, you’re greedy for one last round, so you nod your head.
Vax groans dramatically beside you. “Gods, really? The two of you are insatiable,” he teases, earning a sharp nudge of your elbow in his side.
“Don’t act like you aren’t either,” you argue.
“Touché.”
Your responding laugh gets cut off with a gasp while Percy coats his fingers in his remaining cum spilling past your puffy lips. He dips a soaked finger inside your cunt, testing your reactions before giving you a second one when you’re ready. He watches your face closely, mouth twitching in a smirk as his fingers curl at just the right spot.
Your back arches off the bed, and Vax slides a bit closer to gently kiss your body wherever he can reach. Without exchanging any more words with the other man, Vax already knows what to do to enhance the desire spreading throughout your body. He leans his head down to your breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth. In tandem, one of his hands glides down your body. His fingers tease your clit, occasionally spreading out a bit to allow Percy to flick the needy bud with his tongue.
The two of them work wordlessly with one common goal. They barely need to communicate to reduce your limbs to jelly, and you secretly love how experienced they are with your body language to be able to pull this off so expertly. The only sounds between the two of them are Percy’s whispered praises and Vax’s soft moans muffled by the sloppy kisses he presses all over your tits. When Vax’s eyes meet yours again, you realize your nails are digging into his bicep. But he doesn’t let up, and neither does Percy.
Your mouth falls open in a silent cry before you stutter, “I– I’m so close, please…”
Vax is the one to grant you permission this time. His lips curve into a smile against your skin. “Hm, then come for us, darling.”
The two of them continue their song and dance, watching every twitch and jolt of your body with bated breath. Vax’s eyelids flutter with desire, staring at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world. And when you turn your head to Percy, you swear you see a hint of a sadistic grin before he bites down on your inner thigh, determined to leave marks as a reminder of tonight.
There’s no stopping your pleasure as it barrels into you with full force. Your chest heaves while you desperately try to catch your breath—although Percy is doing his damndest to prolong your orgasm just like he did with Vax. His fingers continue curling slowly a few more times, determined to wring every last drop of desire from your exhausted body.
Vax murmurs sweet nothings in your ear, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine with how the two of them take such care with bringing you down from your high. After Percy finally relents and pulls his fingers from your pussy, he flops down on the other side of your body, opposite from Vax.
Vax’s aftercare is always the best, but with Percy added in the mix, it’s like being pampered royalty. They take turns pressing tender kisses to your heated skin and brushing back the sweat-slicked strands of hair from your face. Percy dutifully pulls out a handkerchief to carefully wipe away the mess along yours and Vax’s lower halves, promising to draw a bath when you’re all ready for it. And Vax lets you play with his hair while he whispers how good you made him feel earlier. Percy takes a moment to check in with Vax too, making sure he didn’t do anything that made either of you uncomfortable.
After a beat of silence, Percy hums in quiet contemplation. “To think Scanlan was technically the reason for tonight…”
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” you interrupt with a groan. “That little shit fleeced me!” You turn your look of playful annoyance to Vax. “We would have won that damn bet if you didn’t beg me to fuck you.”
“It’s not my fault,” Vax says defensively. Although there’s a smug look on his face that says he isn't sorry at all. “Three days without your touch is a long fucking time.”
“Vax,” you say through gritted teeth, “you barely lasted a few hours, let alone one day.”
He chuckles with a shrug. “At least I lasted longer than the nobleman just did.”
His jab at Percy earns him a light backhanded slap on the chest from the nobleman himself, and you can’t help but giggle at the way they try to play-fight around your body. Regardless of how much these two banter, you know they equally enjoy each other’s presence. And no matter how much hard-earned coin was lost in that annoying bet, you’ll remember to thank Scanlan for his antics this time.
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