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Percy licked his lips, but he didn’t make a noise.
But Wren could fix that easily. He pressed his hand to the front of Percy’s throat and used his grip to urge the man’s gaze up. “Moan. Loud.” Percy obeyed immediately. Wren could barely hear it. But he could feel it against his palm, and he nodded, satisfied. “One of these days, I’m going to take my processors off and command you fully in sign. And you’ll only get to come if you can obey every single order.”
Percy shuddered, his lips parted, eyes glassy. He nodded almost frantically, then lifted his hands to sign, “I want that. I want so many things with you.”
So did he. So fucking many things. For a brief second, he remembered Ravi’s promise that Wren could have this—could want this—and it didn’t need to change who he was. He didn’t need to fit into a box to make anyone happy.
“Wren?”
He glanced down to see Percy staring up at him with a frown.
“Are you alright?”
Wren moved his hand to Percy’s cheek for a brief moment, grazing his lips with his thumb. “I’m dealing with a few things, but being with you is making it better.”
Not quite the truth, but also not a lie.
There was nowhere else he’d rather be, even if Percy was the source of his crisis. He licked his lips, then leaned down and captured him in a mean, messy kiss full of tongue and teeth. Percy moaned again, the sound vibrating against his palm as he returned his grip to his throat. It was fucking delicious, and Wren swore he could get off on that alone.
After a long beat of feeling Percy’s hammering pulse against his fingers, Wren loosened his grip, then took several steps back. He tapped his chin as he looked him over.
“Time to get on your knees,” he signed very slowly. He could see that Percy wasn’t far enough along for that, so he took pity on him and switched to his voice. “Knees, gorgeous. Just like I promised you.”
Percy groaned as he slipped off the bed, his ass landing hard on his heels. His eyes were a little glazed, and Wren could see he was losing himself, which was exactly what he wanted. He took a step closer and grazed a touch over Percy’s jawline.
Percy breathed out, unsteady. “I want you,” he signed, his fingers trembling.
Wren felt a rush of affection for him, which was new and strange but something he wanted to hoard close to his chest. He reached behind him to grab his shirt, and he pulled it over his head before looking down at Percy. The way his lover watched him with open, unabashed hunger went straight to his cock, and it throbbed behind his zipper.
He rubbed the heel of his palm over his jeans, then put his hands behind his back. “Get my dick out,” Wren said as he stepped within reach.
Percy’s fingers were strong and steady as he pushed the button through the hole, then dragged the zipper down. He licked his lips, gazing up into Wren’s face as he pushed fingers through the slit in Wren’s boxers, then drew his cock out. The air was cool, and Percy’s touch was so fucking warm.
Wren let out a slow breath, then swayed forward to rub his erection over Percy’s sternum. Percy melted under the attention. “You like that?”
Percy lifted his hand and nodded his fist. “Yes.”
“Good,” Wren said. He let Percy go, then held his cock out like an offering. “Kiss it. Show me how thankful you are to be here.”
Percy’s whole body trembled as he did as Wren ordered. He parted his lips, suckling under the head with a teasing tongue. He couldn’t take his eyes off Percy’s lush mouth and the way he seemed so fucking hungry for anything Wren was willing to give him. It was a heady power trip, but it was more than that.
It felt important. And more than anything, he wanted Percy to feel wanted and safe and maybe a little possessed.
And hell, maybe that was love. Or maybe it wasn’t, but it could very well be something just as good. Maybe it was something Percy would be willing to have and keep without feeling like he was compromising parts of himself.
Gripping the back of Percy’s neck, Wren urged him to his feet, then shoved him backward, watching him fall against the blankets. He hit the bed, and his lips parted, like all the air was rushing from his lungs as he stared up at Wren.
“I really want to take my time with you,” Wren said, “but I don’t think I can.”
Percy’s eyes widened, and he pushed up on one elbow, his other hand lifting to ask, “Did I do something wrong?”
Wren’s whole body softened, and he leaned forward, grabbing Percy by the wrist so he could kiss each clever finger. “No, gorgeous. Nothing like that. You’re perfect. You’re so fucking perfect I can’t hold back. I know you wanted something more tonight, but…”
“No,” Percy voiced, then took a breath so deep Wren could hear it fill his lungs. “I think all I really needed was to be here with you.”
Wren closed his eyes against those words, collecting himself.
“I’m not asking for more than you can give me,” Percy went on when Wren was finally looking at him again. “I promise I will do my best to never ask that. But you are enough, okay?”
