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“Kiss me” was Percy’s response.
Wren did, their lips meeting almost frantic and wild, and then he bustled Percy back against his headboard before straddling his thighs and kissing him again until they both needed to breathe.
Percy murmured something Wren missed.
He pulled back and traced a touch over his lips. “Say that again?”
Instead of speaking, Percy raised his hand to his chin to sign, “Thank you.”
Wren blinked, then laughed. “You’re thanking me? I’m the one who came.”
Percy rolled his eyes and tapped his temple with all four fingers. “I know.” His fingers hesitated, then dropped to Wren’s hips as he voiced, “I needed it. I needed you to fall apart because of me, that you wanted me enough to let go.”
Wren’s heart gave another strange throb, and the only solution seemed to be kissing Percy again and shuffling back so he could get a hand around him. Percy moaned against his mouth, and Wren quickly picked up a furious pace, the sound of his fist slapping against the base of his dick with each stroke so loud, he could hear it perfectly. Percy’s body began to tremble and writhe like he was trying to both escape the sensation and lean into it, and less than a minute later, Percy’s head fell back against the hard wood, and his hips stuttered upward as he came.
He shot hot, thick ropes over his chest, and Wren stroked him until Percy began to squirm, his face flushed a gorgeous pink. His lips were puffy and wet, and Wren couldn’t help but kiss them again before nosing along his jaw, then kissing over his pulse. Percy’s groan buzzed against his mouth, and he held it there until Percy’s heart began to calm.
“Too much?”
“No,” Percy said. Then, his body tensed, almost like he was on edge for something.
It only took Wren a second to figure out he was waiting to be thrown out of the bed. Wren sighed, then pulled back and stared down at the mess before looking into Percy’s eyes. “I’d like you to stay.”
It was the first time that night that real hesitation crept into Percy’s expression. His eyes cut to the side, and then he nodded. “Okay, but…are you certain?”
“I am.” Wren cradled Percy’s cheeks again and stroked his thumbs over his pale stubble. Fuck, that burn would feel so good between his cheeks as Percy ate his ass. He shoved that thought away for another night. “I promise I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t what I wanted.”
Percy swallowed heavily, then nodded once more. “Well, I’d like to stay. I, uh…I don’t think I want to be alone after all that.”
“Tell me again it wasn’t too much,” Wren said.
Percy laughed and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him against the cooling streaks of come. It should have been disgusting, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when Percy’s arms felt so fucking good. “Can you hear me okay?”
Wren nodded. “I can.”
Percy took a breath, then said, “It wasn’t too much. I’d like…more,” he added, his hesitation more like he wasn’t sure how to voice what he needed. And fuck if Wren didn’t understand that down to his very bones. “The way you touch me, the way you command me…” He trailed off on a small sigh, then tightened his grip like he needed Wren’s full weight against him. “I want more of that.”
Wren turned his face and kissed his jaw, his earlobe, his neck. “I don’t know what all of this means for the future, but I do know damn well that I’m exactly where I want to be. And with the man I want in my bed.”
Percy gave a single tremble that ran from his shoulders to his feet, and then his grip loosened just a little, and he leaned his face into the crook of Wren’s neck. “Can you stay like this? Just for a while.”
“Anything for my good boy,” Wren whispered.
Percy shuddered again, then simply let himself rest, and Wren held him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“You look ridiculous.”
Wren blinked at Ravi, then realized both cheeks were literally full of boba pearls. He attempted to chew them, but as they started slipping down his throat, he began to choke and rolled toward the trash can, spitting out everything like a goddamn hamster hoarding seeds.
When he sat back, he realized Ravi was literally trembling with laughter. “Fuck you.” The easy, simple, universal sign of a middle finger.
Ravi threw his hands up in surrender, though his eyes were still leaking tears. “What is wrong with you today?”
Dragging a hand down his face, Wren grimaced when he realized he had tea on his cheeks, and he sat back, shaking his head. “I don’t know.”
Ravi sobered almost immediately. “Percy,” he spelled.
