“Can you pass—thank you.” Vax opens a bottle with a pop and Percy feels the careful but not inexperienced touch of Vax’s oil-slick fingers teasing at his entrance. He gasps—so soon?—and hears Vax chuckle.
It will hardly be difficult to identify the people he’s pleasuring. They’re too physically different. But it’s a part of this game. Naming each of them as he brings them off. Acknowledging that his body is their toy.
He shivers at the thought even as Vax pushes one finger slowly into him, and he can hear Keyleth’s soft gasp from down near his feet. The thought of her watching Vax finger him makes him want to press his thighs together, but also makes him want to spread them wider, lift his ass, and beg.
He does the latter.
“Please, Vax.” His teeth are gritted. “More.”
“You’ll get more when we’re ready to give it to you.” Vex’s voice is poison-sweet. “Don’t forget your place here.”
Vax curves his finger inside Percy just right and Percy gasps and sighs. Vax does it again, pressing harder, and this time someone’s fingertips drag along Percy’s thigh, making him arch into the touch.
“Gods... one of you, any of you, just use me, dammit!” His fingers twitch, grabbing at the air, but he can hear them laughing at him and nobody save for Vax and the person whose hand is on his thigh do anything to alleviate his need.
Vax is still working him. Slowly. Too slowly. Percy jerks his hips in a silent plea and hears more laughter. He can feel his face turning crimson. They did promise to make him beg, and he should know by now that Vox Machina keep their promises.
“Fucking—fuck, come on!”
“Maybe we should put that dirty mouth to use,” Vex says contemplatively.
“Yes, gods damn it!”
A single finger presses against his lips and Percy opens his mouth, sucking at the tip, running his tongue around it. It’s probably Keyleth or Vex; the fingertip doesn’t seem quite calloused enough for Vex, but it could still be her. It’s too big to be Scanlan or Pike, too small to be Grog. He’s pretty sure Vax is too occupied elsewhere.
He scrapes his teeth lightly over the fingertip in his mouth and then sucks again. Vax has paused, presumably watching, and Percy spreads his legs wider, lifting his ass.
“You’re such a wanton whore,” Vax says with a laugh, and his finger slides out of Percy entirely, only to be replaced by two. Percy groans and then gasps as the fingers stroking his thigh move to cup his sac, tickling and teasing. They seem too daring to be Keyleth. The thought of both twins working together to rile him up makes him groan again and thrust up, blindly seeking further contact.
“He’d be a pricey whore,” Grog rumbles, and this time the finger that presses against Percy’s lips is definitely the goliath’s. Percy sucks it in, gives it the same treatment, and hears Grog make a gratifyingly pleased sound. “Worth it, though.”
“I didn’t know you swung that way, Grog,” Pike says with a light giggle.
“I think tonight we all swing one way,” Vex says from somewhere near Percy’s waist, and he’s suddenly positive it’s the twins working between his thighs.
“I know my compass is pointing due de Rolo,” Vax says.
“Don’t be crass, brother.” Vex gives Percy’s sac a light squeeze and then her slim fingers wrap around the base of his cock with a harder squeeze.
If they fuck him together he may well die before the night can really get started.
See Me At My Worst, 3/? (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)
It will hardly be difficult to identify the people he’s pleasuring. They’re too physically different. But it’s a part of this game. Naming each of them as he brings them off. Acknowledging that his body is their toy.
He shivers at the thought even as Vax pushes one finger slowly into him, and he can hear Keyleth’s soft gasp from down near his feet. The thought of her watching Vax finger him makes him want to press his thighs together, but also makes him want to spread them wider, lift his ass, and beg.
He does the latter.
“Please, Vax.” His teeth are gritted. “More.”
“You’ll get more when we’re ready to give it to you.” Vex’s voice is poison-sweet. “Don’t forget your place here.”
Vax curves his finger inside Percy just right and Percy gasps and sighs. Vax does it again, pressing harder, and this time someone’s fingertips drag along Percy’s thigh, making him arch into the touch.
“Gods... one of you, any of you, just use me, dammit!” His fingers twitch, grabbing at the air, but he can hear them laughing at him and nobody save for Vax and the person whose hand is on his thigh do anything to alleviate his need.
Vax is still working him. Slowly. Too slowly. Percy jerks his hips in a silent plea and hears more laughter. He can feel his face turning crimson. They did promise to make him beg, and he should know by now that Vox Machina keep their promises.
“Fucking—fuck, come on!”
“Maybe we should put that dirty mouth to use,” Vex says contemplatively.
“Yes, gods damn it!”
A single finger presses against his lips and Percy opens his mouth, sucking at the tip, running his tongue around it. It’s probably Keyleth or Vex; the fingertip doesn’t seem quite calloused enough for Vex, but it could still be her. It’s too big to be Scanlan or Pike, too small to be Grog. He’s pretty sure Vax is too occupied elsewhere.
He scrapes his teeth lightly over the fingertip in his mouth and then sucks again. Vax has paused, presumably watching, and Percy spreads his legs wider, lifting his ass.
“You’re such a wanton whore,” Vax says with a laugh, and his finger slides out of Percy entirely, only to be replaced by two. Percy groans and then gasps as the fingers stroking his thigh move to cup his sac, tickling and teasing. They seem too daring to be Keyleth. The thought of both twins working together to rile him up makes him groan again and thrust up, blindly seeking further contact.
“He’d be a pricey whore,” Grog rumbles, and this time the finger that presses against Percy’s lips is definitely the goliath’s. Percy sucks it in, gives it the same treatment, and hears Grog make a gratifyingly pleased sound. “Worth it, though.”
“I didn’t know you swung that way, Grog,” Pike says with a light giggle.
“I think tonight we all swing one way,” Vex says from somewhere near Percy’s waist, and he’s suddenly positive it’s the twins working between his thighs.
“I know my compass is pointing due de Rolo,” Vax says.
“Don’t be crass, brother.” Vex gives Percy’s sac a light squeeze and then her slim fingers wrap around the base of his cock with a harder squeeze.
If they fuck him together he may well die before the night can really get started.