Vax snarls. The ropes around Percy’s ankles fall away and suddenly his knees are shoved almost up to his chest, his body folded under Vax’s.
“How fucking dare you, you entitled little shit.”
“At least you know your sister’s in good hands.”
Oh, this is a dangerous game, and oh, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Especially when one of Vax’s hands knots in his hair, yanking him into a brutal kiss. It’s that one tiny bit of assurance that Percy still sort of needs that Vax isn’t actually going to gut him like a kobold for being an asshole.
“Shithead,” Vax says against his lips. “We should leave you like this for when the mansion disappears, you whore. Let everyone see how the scion of Whitestone really likes to be treated.”
Percy’s cock pulses with pleasure-pain and he can’t hold back a sound of torment. Had it been one of the others using him—save maybe Scanlan, who seems to know his way around such scenarios—they would likely have stopped and checked in with him.
Vax doesn’t stop. Vax just deliberately fucks into him ever harder. And Vax murmurs, “I’ll bet Orthax taught you to like this, didn’t he?”
It’s not something that came out under the zone of truth spell—gods know what did come out was damning enough—but Percy’s in no place to dissemble. He hears Vax’s shocked gasp as Vax realizes that he was right, and then feels the slow hot pulse of Vax spilling over into him, nails digging into Percy’s shoulders.
“Vax’ildan, have I served you well?” Percy asks and, belatedly, “Keyleth, have I served you well?”
“Oh, yes,” Keyleth says fervently.
“Nine Hells, Percival.” Vax’s forehead rests against Percy’s for a long moment before he lifts up and away. When he slips free of Percy, Percy whimpers with the sudden empty feeling, and Vax takes up the plug to fill him back up again.
“No,” Scanlan says, and the plug goes away. Percy feels one of Scanlan’s hands on his thigh, small and sure as he casts a spell that leaves Percy feeling far less sticky. One of Scanlan’s fingers hooks under the ring around the base of Percy’s shaft. “Can he come with this on?”
“Theoretically not.” Vex sounds amused. “But you can always try and see.”
“You mean Gilmore doesn’t try these things out before he sells them? For shame.” Percy feels Scanlan’s breath warm against the skin of his upper thigh.
“I didn’t ask. I assume he’s quite experienced with their construction by now.”
“Do you spend a lot of time talking about sex toys with Shaun?” Vax sounds jealous.
“Enough time.” Vex laughs. “Scanlan, whatever you’re doing down there, keep going. Dear Percival looks as though he’s going quite mad.”
“I’m not doing anything,” Scanlan says unconvincingly. He nuzzles in closer, his mouth closing over a bit of Percy’s skin, worrying at it with his teeth. Percy goes “Ah!” and then “Fuck!” when Scanlan bites him harder. He can feel the prick of Scanlan’s stubble and the brush of Scanlan’s carefully kept hair; the latter has come out of its habitual ponytail and wisps over Percy’s cock.
Scanlan licks at the delicate skin of Percy’s sac and then draws it between his lips; Percy flinches, anticipating another bite, but Scanlan’s exceedingly gentle and thorough.
“Raise up,” he murmurs, and Percy feels a different thicker cushion go under his ass when he does so. Scanlan settles back in, lips just barely brushing down Percy’s shaft before returning to their former position.
Percy very quickly realizes Scanlan’s aim and the purpose of the cleaning spell when Scanlan’s tongue starts lapping gently at his entrance. He lets out a hoarse shout and bucks up again, and Scanlan’s hands clamp down on his thighs with surprising strength.
“Oh, brilliant,” Vex says. Her hand catches Percy’s left hand and he’s eager to let her guide his fingers to stroke along her inner lips, which are already quite wet. “Percy dearest, how does that feel?”
“Gah,” Percy says eloquently as Scanlan’s tongue drags over him.
“Oh my.” Keyleth still sounds out of it. “I didn’t know...”
Scanlan returns to mouthing at Percy’s sac. Percy can feel his wicked smile and knows what’s expected of him.
“Please, Scanlan.”
“Please what?” Vex asks on Scanlan’s behalf, rocking herself against Percy’s fingers.
Percy licks his lips, catching a lingering taste of Keyleth. “More?”
“Ask properly,” Grog says. “Don’t you have some kind of fancy noble word for this?”
“All the words for this are—ah!—in Common. Or Orcish.” Percy writhes as Scanlan’s lips tug at his tender skin.
“Use one of those, then,” Vex says, pulling his hand tighter against her.
Percy can’t actually remember the Orcish term and gives in. “Eat me out, please.”
“Is that what you wanted? You should have said so earlier. I’m bored now.” Scanlan’s head lifts.
“No! Please!”
Scanlan’s mouth is on him in a second, tongue breaching the ring of muscle with ease, and Percy shouts again, moving around enough that Scanlan grabs his thighs again and then the ropes go back around Percy’s ankles, pinning him down somewhat more.
He’s never had this done to him before. He’s done it to Vex once for the sake of trying, but they have other preferred activities. Given Scanlan’s renown as a ladies’ man, it’s surprising.
Percy isn’t capable of picking apart just why Scanlan might be so familiar—and adept—with pleasing a man, though; he’s far too busy crying out with the unfamiliar but intense pleasure. His cock is aching with the need for release, and every little dig and press and push of Scanlan’s tongue in him makes it worse. Every so often Scanlan pulls back to kiss or bite Percy’s thigh and then dives right back in. The sound of his mouth working on Percy is almost the only sound in the room, and Percy wonders what the others are doing. Watching? Taking notes?
Vex’s fingers push between his and Percy realizes that his hand has curled into a fist again, quite out of his control.
“Don’t get too distracted,” she warns him, and Percy manages to gather his thoughts enough to slide one finger into her and crook it in the way that she likes best. “Good boy.”
“Fuuu,” Percy replies. “Gah.”
“Aren’t you being a little too nice to him, Scan-man?” Vax asks. “I thought we were supposed to be hurting him.”
“Do unto others,” Scanlan says indistinctly, giving Percy one last drilling lick before pulling away. Percy makes a disappointed noise and then yelps as Scanlan’s mouth closes over the head of his cock. “Mmmm. Vex, did you say he can come with this ring on, or not?”
“Go ahead and find out,” Vex says, and Percy howls as Scanlan takes him all the way in with one practiced swallow.
“Gods,” Vax says, apparently very impressed.
“Oh,” Pike whispers, and Percy feels her close, her little fingers beginning to comb through his hair. It’s a sweet gentle gesture compared to Scanlan’s ruthless hard sucks. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to coming, but the ring around his base seems to sense it and tightens correspondingly, leaving him gasping. “Scanlan, he’s so close.”
“I can tell,” Scanlan says, lifting his head. He blows gently across Percy’s cock, the air cool against Percy’s spit-slick skin. “Which means it’s time to stop.”
And he does, pushing the plug back into place before stepping away.
See Me At My Worst, 6/? (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)
“How fucking dare you, you entitled little shit.”
“At least you know your sister’s in good hands.”
Oh, this is a dangerous game, and oh, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Especially when one of Vax’s hands knots in his hair, yanking him into a brutal kiss. It’s that one tiny bit of assurance that Percy still sort of needs that Vax isn’t actually going to gut him like a kobold for being an asshole.
“Shithead,” Vax says against his lips. “We should leave you like this for when the mansion disappears, you whore. Let everyone see how the scion of Whitestone really likes to be treated.”
Percy’s cock pulses with pleasure-pain and he can’t hold back a sound of torment. Had it been one of the others using him—save maybe Scanlan, who seems to know his way around such scenarios—they would likely have stopped and checked in with him.
Vax doesn’t stop. Vax just deliberately fucks into him ever harder. And Vax murmurs, “I’ll bet Orthax taught you to like this, didn’t he?”
It’s not something that came out under the zone of truth spell—gods know what did come out was damning enough—but Percy’s in no place to dissemble. He hears Vax’s shocked gasp as Vax realizes that he was right, and then feels the slow hot pulse of Vax spilling over into him, nails digging into Percy’s shoulders.
“Vax’ildan, have I served you well?” Percy asks and, belatedly, “Keyleth, have I served you well?”
“Oh, yes,” Keyleth says fervently.
“Nine Hells, Percival.” Vax’s forehead rests against Percy’s for a long moment before he lifts up and away. When he slips free of Percy, Percy whimpers with the sudden empty feeling, and Vax takes up the plug to fill him back up again.
“No,” Scanlan says, and the plug goes away. Percy feels one of Scanlan’s hands on his thigh, small and sure as he casts a spell that leaves Percy feeling far less sticky. One of Scanlan’s fingers hooks under the ring around the base of Percy’s shaft. “Can he come with this on?”
“Theoretically not.” Vex sounds amused. “But you can always try and see.”
“You mean Gilmore doesn’t try these things out before he sells them? For shame.” Percy feels Scanlan’s breath warm against the skin of his upper thigh.
“I didn’t ask. I assume he’s quite experienced with their construction by now.”
“Do you spend a lot of time talking about sex toys with Shaun?” Vax sounds jealous.
“Enough time.” Vex laughs. “Scanlan, whatever you’re doing down there, keep going. Dear Percival looks as though he’s going quite mad.”
“I’m not doing anything,” Scanlan says unconvincingly. He nuzzles in closer, his mouth closing over a bit of Percy’s skin, worrying at it with his teeth. Percy goes “Ah!” and then “Fuck!” when Scanlan bites him harder. He can feel the prick of Scanlan’s stubble and the brush of Scanlan’s carefully kept hair; the latter has come out of its habitual ponytail and wisps over Percy’s cock.
Scanlan licks at the delicate skin of Percy’s sac and then draws it between his lips; Percy flinches, anticipating another bite, but Scanlan’s exceedingly gentle and thorough.
“Raise up,” he murmurs, and Percy feels a different thicker cushion go under his ass when he does so. Scanlan settles back in, lips just barely brushing down Percy’s shaft before returning to their former position.
Percy very quickly realizes Scanlan’s aim and the purpose of the cleaning spell when Scanlan’s tongue starts lapping gently at his entrance. He lets out a hoarse shout and bucks up again, and Scanlan’s hands clamp down on his thighs with surprising strength.
“Oh, brilliant,” Vex says. Her hand catches Percy’s left hand and he’s eager to let her guide his fingers to stroke along her inner lips, which are already quite wet. “Percy dearest, how does that feel?”
“Gah,” Percy says eloquently as Scanlan’s tongue drags over him.
“Oh my.” Keyleth still sounds out of it. “I didn’t know...”
Scanlan returns to mouthing at Percy’s sac. Percy can feel his wicked smile and knows what’s expected of him.
“Please, Scanlan.”
“Please what?” Vex asks on Scanlan’s behalf, rocking herself against Percy’s fingers.
Percy licks his lips, catching a lingering taste of Keyleth. “More?”
“Ask properly,” Grog says. “Don’t you have some kind of fancy noble word for this?”
“All the words for this are—ah!—in Common. Or Orcish.” Percy writhes as Scanlan’s lips tug at his tender skin.
“Use one of those, then,” Vex says, pulling his hand tighter against her.
Percy can’t actually remember the Orcish term and gives in. “Eat me out, please.”
“Is that what you wanted? You should have said so earlier. I’m bored now.” Scanlan’s head lifts.
“No! Please!”
Scanlan’s mouth is on him in a second, tongue breaching the ring of muscle with ease, and Percy shouts again, moving around enough that Scanlan grabs his thighs again and then the ropes go back around Percy’s ankles, pinning him down somewhat more.
He’s never had this done to him before. He’s done it to Vex once for the sake of trying, but they have other preferred activities. Given Scanlan’s renown as a ladies’ man, it’s surprising.
Percy isn’t capable of picking apart just why Scanlan might be so familiar—and adept—with pleasing a man, though; he’s far too busy crying out with the unfamiliar but intense pleasure. His cock is aching with the need for release, and every little dig and press and push of Scanlan’s tongue in him makes it worse. Every so often Scanlan pulls back to kiss or bite Percy’s thigh and then dives right back in. The sound of his mouth working on Percy is almost the only sound in the room, and Percy wonders what the others are doing. Watching? Taking notes?
Vex’s fingers push between his and Percy realizes that his hand has curled into a fist again, quite out of his control.
“Don’t get too distracted,” she warns him, and Percy manages to gather his thoughts enough to slide one finger into her and crook it in the way that she likes best. “Good boy.”
“Fuuu,” Percy replies. “Gah.”
“Aren’t you being a little too nice to him, Scan-man?” Vax asks. “I thought we were supposed to be hurting him.”
“Do unto others,” Scanlan says indistinctly, giving Percy one last drilling lick before pulling away. Percy makes a disappointed noise and then yelps as Scanlan’s mouth closes over the head of his cock. “Mmmm. Vex, did you say he can come with this ring on, or not?”
“Go ahead and find out,” Vex says, and Percy howls as Scanlan takes him all the way in with one practiced swallow.
“Gods,” Vax says, apparently very impressed.
“Oh,” Pike whispers, and Percy feels her close, her little fingers beginning to comb through his hair. It’s a sweet gentle gesture compared to Scanlan’s ruthless hard sucks. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to coming, but the ring around his base seems to sense it and tightens correspondingly, leaving him gasping. “Scanlan, he’s so close.”
“I can tell,” Scanlan says, lifting his head. He blows gently across Percy’s cock, the air cool against Percy’s spit-slick skin. “Which means it’s time to stop.”
And he does, pushing the plug back into place before stepping away.