Percy isn’t the only one who makes a protesting noise. Apparently Pike’s enjoying the show.
“I can do that for women as well,” Scanlan assures her.
Percy can imagine Pike’s eye roll as she says, “Brush your teeth first.” The riposte draws a general laugh from the room, but Percy’s still too focused on the feeling of being so turned on he might explode to muster a response of his own.
Vex notices his silence. “Percival, are you quite all right? Do tell us how you’re feeling.”
“Need to come. Please.”
She laughs her most provocative laugh, the one that usually only comes out in the privacy of her bedchamber or when she really wants a discount on something expensive. It pleases him to be the target of her avarice.
“Oh, darling, haven’t we discussed the difference between needs and wants before?”
“Yes, Lady Vex.”
Vax makes a quiet vomiting noise and Keyleth hushes him.
“You don’t need to come. You need to lie right there, just as you are, and let yourself be used. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” Percy whispers.
“On that note...” Vex’s fingers slip around his wrist, holding his hand steady, and though Percy contributes as best as he can by rubbing his thumb over her clit, he’s under no illusions that he’s the one in control of bringing her to her shaking climax. Her free hand knots into his hair, tugging sharply for no other reason than that she wants to.
She kisses him, after, running her tongue thoughtfully along the inside of his lower lip to make him twitch at the tickling sensation.
“Vex’ahlia. My Lady, have I served you well?”
“Mmmm... you’ve made a reasonable start.”
Percy feels the table shift under a lighter weight than Keyleth’s as someone else moves to take advantage of the carefully placed kneeling pads. He assumes it’s Scanlan and not Pike because of the confidence in the movement, and is proven right when the head of Scanlan’s cock presses against his lips. He doesn’t have quite the same skill here as Scanlan apparently does, but he’s intelligent enough to open up wide and avoid using teeth.
Scanlan, unsurprisingly, wasn’t serious about the whole cube thing; his cock is proportionate to his body, and because Scanlan himself is proportionately smaller than Percy, it means Percy has a good deal easier of a time getting his mouth around Scanlan’s cock than vice versa. Not that it seemed to be all that difficult for Scanlan; perhaps he has some sort of pocket dimension under his tongue.
At any rate, he doesn’t think he’s going to need to verbally confirm Scanlan’s satisfaction. Scanlan is, true to form, noisy as hell. He’s also positioned just right so that Percy can only catch snatches of breath through his nose as Scanlan moves. It’s not so much that he’s sucking Scanlan off as it is that Scanlan’s fucking his mouth, and he is remarkably okay with that fact. He has enough room to move his tongue and does so to Scanlan’s evident delight.
“It sounds like you’re an expert at this, Freddie,” Vax says from somewhere off to Percy’s right. Percy can picture him sitting on one of the chairs surrounding the table, probably sprawled across it with his leg slung over the arm. Vax doesn’t sit normally. Vax doesn’t do anything normally.
“He’s never done it before,” Vex contradicts her brother. “He told me, when we were talking about tonight.”
“I’m not so sure,” Vax says. “It certainly sounds like someone’s taught him to be a good cocksucker.”
Percy makes an incomprehensible sound around Scanlan’s cock. Scanlan makes one right back and his fingers go painfully tight in Percy’s hair, pulling his head up. Percy feels the thick hot flood of Scanlan’s seed over the back of his tongue and down his throat, and swallows instinctively.
Vax is right; Percy has been taught well.
Scanlan dismounts with a flourish that Percy senses rather than sees, and then staggers, giggling lightheadedly. “Good gods.”
“Sit down.” Vex shoves a chair at him, judging from the scraping. “Percy, did you lie to me about your level of experience?”
Percy is still working very hard to make sure he doesn’t get any of Scanlan’s seed in his sinuses, so it takes him a moment before he can respond, “Not intentionally.”
Vex’s hand strikes his cheek with a small, ladylike splat. “How in all Nine Hells can you unintentionally lie about having sex with another man?” Vax splutters. Vex ignores him. “I think it’s fairly easy to tell whether you have or haven’t.”
“You asked if it was another man.”
Blindfolded, his other senses are intensified enough that he hears Vax’s soft intake of breath as Vax realizes that nobody else heard his revelation earlier.
“He learned it all from Orthax, didn’t you, Percival?” Vax sounds silkily pleased with himself, adding a low laugh when the others gasp with surprise.
“Scanlan, have I served you well?” Percy asks, dodging the question—not particularly well.
Vex slapping him, harder, across the other cheek almost drowns out Scanlan’s, “Yes, rather.”
“You know lying by omission is the same as just lying.” Vex sounds legitimately hurt that he didn’t trust her with this. It’s not entirely fair; he’d intended to tell her one day. Not so soon. Certainly not like this.
“I wanted to tell you,” Percy says quietly.
“Yes, well, I wanted a lover who was honest with me about everything.”
And then she falls utterly silent, along with the rest of the room.
Percy strains his ears to hear breathing, the squeak of a chair seat as someone shifts position, even the sound of Grog swigging ale. But there’s nothing. A minute passes, and then another, and they’re still not making any noise.
“Vex?” His voice sounds so very small, the only thing he can hear. “Vex’ahlia? My Lady?”
He has been alone many times before in his so-short life. Alone by choice, shut away in the library or workshop as a child; alone by force, family torn from him by the Briarwoods. But he’s never felt as keenly lonely as he does in this moment, where all sound has ceased except for his own fretful breathing.
“Vex, please!” He pulls against the ropes holding him down, fear beginning to take him. Alone. In the dark. Where he was when Orthax first came to him in the flesh, instead of merely in spirit. “Vex!”
See Me At My Worst, 7/? (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)
“I can do that for women as well,” Scanlan assures her.
Percy can imagine Pike’s eye roll as she says, “Brush your teeth first.” The riposte draws a general laugh from the room, but Percy’s still too focused on the feeling of being so turned on he might explode to muster a response of his own.
Vex notices his silence. “Percival, are you quite all right? Do tell us how you’re feeling.”
“Need to come. Please.”
She laughs her most provocative laugh, the one that usually only comes out in the privacy of her bedchamber or when she really wants a discount on something expensive. It pleases him to be the target of her avarice.
“Oh, darling, haven’t we discussed the difference between needs and wants before?”
“Yes, Lady Vex.”
Vax makes a quiet vomiting noise and Keyleth hushes him.
“You don’t need to come. You need to lie right there, just as you are, and let yourself be used. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” Percy whispers.
“On that note...” Vex’s fingers slip around his wrist, holding his hand steady, and though Percy contributes as best as he can by rubbing his thumb over her clit, he’s under no illusions that he’s the one in control of bringing her to her shaking climax. Her free hand knots into his hair, tugging sharply for no other reason than that she wants to.
She kisses him, after, running her tongue thoughtfully along the inside of his lower lip to make him twitch at the tickling sensation.
“Vex’ahlia. My Lady, have I served you well?”
“Mmmm... you’ve made a reasonable start.”
Percy feels the table shift under a lighter weight than Keyleth’s as someone else moves to take advantage of the carefully placed kneeling pads. He assumes it’s Scanlan and not Pike because of the confidence in the movement, and is proven right when the head of Scanlan’s cock presses against his lips. He doesn’t have quite the same skill here as Scanlan apparently does, but he’s intelligent enough to open up wide and avoid using teeth.
Scanlan, unsurprisingly, wasn’t serious about the whole cube thing; his cock is proportionate to his body, and because Scanlan himself is proportionately smaller than Percy, it means Percy has a good deal easier of a time getting his mouth around Scanlan’s cock than vice versa. Not that it seemed to be all that difficult for Scanlan; perhaps he has some sort of pocket dimension under his tongue.
At any rate, he doesn’t think he’s going to need to verbally confirm Scanlan’s satisfaction. Scanlan is, true to form, noisy as hell. He’s also positioned just right so that Percy can only catch snatches of breath through his nose as Scanlan moves. It’s not so much that he’s sucking Scanlan off as it is that Scanlan’s fucking his mouth, and he is remarkably okay with that fact. He has enough room to move his tongue and does so to Scanlan’s evident delight.
“It sounds like you’re an expert at this, Freddie,” Vax says from somewhere off to Percy’s right. Percy can picture him sitting on one of the chairs surrounding the table, probably sprawled across it with his leg slung over the arm. Vax doesn’t sit normally. Vax doesn’t do anything normally.
“He’s never done it before,” Vex contradicts her brother. “He told me, when we were talking about tonight.”
“I’m not so sure,” Vax says. “It certainly sounds like someone’s taught him to be a good cocksucker.”
Percy makes an incomprehensible sound around Scanlan’s cock. Scanlan makes one right back and his fingers go painfully tight in Percy’s hair, pulling his head up. Percy feels the thick hot flood of Scanlan’s seed over the back of his tongue and down his throat, and swallows instinctively.
Vax is right; Percy has been taught well.
Scanlan dismounts with a flourish that Percy senses rather than sees, and then staggers, giggling lightheadedly. “Good gods.”
“Sit down.” Vex shoves a chair at him, judging from the scraping. “Percy, did you lie to me about your level of experience?”
Percy is still working very hard to make sure he doesn’t get any of Scanlan’s seed in his sinuses, so it takes him a moment before he can respond, “Not intentionally.”
Vex’s hand strikes his cheek with a small, ladylike splat. “How in all Nine Hells can you unintentionally lie about having sex with another man?” Vax splutters. Vex ignores him. “I think it’s fairly easy to tell whether you have or haven’t.”
“You asked if it was another man.”
Blindfolded, his other senses are intensified enough that he hears Vax’s soft intake of breath as Vax realizes that nobody else heard his revelation earlier.
“He learned it all from Orthax, didn’t you, Percival?” Vax sounds silkily pleased with himself, adding a low laugh when the others gasp with surprise.
“Scanlan, have I served you well?” Percy asks, dodging the question—not particularly well.
Vex slapping him, harder, across the other cheek almost drowns out Scanlan’s, “Yes, rather.”
“You know lying by omission is the same as just lying.” Vex sounds legitimately hurt that he didn’t trust her with this. It’s not entirely fair; he’d intended to tell her one day. Not so soon. Certainly not like this.
“I wanted to tell you,” Percy says quietly.
“Yes, well, I wanted a lover who was honest with me about everything.”
And then she falls utterly silent, along with the rest of the room.
Percy strains his ears to hear breathing, the squeak of a chair seat as someone shifts position, even the sound of Grog swigging ale. But there’s nothing. A minute passes, and then another, and they’re still not making any noise.
“Vex?” His voice sounds so very small, the only thing he can hear. “Vex’ahlia? My Lady?”
He has been alone many times before in his so-short life. Alone by choice, shut away in the library or workshop as a child; alone by force, family torn from him by the Briarwoods. But he’s never felt as keenly lonely as he does in this moment, where all sound has ceased except for his own fretful breathing.
“Vex, please!” He pulls against the ropes holding him down, fear beginning to take him. Alone. In the dark. Where he was when Orthax first came to him in the flesh, instead of merely in spirit. “Vex!”