Somehow he knew he'd never tire of looking at Percy when he came. He knew his lover would never understand how beautiful he was, knew it served no purpose in telling him, yet with pleasure coarsing through his every vain and sweat forming at the base of his back the word still slipped from his lips.
'Beautiful.' It was all he could think or say or even breathe before pleasure came crashing down over him leaving him a groaning with lust and desire as he came hard, spilling deep inside Percy, knowing this was only the first in many times.
Only will kept him from collapsing on top of Percy completely, his elbows hitting the mattress as he leaned his head against Percy's shoulder. 'I-' he started to whisper, stopping, because really he wasn't sure what it was he wanted to say. He let go of figuring it out, just staying the way he was, covering Percy's body with his own, not moving an inch.