'Besides the point,' Cass said though he knew it wasn't, there was amusement in his voice though, and a twinkle in his eye.
When Percy spoke, he could hear the frustration in his voice, and knew it from his own time in bed. 'You'll get better soon.' He knew he would be, he had to be. He'd be damned if he'd let him get sicker again.
He smiled as Percy kissed him, yet shaking his head at his statement. 'The spots will go away, and I like the freckles,' he said with a smirk. 'And maybe I don't need to see, but that doesn't mean that I don't want to,' he hissed, a groan escaping him as he felt Percy's body against his own.
He knew they had to take it slow, but Merlin his body didn't want to listen to that at the moment.