He wasn't sure if it was the touch, the half-kisses, or the sound of Percy moaning his name like that. Whatever it was, it made it impossible to last, not when he was so needy, so hungry for this.
Groaning, he felt the tension in his body snap as his head fell back against the armrest of the sofa, one hand fisting Percy's hair while the other still stroked his cock.
'Fuck, Percy, come.' He wasn't coherent, but he didn't care to be, didn't think, only knew that he wanted Percy to come undone in his arms as much as he did in Percy's. He forced his eyes open, wanting, desperately, too see that pleasure in his eyes, that moment of complete surrender. There were no words for how much he'd missed this.