Percy didn't need an answer. He hadn't even been looking for one. In fact, he hadn't planned anything. This was just a statement of fact, it was lying out their reality. He wasn't asking or offering, but he was describing what they already were. It was that simple.
He kept thrusting inside Cass, lips moving over the salty skin of Cass' jaw. He waited, held on desperately despite the way Cass was clenching around him, and then he couldn't hold on anymore, and he came with a choked sob.
He let out a breath as he lay down on top of Cass, but only for a moment, before rolling off. He wanted to stay where he was, but he wouldn't hurt Cass. Instead he threw his arm and leg around Cass, careful to position them where it wouldn't hurt. "You okay?"