It was on rare occasions that Percy went speachless, and Cass couldn't help but to feel slightly smug about being the one to rob him of his breath. He didn't have time to focus on that though, not when his entire body was threatening to betray his self control.
Swallowing, he pushed up, leaning on his elbows as he watched Percy's face. The pleasure, the emotions - it was all written in his face and Cass couldn't get enough. Not of any of it. Not even as he wanted to close his eyes and let the feelings overwhelm him could he bare the thought of not seeing this, and so he kept his eyes open even as he moved, even as Percy's legs pushed him further, deeper, faster.
'You're remarkable.' He wasn't sure how he managed to say the words, but he did know that they were true. Percy was remarkable, in every sense of the word. And just then a shudder of lust and pleasure went through him, threatening to undo him right then and there. He groaned, pushing deep inside Percy, his fingers clutching on what was close. The sheet. Percy's shoulder.
He moved again, losing everything around them. It was all them, their eyes, their hands, their legs. They were all that mattered.