Oliver loved that sound, that weak, breathy voice saying his name. His smile grew and for a moment he stopped, but only so he could adjust his position and straddle Percy properly.
He licked at his lower lip, eager to get back to the kissing, but instead he took a moment to grasp Percy's hands and hold them tightly. He held their clasped hands between their chests as he leaned down for another oh so soft kiss. He loved soft kisses, almost as much as he loved hard ones but Percy wasn't helping him too much so he whispered against his old roomie's lips, "open your mouth Percy..."