Percy was flushed all over, but for once, not just from embarrassment. He was very embarrassed about coming in Oliver's mouth. What if he had choked? Or got sick on the bed? He still couldn't believe Oliver had swallowed it. He wouldn't get a stomach flu from it, would he? All these questions swam around in his head, mind still working like clockwork even as his body sagged back against the bed.
Percy looked at Oliver, who looked utterly unperturbed when he moved back up. He looked as if he had liked it almost as much as he had. Percy pursed his lips. Perhaps – and it was a very big perhaps – he was overthinking.
"I'm sorry for–" Percy couldn't even bring himself to say it, it was so embarrassing.