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The golden-bright flame of the bonfire flickers frailly under the static darkness of an enormous, endless sky. The chilly summer night is smooth and tender, coating them with shadows, with herbal and sea-breeze scents, with a feeling of joy and safety — and that's all a bunch of stray kids needs to be happy, really.
Luke stares at the sparks of the flame, calm and peaceful, fully contented, as Percy sits beside him.
They share a blanket, Percy's head rests on Luke's shoulder, and Luke thinks he can spend an eternity like that.
They sit in the back row, in the shadow of an overgrown maple tree. The campers are chatting and singing in front of them, carefree and loud, but it still feels like they are alone, and the beauty of the night belongs to them.
The night is truly enchanting.
Luke turns his head slightly to nuzzle tenderly at the crown of Percy's head, dying of the need to somehow express his tenderness to him, right now. Percy smells like the warmth of hearth and the coldness of sea.
Percy hums softly, delighted. Then turns to kiss Luke's cheek. It warms Luke from inside, sweet like honey and a bit overwhelming, filling him up with adoration for his boyfriend.
Then Percy lowers down a bit to kiss his neck. His mouth is hot and wet on his skin, the hotness a stark contrast with chilly night air. Luke chokes on a wave of arousal washing over his body.
Luke doesn't mind, he is fully, head over heels, into it.
And then Percy bites, sending sparks of electricity down his spine, and oh, it's just like them — to switch from peaceful to horny in two seconds. Luke is fully satisfied with it.
And he will be even more satisfied if Percy goes on.
Percy leaves his neck alone and rests his head on Luke's shoulder as if he hasn't done anything. Leans closer to him, making himself comfortable when Luke embraces him with one arm under the blanket. So tender, so innocent. Pliant and soft in his arms like a domesticated kitten. Definitely not an unyielding force of nature that he truly is at heart.
Luke knows him well enough to guess what game Percy is playing. These guesses are like fuel to fire to his imagination. Which doesn't make him any less horny. Not that Luke even tries to be, though.
His right hand lays on Percy's waist under the blanket. It is too easy to move it just a bit, reach under his T-shirt and brush the soft warm skin with the tips of his fingers.
Percy reacts at the lightest of touches with a barely noticeable shudder, and Luke is so, so greedy for more. But he forces himself to stay patient, waiting for Percy’s next move.
"Hey, you two, wanna come to the beach with us?" Silena shouts from the distance. Percy leans closer to Luke and shakes his head faster than Luke can respond.
"We're good here, thanks," Percy replies nonchalantly, as if it isn’t suspicious for a child of Poseidon to be not in the mood for midnight swimming in the ocean.
Luke doesn't need to see his face to know that he's collected and innocent. Whereas Luke himself dies inside a little bit because Percy's hand under the blanket slides lower to reach Luke's inner thigh. Dangerously close to the part that Luke really really wants him to touch but maybe not in front of his bestie who just happens to be the daughter of love.
Suddenly it becomes too hot under the blanket despite the chill of the night. No way they're removing it any time soon, though.
"So staying here, huh?" Silena grins with a knowing look in her eyes. Luke wants to reply — put on at least some show of decency — but Percy digs his fingertips into the skin of his thigh, touch hot and sinful, and Luke chokes on his attempt. He is just glad he didn't moan.
Considering how Silena looks at him, she knows he wanted to.
"All right, have fun," She grins at them one last time and runs away chasing Beckendorf. Luke hears him exclaim in surprise when she jumps onto his back, laughing in delight.
Any other day Luke would’ve smiled at that but know he doesn’t really give a fuck because Percy contiues caressing him under the blanket. Everything in the goddamn world suddenly stops mattering except for Percy pressed along his side, his hot breath on Luke's neck and his hot hand on his thigh.
There are still a few campers around them who definitely aren't blind and might guess what is happening. Luke doesn't really care. And considering Percy initiated all of it, he doesn’t care either.
Percy kisses his neck again, and again, sweet and wet. Then bites it, almost painfully, while his hand almost covers Luke's groin — and Luke moans aloud, breathless and needy, grabbing Percy's waist under his T-shirt and moving him closer. Percy sighs into his skin and, tenderly licking the bite, touches his dick above the fabric of jeans lightly, teasingly.
Luke thrusts his hips up to feel more, to get more, to press himself to Percy's hand, and he whines softly as Percy lets him do it.
Percy lets him — until he doesn't. He removes his hand, and Luke wants to wail.
Percy is compassionate enough to kiss his neck apologetically. The kiss makes Luke feel even hotter.
And then Percy says, calm and nonchalant, his lips brushing Luke's skin lightly.
"If we go to my cabin now, I will ride you."
Luke whimpers when words wash over him like a tidal wave. Percy caresses his abdomen right above the belt of his jeans. Absent-mindedly plays with the buckle.
"Your face, first," Percy adds quietly, and Luke thinks oh gosh yes yes yes. The very tips of Percy's fingers dig under the fabric, and Luke makes an effort not to clench his hand on Percy's waist too tight. While Luke is fully into pain during sex, Percy is not. "Then I’ll fuck your mouth, because you will beg me to. And no, you won't touch yourself during it."
Luke feels his mouth water at the image. Luke feels Percy's fingers sink a little deeper, caressing the lower part of his belly.
Luke already might be close to begging. Percy simply kisses his neck, and it sets Luke on fire.
Percy scratches him teasingly. Luke desires Percy underneath him, clawing at his skin until it bleeds, whimpering sweetly at every tiny motion, his gorgeous eyes dark and mindless when he is thoroughly fucked and completely lost in pleasure.
Luke is so unbearably horny that it literally hurts.
Percy continues. "Then I'll let you prepare me. Slowly, carefully, you know how I like. Then I'll graciously allow you to undress, and I will use this..." Percy grabs Luke's belt and pulls it like he would pull a leash if Luke one day happened to wear it with some pretty leather collar. "...to tie your arms. And I will ride you. As slow and torturous as I wish."
Luke whimpers again, louder. Too loud to stay unnoticed. He can feel himself being wet and leaking under the fabric of jeans and so, so close.
He is certain he needs just as little as a couple of strokes to come. Preferably by Percy's hand — but his own under Percy's watch would do the trick too.
"And the most important part," Percy moves to look into his eyes. He cups his face with his hands, holds it as a treasure, caresses softly with a thumb, and Luke feels cherished, loved. Percy’s smile is innocently sweet like honey. Too sweet to not be poisonous. Luke hardly resists kissing him to check if he'd survive. "You will indulge me the whole time in everything I want because you love me, sweetheart. Understood?"
The only thing Luke manages to do before his mind goes blissfully blank is to whimper his consent.