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The front door of Percy’s apartment was old, covered with many coats of thick, white, glossy paint. Chipped and peeling in places where decades of mortal hands had likely been, Apollo immediately noticed the silhouette of an ornate bronze door plate.
“Was it really necessary to paint over the hinges and the door knob? They look original to the building.”
Percy belted out a short laugh and looked over his shoulder towards the god as he turned his key.
“Us poor pitiful mortals call that the landlord special.”
Apollo narrowed his eyes, slowly looking him up and down, “I don’t see anything poor or pitiful here, darling.”
Face reddening, Percy pushed the door open and led them inside.
Stepping into the space, he quickly catalogued the meager size of the demigod’s apartment. The entryway was short, with scuffed plank floors and a slatted door on the right - likely a closet. The hallway led past a cramped galley kitchen with cabinetry right out of the 1980s—and holy Hades, was that 40 year old linoleum?!—continuing directly into a tiny but warm living space. Taking it all in, he realized it was much smaller than he had expected. He knew the New York City rental market was competitive but he had honestly assumed that whatever Percy lacked, his father would make up the difference.
The walls were crowded with mismatched frames, filled with pictures of Percy and his friends throughout their years at camp, as well as more recent photos; Percy smiling next to his mother and father at his college graduation, Percy with a laughing toddler on his shoulders at a sunny beach, a lovely selfie of Percy and Sally smiling cheek to cheek. There were old antique shelves filled with knick knacks - of the mortal and demigod variety. Children’s finger paintings pinned on the fridge, warm throws tossed over a plain but comfortable looking couch, books and open pens haphazardly tossed on a coffee table.
Apollo couldn’t help but notice how easily Percy filled the space with his presence. It was obvious that despite the size and the overall state of things (he saw old battered base boards, a softly flickering lightbulb, and dusty unwashed windows), this space was loved. It was soft, with blues and greens, cozy and full of things that could tell a person exactly who this man was.
“It’s perfect, Percy. Very you,” he said, turning back towards the demigod. He seemed slightly embarrassed, if the light pink dusting on his cheeks indicated anything, but also very at ease in his home. The man huffed a laugh out as he toed his sneakers off.
“Thanks, Apollo.”
Percy shrugged off his own jacket before motioning for Apollo’s, hanging them in the small closet in his entryway. Worn, vintage denim hung next to buttery soft Italian made leather. They fit somehow.
“Can I offer you a drink? I’ve got…”, he trailed off walking into his kitchen to rifle through the fridge, “a little over half a bottle left of a mediocre cabernet, orange juice, coke, and water.” He looked back over his shoulder at the god, “Choose your poison.”
“You spoil me. How could I say no to a glass of mediocre cabernet?”
Percy laughed again, and oh, the delight Apollo felt at making the demigod smile, “Hey man! It’s $9 at Trader Joes and does the job, not all of us have unlimited money and the literal god of wine as a younger brother.”
Apollo walked around the wall separating the galley kitchen from the living room and moved to lean his elbows against the raised counter, watching as the man pulled out two glass stems from a honey oak cabinet and poured their wine. Percy handed his glass to him and clinked them together, “To Mediocrity!”, before they both took a sip.
The wine wasn’t good necessarily—his brother would no doubt call it swill—but it did as Percy implied; loosening the tongue so sweet truths came easier.
They drank their wine in silence for a minute before Percy looked up at him. He really did have such lovely eyes.
“I’m surprised you agreed when I asked you to come over.”
Apollo tilted his head to the side for a moment, considering his response. “I didn’t expect to run into you. We haven’t really spoken in a number of years and suddenly there you were, far more man than I remember. I found myself…” he interrupted himself to slowly look the demigod up and down, “curious.”
Percy’s eyebrows raised up comically before sputtering, “F-far more man?”
A small laugh escaped Apollo’s mouth at how indignant the demigod looked, “Well last I remember it, you were practically still a boy running after Annabeth Chase to San Francisco.”
Percy closed his gaping mouth and shook his head with a quietly muttered “still a boy” under his breath.
“I’m 25 now, I certainly hope I look different than I did when I was 19 years old. And I wasn’t chasing after Annabeth, we made a mutual decision to attend NRU. Together.”
“And how did that work out?” Apollo asked, taking another sip on his wine.
Percy grimaced a bit; unfortunately for him New Rome gossip absolutely circulates to Olympus. Apollo didn’t know one Olympian without some passing interest in the life (and woes) of their boy savior.
“We’re still friends for what it’s worth. Best friends even.”
“Friendship is worth a lot in my book.”
Percy’s eyes seemed to press directly into his soul at that comment, bright and intense. “Then why haven’t you reached out in years? I swing by camp all the time but you’re never there. I thought…” he trailed off, breaking their eye contact to glance towards his wine.
“You thought what, Percy?”
“I thought after everything with Lester, we had some common ground. I mean, I hear from your kids all the time; they love how present you are and how often you visit. I know you’re a god and I’m, well, not their biggest fan but I thought we were cool. So yeah, it’s almost like you’re avoiding me?” He looked back up towards the god, confidence renewed. “Are you?”
Apollo took a sip of his wine, using the moment to collect his thoughts. The truth was, he did avoid Percy Jackson. He chose days to visit camp when he knew the demigod was busy and planned weekends to Delos when he knew Percy would be on Olympus to visit his father. The man had no idea how every person around him viewed him versus how he viewed himself. The older he got, the more he grew into his power, his confidence, his kindness. Of course, there was also the fact that the older Percy Jackson got, the prettier Apollo found him. And while he often struggled staying away from a pretty thing, he knew this particular boy was deeply off limits. Especially back then, when his muscles were still twitchy from quests and spirit too heavy.
Better to move on to another topic, lest he embarrass himself in front of this demigod again. He pointed his head back towards the couch, “I believe you mentioned a movie?”
Percy’s eyes narrowed, “And now you’re avoiding the topic! So you WERE avoiding me. Why!”
He shouldn’t be so desperately turned on by Percy demanding things of him. “Come sit with me, pretty boy. Let’s drink our wine and then I’ll tell you why I avoided you.” And why I decided to stop, he added internally.
Percy’s entire face slackened in surprise. His cheeks pinked a bit—how far down does that blush go, Apollo wondered—before he straightened up and rolled his eyes.
“Alright, come on then!” He reached to grab Apollo’s arm but a quick motion had him grabbing his hand instead. Percy stared down as he interlaced their fingers before looking up at him, with cheeks far more red now than before.
Walking backwards, eyes still connected, Percy pulled the god to his couch. It was a three seater, well loved, and honestly more comfortable than Apollo expected. He sat down right in the middle, using their clasped hands to pull Percy to his right side. The man tensed briefly before relaxing, their thighs pressed closely together. He looked directly into Percy’s eyes as he pulled their clasped hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss against them before releasing his hold.
Sliding his hand along the back side of the couch, his fingers found Percy’s dark curls, gently twirling the hairs at the nape of his neck. The demigod shivered, subtly leaning his head forward to give him better access.
“Now that we’re comfortable, let’s address the topic at hand. Yes, I avoided you. You’re very…” he paused to lick his lips, “compelling, Percy. But at the time you were, as I knew it to be, very taken by your childhood sweetheart and a bit too young, despite being a man by mortal standards. So instead of stealing what wasn’t mine, I stayed away. Until…”
He grasped Percy’s curls with more intention, using the leverage to turn his head so he could gaze down into his lovely sea green orbs again. “Until?” Percy asked breathlessly. He is so deliciously responsive and I’ve barely done a thing, thought Apollo.
“Until about two hours ago when I ran into you at the coffee shop, looking far more tempting than you had any right to be, and you asked me to come over to watch a movie.”
Percy stared at him in disbelief, licking his lips in consideration. Apollo tried to hide how eagerly he followed his tongues movement.
“You didn’t invite me over to watch a movie, did you, Percy?” asked Apollo, fingers beginning to gently massage his scalp.
“No, I didn’t,” Percy whispered.
Apollo nodded knowingly, “I know, baby.”
They stared at each other, heads only a few inches apart. Apollo looked down at his wet lips and let out a hard breath, right hand still buried in curls.
“Let me show you.”
Percy leaned into his face a bit closer, cheeks flushed.
“Show me what?”
Apollo cocked his head to the right, leaning down even closer. Their lips were only centimeters apart.
“Why I needed to stay away.”
The flush on Percy’s cheeks deepened. Apollo hoped it never disappeared again.
“Would you like that? Is that something you want?”
Percy eyed the god intently, letting the charged air settle around them for a moment. Green eyes searched golden and after a moment, the man nodded.
“Use your words,” chided Apollo.
“I want that.”
“You want what?”
Percy’s eyes narrowed. “You’re making this difficult.”
A genuine smile slowly spread on Apollo’s face.
“It’s called consent, darling. Give it a try.”
The man in his arms rolled his eyes and then reached for Apollo’s shoulder, sliding his hand to cup the back of the god’s neck. “I want you to show me what I missed, what you needed so badly that you couldn’t speak to me even once in five years. You want consent? Here you are: Have me any way you want.”
“Dangerous words to say to a God.”
“Are you going to keep playing word games with me or are you going to kiss me?”
Apollo gently laughed and pulled the man in. Their lips met, slowly moving against each other. He grabbed at Percy’s waist, dragging him to straddle his lap. Apollo kissed him languidly, savoring the moment; his right hand still buried in the demigod’s curls while his left trailed up Percy’s side, pushing the cotton of his t-shirt up to grab his waist.
Percy gasped against his mouth at the touch, and Apollo is nothing if not a god willing to take advantage of an offering.
Pretty pink lips and a tongue that tasted of cheap wine and sea breezes. It was addicting. It was divine.
Pulling away, the god trailed his tongue down Percy’s jaw, kissing down his neck. Percy breathed out a shaky moan, widening his legs to bring himself closer.
Apollo gently tugged his hair, oh and wasn’t every gasp he elicited out of this man a song, before moving it to join his other at Percy’s waist before sliding down to grasp his hips. Sucking on one sweet spot at the crux of his shoulder, he encouraged Percy to roll against him. He could feel how affected he was through his jeans, his cock warm and hard. His own gaze narrowed with desire as the demigod threw his head back, eyes closed and gasping for air.
Not stopping his hand's guidance, he reluctantly pulled his lips back from ravishing the man’s neck. “Tsk tsk, baby. Open your eyes and look at me.”
Percy's head rolled back to an upright position to look at Apollo properly. His green eyes were already dilated in arousal, cheeks a permanent pink, mouth parted slightly with heavy breaths, hair disheveled. Fuck, I need him drooling beneath me. His own erection was pulsating in his jeans, insisting on attention. Soon, he thought.
“That’s it. You’re going to keep rolling your pretty little hips against me until you come, and you’ll keep your eyes on me while you do it,” Apollo reached up to ghost his lips against the man’s jaw, “then, I’m going to take you to bed, clean you up with my mouth, and fuck you so hard you forget your own name. Would you like that?” he whispered against his skin.
Percy's eyes fluttered closed again in need before nodding.
Apollo pinched his side gently, “Your words, baby.”
“Fuck! Yes, I want that.” The demigod’s arms circled around the god as he pulled his body closer, anchoring himself better to writhe against him.
“That’s it, take your pleasure from me. Who could have known how needy our golden boy is? Is this what you wanted when you asked me to come over? To rut up against me like a teenager?”
Percy, who Apollo figured was too far gone to bother being offended by what was undoubtedly true, pressed his hips deeper, his cock as close as could be against him with the barrier of clothing. The man bit his lip, “As if you’re not enjoying this.” He rolled his hips against Apollo’s straining dick to prove his point.
Apollo smiled, bringing his lips back up to taste the man’s mouth. Slipping his tongue in, their kissing turned sloppy. His hands pushed higher on Percy’s waist, tugging on his shirt to take it off.
Mouth dropping to his chest, he captured a pink nipple in his mouth, gently nipping at it, causing Percy to let out a low raspy moan.
“Yes, I am very much enjoying myself.” His own voice was gravely with need.
Percy’s hips started to stutter in motion against him, “That’s it, come against me baby boy.” The man pressed his head into Apollo’s shoulder, crying out as he rode his orgasm against him.
Apollo licked a trail of sweat down his neck before sweetly kissing his cheek.
“I hope that took the edge off, because I’m not even close to done with you yet.” Percy huffed out an exhausted laugh against his neck.
Wrapping one arm around the man’s waist he stood up from the couch, causing Percy to interlock his ankles against his back.
Wasting no time, Apollo pushed open his bedroom door. Like the rest of the apartment, the space wasn’t very large, but intimately and warmly decorated. Unfortunately, Apollo was far too concerned with the pretty boy in his arms and the weeping cock in his jeans to care much about contemplating Percy’s interior design choices.
He pushed Percy back onto the bed, following the movement with his mouth as he sucked open mouthed kisses down his neck and chest.
“So fucking pretty, baby.”
His left hand touched Percy’s nipple, causing him to suck in a breath. Rolling it between his fingers and watching it pebble up as his mouth ghosted the other with his tongue before blowing cool air on it, “Gonna make you feel so good.” Percy whimpered beneath him.
He wanted to sink his teeth into the man’s neck but didn’t want to scare him off so quickly. Next time, he thought. His left hand went down to Percy’s jeans, quickly releasing the button. He felt his still half-hard cock under the zipper. Thank Olympus for demigod refractory periods.
“Apollo,” begged Percy, “Please.”
Apollo kissed up Percy’s neck, taking his bottom lip back into his mouth.
“Please what?”
“Touch me!” he demanded, causing Apollo to pull back from his mouth with a laugh.
“So demanding. In the old days, some gods might’ve struck you down for the indignation.”
“If you don’t put your hand on my cock in the next thirty seconds, I might just commit a crime worth smiting.”
“Let me indulge the baby then.”
“I’m not a baby.”
He released the zipper of Percy’s jeans, his thumb trailing down the boxer briefs covering his dick. Percy moaned immediately, pushing his hips in an attempt to find more friction despite recently coming. Apollo knew the demigod would be like this, sweet and needy. And he was heady with the knowledge that he was the cause of it.
He kissed the slightly sweaty curls on the side of his head. “My baby,” reverence in his voice.
He wasted no time in dragging Percy’s jeans off, leaving him in only his dark blue boxer briefs, already wet and darkened with his previous release. Apollo sat up, legs straddled over the man's prone form. Taking a moment to vanish his own clothing, he watched as Percy took in his godly nude form. What a picture we are together, he thought. They were both heaving, a flush crawling up Percy’s chest, his eyes wide and glassy with arousal.
No longer able to ignore his own hard and wanting cock, he aligned their hips, throwing his head back as he pressed himself gently against the hardening cock underneath him.
The sound Percy let out… Even his own muses could not write such beautiful music.
Suddenly his want reached a fervor and he couldn’t bear the thought of fabric being between them, he needed their cocks skin to skin. He pulled back, standing at the edge of the bed to rip Percy’s briefs off his body.
“Now who is impatient.”
Apollo stared down at him with raw hunger.
“Always so impertinent.”
Percy smirked, propping himself up on his elbows.
“You’ve always liked that about me.”
He sighed because it’s true, he has always liked that about Percy.
“Let’s see how mouthy you are with your cock in my mouth.”
He kept his gaze on glazed green eyes as he leaned down, dragging his tongue against the weeping cock from base to tip. Percy’s mouth gasped open, his head rolling back as his hips widened and attempted to push up towards the sun god’s mouth.
As fast as a lightning strike, Apollo’s left hand grasped his hip, pushing it down into the bedding. His right hand reached up to scratch against an overstimulated nipple.
His golden eyes were molten as he kissed into the crook of Percy’s left hip, “Watch what I do to you.” The demigod swallowed hard, nodding.
Apollo pushed his head forward, cheek against his lower stomach as he took the tip of Percy’s cock into his mouth. It was as beautiful as the rest of him, tastefully sized and rosy red. Pearls of precum beaded up against his tongue, salty like the sea the man was made out of. Every part of the demigod's body was poetry - from his sinewy toned legs, swimmers shoulders, and narrow waist. Percy Jackson was so deliciously Greek, like the heroes of old, and Apollo was going to eat him up.
He sucked Percy further down his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks and pressing his tongue flat along the underside vein to increase what he knew was an intense sensation. He maintained intense eye contact as he engulfed the man slowly, inch by inch, into his wet heat. Percy’s mouth was frozen open, hardly breathing at all. He smirked against him as he reached the hilt, the tip of his cock spasming in his mouth as it hit the back of his throat.
Quickly pulling back up, he released the man’s cock with a pop. Smiling at Percy as he licked precum off his lips as the man groaned in frustration.
“Fucking tease!” he complained.
The impatience of youth, he thought fondly. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head baby, I’m going to take care of you. But first, know this.” His hand trailed up the inside of Percy’s thigh, currently tight with want. “If I continue sucking you, I’m not stopping until I’m swallowing your cum down my throat. And then I’m going to fuck you until you’re a drooling mess who can’t remember his own name. You will come again on my cock. So ask yourself, can you handle that? Do you have two more times in you, baby boy?”
If Apollo knew one thing, it’s that Percy was never one to back down from a challenge. And if he used that knowledge to his advantage? All’s fair in love and war.
The man’s eyes narrowed, opening his mouth to no doubt answer his provocation with fire. “Do your worst.”
The god raised his eyebrow in amusement before grasping the twitching member at the base with one hand, and pushing down his hip with the other.
With no intention of going slowly this time, he bent his torso and flicked the tip of the cock in his hand with his tongue before sucking him down to the hilt. Ensuring the shaft was sufficiently spit soaked, he set a punishing pace, pulling the head to the back of his throat each time.
Percy immediately tried to jerk his hips up with a frantic urgency but the hand Apollo had holding him down held true. He didn’t want Percy to last long here, his own cock too desperate for attention to really savor the moment.
His free hand reached below, grazing sensitive skin as he reached for his perineum. He pressed just the right amount of pressure from his fingers, swirling his tongue as he took him deeply in his mouth.
“Apollo,” panted Percy, “I’m close.” As if the god couldn’t already tell that. The demigod was writhing against the hand holding him down, one of his own balled up in a fist and the other covering his face as his back arched in ecstasy.
Apollo maintained his quick pace, pulling back until he was kissing the end of Percy’s spit soaked cock before sucking him down to the hilt. He felt thigh muscles spasm and as quick as a rogue wave, Percy’s cock was spilling his seed down his throat. He released the hand holding down the demigod's hips and let him ride his own orgasm out in Apollo’s mouth, crying out softly as euphoria rolled through his body.
Drawing off, he made sure to suck every last drop of salty cum off Percy’s softening cock - which he must have enjoyed if the breathless moan he let out said anything. Releasing him from his mouth, a line of spit stayed connected for a moment as he sat himself upright.
Percy Jackson looked wrecked, and they hadn’t even fucked yet. His neck, shoulders, and chest were covered in developing red bruises, his nipples were pink and inflamed, his groin, pelvis, and thighs were sticky with sweat, spit, and cum. His body still trembled with the aftershocks of his second orgasm, even his eyes were wet; it seems Apollo had given him head so good that he cried.
A tenth muse, he thought.
Fully straddling the man's hips, he reached for shoulders to pull Percy upright. His own still incredibly aroused cock twitched against the demigod’s abs.
Apollo cupped his cheek with one hand and tugged him in for a kiss. Percy sighed against his mouth, sated, and Apollo wasted no time taking advantage of the opening to let the boy taste himself on his tongue.
He groaned against lips that pulled away.
Blinking up at him, eyes wide like a green eyed seal—how does anyone ever say no to him?!—he opened his mouth to speak before closing it again.
Apollo pushed one hand back through his hair, “Take your time baby.”
Percy dragged in a quick breath, pressing their foreheads together with his eyes closed.
A beat passed, then a second. He waited with baited breath as the man opened his eyes, only to move his head to press his lips against the god’s neck.
“You’ve barely let me touch you,” he murmured as he began to nip little bites onto his skin.
Apollo exhaled, letting the man’s hands reach up to explore his chest. They pawed at his shoulders, caressed his collar bone, scratched gently over his nipples.
One hand reached lower, hesitantly grasping at his very neglected cock. His thumb brushed over his tip, spreading out the drops of precum that had gathered there. He felt fingers form a circle before pressing down over his foreskin, hot and tight. Apollo let out a hiss against the soft curls caressing his mouth.
He let the man suck his neck skin into his mouth, no doubt leaving marks of his own, before he softly pushed him away. Regretting it for a moment when the hand fisting his cock dropped down.Soon.
“Apollooo,” whined Percy, dragging the vowel out.
“If I wanted you to touch me, I would have asked you to touch me. I’m taking care of you, you promised we were doing this MY way,” he teased, his voice pitch matching the man’s whine.
The demigod shook his head in laughter before pouting his lips, “But I wanted a taste.”
He gently shoved Percy so he fell down onto his back on the bed, “Next time we can do it your way.”
And what a delight it was for him to see the man’s eyes dilate at the thought.
The demigod picked himself up onto his elbows. “How do you want me?” he asked bluntly.
“Let me name thy many ways.” Percy rolled his eyes, unamused, before staring pointedly at the god.
“Shall I write you a haiku?”
“Son of the sea god / I really need to fuck you / Pl—” the god of poetry was cut off by a hand covering his mouth.
“Do not finish that!”
Apollo grinned playfully, “I should punish you for that. Do you know how blessed your mortal ears are to hear poetry straight from the source himself?”
“You’re so fucking hot that I forgot how much of a dork you are.”
“You think I’m hot?”
“Don’t let it go to your head,” said Percy flatly.
“Too late!” Apollo smacked a kiss on his cheek.
Though he appreciated banter, he didn’t want the mood to get too silly. He hadn’t gotten off yet and he had very hard to forget intentions to fuck the daylights out of this man.
Pulling himself back to the very edge of the bed, he motioned to Percy to push himself up on his pillows. “Exactly there, get comfortable darling. I want to be able to see your eyes during.”
He looked the man over, “You’ve never been with a god, have you?”
Percy shook his head. “Is it really all that different?”
His eyes drifted to the lamp on the bed side table. “Yes and no. It’s intense, I have very high stamina. But so do you,” he looked back over to Percy with a smirk.
Apollo isn’t sure he’ll ever get used to the intensity of gazing into sea green eyes. Percy has a unique ability to peel back the layers of a god to see the man underneath. It’s like he sees right through us, he mused. Maybe he does, maybe that’s what made him so—.
“I trust you.”
His eyes refocused on Percy, train of thought interrupted. He was breathless for a moment, to have Percy’s trust.
“A gift I will not abuse,” he promised solemnly.
He crawled up the bed to sit between Percy’s thighs. “I’m going to prepare you, pretty. Nice and slow. And only we’re you’re good and stretched for me will I take you. Are you ready?”
Percy smiled before nodding, “I am. I want you.”
He dragged his left hand from the demigod’s upper thigh to his knee, following the trail with his eyes. Sliding his hand under, he gently pushed his left leg up to bend at his waist.
“You want me?” he asked quietly.
Percy bit his swollen bottom lip, “Desperately. Please fuck me, Apollo.”
Fuck. “Let me not keep you waiting any longer then, darling.”
He had Percy lift his other leg to the same position as his left before summoning a bottle of his preferred oil. Modernity favored lube, but Apollo wanted only the best for this man.
Coating his fingers liberally, he brushed them over a still soft cock before reaching lower to his puckered rim. He pressed gently against it with his thumb, not pressing in, letting Percy get used to the pressure. He slowly started swirling his finger against his warm hole before taking his oiled pointer finger and pushing it slowly inside.
Percy let out a small hiss as his muscles tensed up, “Relax, baby boy.”
Once his finger was fully seated inside the man, he gave him a moment to acclimatize to the feeling before he was pulling it out to the tip and fucking it back in. He found a soft rhythm, continuing for a few moments before he felt Percy was ready for another.
With methodical focus, the next time he pulled out of the man he met his hole with both his pointer and middle finger. Pressing in, stretching him out slowly. He fucked him deeply with his fingers, scissoring them inside him. As he let his pace naturally increase, he watched as Percy fisted the sheets beneath him. “Feel good?”
“Mhm.” As the demigod nodded, Apollo’s fingers happened to brush against the man’s prostate. It was like watching someone be electrocuted, the way his body convulsed.
“Apollo!” he cried out, eyes scrunching closed against the sensation.
He chuckled lowly. “Too much?” he asked, although he did not stop fucking the man with his fingers.
Percy shook his head back and forth against the pillow, “More.” His breath was ragged.
“Good boy.” Percy keened at that, and wasn’t THAT interesting.
Pulling his fingers out, he re-coated them in an obscene amount of oil before slowly pressing them in. Watching Percy hole stretch around three of his long fingers was nearly his undoing. He picked up the pace, hitting the man’s prostate on nearly every push inside of him. His cock was already thickening again, the sounds of his pants filling the room.
Apollo took extra time to really stretch his rim out, loosening the muscles so that their coupling could be as pain-free as possible. Finally, he deemed the man ready. He pulled his fingers out, wiping them off on the sheets before kissing the side of the knee closest to his head.
“I’m going to fuck you now, sweet thing,” his voice silky.
Percy was frantic in his nodding, “Please please please. Need you now.” He reached his hands to Apollo to pull him up over his body. “Please fuck me,” he begged.
Letting himself be maneuvered, he used one arm to hold his weight over Percy’s body and another to coat his weeping cock in a liberal amount of oil. “Such a needy baby. Don’t worry, I’m going to make you feel so good.”
He leaned down to capture Percy’s mouth as he lined himself up against Percy’s rim.
“Please,” whispered the man against his lips. Wasting no more time, he slowly breached his hole and pressed himself inside. Inch by inch, he felt himself consumed by this boy.
He stopped kissing Percy, focusing on the sensation of finally being inside of him. “So fucking tight. You feel so good, baby. Can you feel how tight you are? Fuck.”
A tear dropped from Percy’s eye, “S-so good. You can move, Apollo. Please.” He had one hand fisted deep in his sheets and brought his other around the back of the god’s shoulders to cling against him.
Apollo nodded before pulling out almost entirely and slowly fucking himself back into Percy’s hole. He set a slow place, not wanting to rush his pleasure yet. Every time his cock speared the man’s prostate, he whined against him.
Their lips were still a hair's breath apart, sharing heat and exchanging moans. Apollo pushed his free hand to the back of Percy’s head, gripping his curls loosely - enough to pull his head back to expose his throat.
“Fuck, Percy. Shouldn’t have waited, could have had this already.” Percy only responded by wrapping his thighs around the god’s waist, giving him a better angle to drive into him.
He brushed his lips down the man’s jaw before latching onto his throat. He sucked at a familiar spot briefly before gently biting down.
“Apollo!” he gasped out, the hand gripping the god’s shoulder digging nails in at the onset of a small amount of pain.
Apollo released his mouth before licking the spot in a mockery of apology. Briefly pulling out of him, he pushed his torso up so he was on his knees. He grasped the man’s legs and brought them to lean against his chest before grabbing the unused pillow on the bed and shoving it in the gap under his hips.
He stared down into green eyes and said, “Don’t close them baby, I want to see you.”
Before lining himself up and pushing back into Percy. Unlike his slower pace before, this one was punishing. Using the legs he had against his chest as leverage, he fucked in and out of the demigod at a speed most mortal’s would never be able to attain. Percy shifted his hips so he could meet him thrust for thrust, eyes still staying connected.
This angle allowed him to hit deeper inside, the feeling was almost indescribable. So tight, so wet, so hot. And every time he hit the demigod’s prostate, his eyes tried to flutter shut before he forced them back open. More tears leaked out of his eyes, his incessant panting exposed the wet tongue in his mouth, his hands frantically searching for any purchase to anchor himself.
Percy Jackson was gorgeous on a normal day. But like this? Obscene. Pornographic. Oh how Apollo enjoyed ruining him.
He knew he was getting close but before he filled this man with his seed, he had a promise to fulfill.
“Percy, baby. Remember what I said? You were going to come on my cock before it was all said and done.” He punctuated nearly every other word with a hard thrust. Stopping himself from throwing his head back, he focused on the man.
Percy was so fucked out, so wrecked he was struggling following the god’s words.
“Pretty boy, touch your cock for me. Yes, that’s it. Make yourself come.” In a haze, Percy grabbed the oil by his waist and poured some into his hand. “Good boy. Keep your eyes on me, touch yourself just how you like.”
Percy grabbed his neglected weeping cock, precum glistening at the tip and began to slowly fuck his hand. “Faster baby, just like that.”
He was fucking into Percy so hard, his body was trembling. The man grasped his cock and fucked into his hand in time with Apollo’s thrusts. “Mm close.” His voice was so gravelly.
“Come on my cock. Come for me so I can fill you up.” He couldn’t decide where to focus his gaze - the man’s rapturous face or his desperate weeping cock so close to coming for the third time that evening.
Suddenly, Percy’s body locked up and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Cum pulsated out of him directly onto his hand and chest. He keened out, no longer able to make any discernable words or sounds. Apollo’s pace turned erratic, his cock being squeezed even tighter as the man rode out his orgasm. With a growl, he buried himself one last thrust into the boy before his release came.
He continued thrusting into Percy as his own orgasm pushed through him, the feeling of his cum slickening the passage was almost enough to have him go another round. Slowly decreasing his pace, he took one look at the demigod and he knew that was off the table.
Percy Jackson was completely fucked out; body pliant, covered in cum and sweat, he even had a tiny bit of drool slipping out of his open mouth. My gods, thought Apollo, what a vision.
Coming to a stop, he kissed the calf resting against his shoulder before gently helping Percy lower his legs.
Apollo pulled his softening cock out of Percy, letting himself fall forward onto his hands so his upper body hung above the man. He was so beautiful like this, curls frizzy against the pillow from hands running through them, eyes glazed over, glistening with a fine layer of sweat. He leaned down to brush lips against Percy’s mouth. I really did fuck the impertinence right out of him.
Pulling back, he rolled to the side, still pressing his body against the man. He pushed his right hand immediately into curls, his left hand brushing soothing motions against the man’s chest.
“You did so good, baby. You were so good for me,” he whispered right into Percy’s ear. The demigod shuddered softly, resting his forehead against the god. He was deliciously docile like this.
Apollo summoned a soft cotton cloth and gently cleaned up cooling cum off his tanned stomach. Following the cloth with his lips, he gently brushed over overstimulated nipples, kitten licked against toned abs, and sucked a bite at his hip bone. Skipping right over Percy’s cock, he bent the man's legs back to clean off his own cum dripping out of his gaping hole. The sight was so erotic he wondered if it was worth pushing Percy to his edge if only to have him again. Next time, he thought.
He kissed his inner thigh from knee to groin, watching Percy’s eyes widen and his breath quicken realizing what the god intended to do.
“It’s too much, Apo—”.
Apollo shushed him, “Let me take care of you, darling. I won’t push you too far.” He waited for a moment, their eyes intensely connected before Percy nodded to him.
He smiled softly, “Perfect boy.”
Carefully, he licked his tongue on the man’s soft sticky cock before gently pulling it into his mouth. Percy threw his arm over his eyes, head rolling from side to side. The sensation was intense, his nerves almost burning from overstimulation. Apollo sucked him down, tasting the remnants of salty cum before releasing him again. He kissed up the side of trimmed, silky dark curls to the stunning divot where his hips met his torso. His tongue and mouth followed nearly the same path as before, tasting his belly button, left nipple, his perfect collarbone, sucking at a bruise on his neck, before once again capturing spit wet lips. So - fucking - pretty, he thought.
Separating after a few moments of languid kissing, he gathered the man in his arms and pulled him close.
Quietly and with reverence, “How are you feeling, Percy?”
The man nodded against his chest, “Mm good. Sore but good.” Apollo laughed before bringing his hand once again to bury itself in soft, frizzy curls.
They laid there in the dark, the only light a tiny lamp on his bedside table that adds a warmth to the space but not a significant amount of light. Playing low in the background were the sounds of the city from behind glass, a car horn beeping in the distance, a man yelling, a city alive.
Apollo watched as awareness slowly came back to Percy’s body, the soft hazy look in his eyes disappearing like a midnight tide. Post-nut clarity, he thought solemnly.
He tilted his head up to Apollo, “Okay, yeah. In hindsight, I get why you were avoiding me.” The side of his mouth curled up in a half smile.
For a moment, Apollo’s answering laugh was genuine but it turned into a hollow huff. He felt as a bit more of his divinity leaked through, no doubt intensifying the gold of his eyes. He was quiet for a minute, pensive in a way he knew he hadn’t been the entire night.
“I could have captured you the summer after your sophomore year of college. You were helping a girl, one of Demeter’s. She was trying to pick up a sword too heavy for her, you walked over and were so gentle with her. I saw past the savior and saw a glimpse of the man. And you were beautiful, fresh with youth the way so many are just past the cusp of adulthood. It was the first time I’d seen you look happy and healthy in years. I noticed immediately and I wasn’t the only one.” He took a shallow breath, fingers gently twirling in his hair.
“We were all thinking it, Percy. God, demigod, even some mortals with a keen eye. The fierce hero of Olympus, twice over no less. A strong warrior, with more glory in his pinky than most gods experienced their entire lives. So handsome, even Paris’s eyes would have strayed from Helen. So hurt and yet still so whole, kind and good. You’re the dream of every Olympian, a lovingly copied memoir of old. Of Greece, before the fall. A beacon of our strength and a reminder of our mortality.” The air around them was charged with his words, spoken soberly. Percy stared up at him, face perfectly blank.
“If I had any sense at all, I would’ve grabbed you then and whisked you off to Delos. Hid you from the world and from your future pain, showed you how to be kept.”
He felt Percy swallow against his chest, brow furrowed as he was no doubt remembering every myth he’d come across about the dangers of getting involved with a god. Especially the ones he’s heard about me, he thought with a tinge of grief.
“I,” he paused, thoughts still gathering, “wouldn’t have survived that, Apollo. There’s too much of the sea in me to ever be caged. You would have taught me to be kept and instead killed me in trying to keep me tame. This, this right here, it’s better. Right?” His fingers gently twirled over the god’s chest, the immortal—and wasn’t he truly, unbelievably not mortal in the moment—tracked their movement like a cat.
Apollo knew Percy was right, that caging him would have caused him to wilt. Perhaps it spoke to his nature, even so tempered after all these years, that a part of him still wanted to see it all the same.
“Yes, sweet boy. This is better. This is so much better.”
His eyes softened, the golden glow dimming in the reflection of Percy’s eyes. He looked at the face of the demigod against his chest, whose eyes shuttered shut as sleep began to take him.
Deciding to also indulge some time with Morpheus, he laid his head back against Percy’s pillow, eyes staring up at the terrible popcorn ceiling and considered.