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The last of Apollo's light shimmers a richer shade of orange the further the chariot passes along the horizon.
Condensation slid down the glass soda in Percy's hand, and he licked the sour-sweetness off his lips.
Wood creaks behind him, accompanied by the rustle of suit.
Percy sighs, tilting his head to bare his neck to the lips seeking his skin, and hums into the touch. Reaching behind him to comb his fingers through Zeus's dark hair, Percy's eyes flutter close at the soft scratch of Zeus's beard in the sensitive crook of his neck. Zeus's back is hot against him, pulling Percy up, and crushing his arms around him. They sat silently on the steps of Cabin Number Three, listening to the wind and the sound of the waves broken up by Zeus sucking Percy's skin into his mouth to bite.
"It's summer." Percy reminds, and to accentuate his point, a chorus of shrieks rises across the pavilion.
"They can look away."
Rolling his eyes, Percy pushes him off aims a stern frown at the sky god. A shit eating grin is his only recompense, however, and Percy sighs.
"At least take me elsewhere."
Dark blue eyes turn towards the Poseidon cabin.
"Absolutely not!" Percy hisses.
While his father has been relaxed allowing his friends into the cabin, Percy is fairly certain inviting another god into his father's cabin would end in disaster.
"Your old man will hardly mind."
Eyebrow twitching, Percy stares, unimpressed.
"Fine, if you want to start a fight, go on in."
Cocking his brow, Zeus takes a step back inside the door.
A tangible shift occurred inside the cabin, a faint roar within his ears before it abruptly cut out. Gentle touches soothed him down his back, as his father's attention softened into curiosity. Percy's heartbeat slows when there's no further reaction. Most of it centered on Zeus, which is... surprisingly tolerant, considering how competitive Percy's father is with Zeus.
"Well?"
Percy's temper flared, but he only rolled his eyes and said "You're such a jerk sometimes."
Following Zeus through the door, Percy closes the door behind him, and yanks at Zeus's jacket.
Humming, his lips move against Percy's, biting, and pulling that his skin stings with it.
Their feet gravitated towards Percy's bunk, and Zeus fell backwards on it — the bed shrieking in protest. Out of breath and lightheaded, Percy pulls back whilst running his hands over Zeus's broad chest. The shirt wrinkles beneath Percy's hands, and he takes a moment to admire his handiwork.
Zeus looked back up at him with his hair spread out on Percy's pillows. His lips were tinted gold from Percy's teeth.
They usually weren't so rough, Zeus preferring Percy to mark him, but…
"Someone's bratty today."
"Is that a problem?"
Percy's hands wander lower. Undoing the buckle on Zeus's belt he undoes the slacks and pulls out the god's dick.
Sighing Percy runs his hands over the generous length of Zeus's shaft. It's already hot and throbbing in Percy's palm. Swaying languidly as Percy strokes it, pressing his fingers harder into the curves and bulging veins.
Zeus's head fell back into the pillow, and he sighed.
"I may just have to punish this big dick."
Zeus's stomach tenses as Percy slaps it, the smack resounding loud in the room, leaving a pretty a pretty gold mark in the shape of Percy's palm.
"What the hell, punk?"
… Punk?
All the oddities of the evening playback in an instant.
"Ares!" Percy curses, fist lightening around the cock in his hand. War chokes, eyes burning with indignation as the illusion dispersed. "What the hell are you doing!?"
There's a little wobble in the air, as if his father is chuckling — at who, Percy isn't sure.
But, Percy wouldn't doubt if Poseidon was laughing at both of them.
"Let go of my dick." Ares grouses through his teeth. "That's delicate stuff, kid."
Dammit, he really had been looking forward to choking himself of Zeus's dick tonight. Now Ares went and...
Eyes narrowing, Percy's eyes the cock in his hand. It's darker than Zeus's, just as muscular, and maybe a few centimeters larger. Percy would bet a drachma the god is deliberately overcompensating by inflating the size a little.
Maybe…
"No."
"No?" Ares props himself up on his elbows, the leather jacket straining in protest over his muscles. Without his sunglasses, Ares eyes burn in the dim light. "Do you want to be turned into a stain on the floor, punk?"
Idly, Percy's hands move again over the sensitive skin.
"Remind me, who's cabin are you in again?"
The scent of the sea intensifies, and it's all the bolstering Percy needs lick over Ares's slit.
Not bad.
At least the war god has the decency to be sheepish.
"You ruined my evening, so you're going to lay there and take it like a good boy." Percy concludes.
"No, the fuck I'm — ah-ah!" Ares eyes close as he grimaces, trying to shift out from where Percy's hand is pulling hard on his balls. "Fuck!"
"Language." Percy sings, releasing Ares' balls to rub his palm against the swollen head.
"Fuck off." Ares grunts again, but his protestations taper as Percy lowers himself to return to licking the thin slit.
Humming, Percy closes his eyes and takes hold of Ares' dick at the base as he laps at the opening. His fingers only just barely cross wrapped around the girth. It twitches, tapping against his bottom lip.
For once, Ares is mute.
Percy can feel the heat of his gaze on the top of Percy's head.
"I don't have all night. Hurry up."
Slowing the pace of his tongue, Percy meets Ares' eyes, and licks a stripe of saliva beneath the curved flare of his crown.
"Please?" Ares tries, but Percy was not moved. "Fuck."
Eventually, he fell silent again, his dick dripping with precome.
"Good boy." Percy murmurs against the gold-tinted skin of Ares dick.
Opening his mouth wide and taking Ares' glans into his mouth, and sucks.
Beneath him, Ares groans, eyes closing. Percy's cheeks hollow from the force, tasting not-quite sweat and musk. It invokes reminiscence of long matches in the training circle, blades clashing, and his muscles burning. It was… kind of gross, in the same delicious way mortal bodies grew filthy and smelled, but also… sexy.
Pulling off with an obscene smack of his lips, Percy sucked the shaft, pressing kisses to the underside before licking Ares's balls.
Each kiss Percy places there causes Ares' dick to jump and thump solidly against Percy's face.
Chuckling, he watches it for a moment, just to admire the way it shines in the last rays of sunlight seeping into the cabin. It could have been Percy's imagination, but the dick in front of him swells a fraction larger.
Running his finger along the length, Percy bites his lip, resisting the temptation to palm himself through his pants.
"You want to come?"
"Fuck, yes!"
"Yes, what?" Percy's hand stills.
"Yes, please, I want to come!"
"Good boy!"
An aborted whimper wobbles past Ares' lip, morphing into a moan as Percy takes him deep into his throat. His muscles twinge in protest against the strech and burn in his esophagus. Spit wets nose as he swallows around the dick in his mouth.
"Oh, fuck…" Ares groans, low and loud in the emptiness of the cabin.
Circling Ares' entrance with his finger, Percy slides it up and digs the digit into the delicate skin beneath his balls.
A moan is all the warning he gets before Ares is twitching in his throat. Drinking Ares' hot come, Percy massages his balls to coax more out. It settles heavily in his stomach, stretching it uncomfortably as if he's drunk too much, and Percy's own dick twitches at the pressure.
Pulling back enough to bob his head over Ares' dick, Percy sucks whatever come that fruitlessly tried to escape back into his mouth.
"Fuck, I'm coming again…" Ares gasps.
Opening his mouth wider, Percy lets him watch it splash on his tongue; his face, his hair, and drip down his chin.
White coats Percy's palm as he drags his fingers through the mess, his other reaching for the innocuous box he keeps under his bunk.
"Oh!" Ares jerks at the press of cold metal.
The vibrations massage Percy's hands through his fingertips as it whirrs on it's highest setting. Pressing it to the underside of Ares' dick it patters wetly against against the skin. "Fuck, slow it down — please! I just came!"
"No." Percy grins, sticking the round tip of the egg vibrator into his slit.
"Fuck…."
Batting his hand at it, Percy moves it to under his scrotum — a whine falling from Ares lips as every muscle in his body pulls taunt. From his head to his stomach, Ares' tan skin has been blushed gold, bringing out the dark moles and other carefully placed imperfections across his body.
Roaming Ares' form appreciatively, Percy rubs the egg against his perineum.
"Fuck, fuuuuck, Percy!" Ares grits his teeth. "I'm coming, fuck!"
"Three already?" He purrs, licking the head of Ares' dick. Ares come is salty and sweet on his tongue. "Such a good boy."
Moaning louder at the praise, his dick spurts a little, staining the faded t-shit and leather on his chest.
It doesn't take long to pull a fourth orgasm out of Ares; one that leaves him trembling and squirming beneath Percy's hands.
Rising onto his knees to straddle Ares' legs, he runs his hands over the limbs, admiring the muscles beneath Ares' rough skin. The hair tickles him a little as he raises himself above Ares, aligning the tip with his entrance.
"Wait," Ares exhales roughly as Percy slams himself down "I need a — oh, fuck me."
"That's the plan." Percy laughs, but similarly breathless.
"Percy…" Ares's sinks further into the mattress, eyes rolling back as they close.
There's a dull throbbing at the base of his spine for him to worry about later, but the more demanding pressure is Ares's dick throbbing hard inside of him. Slowly, Percy lifts himself back up. Ares' eyes are more luminous in the darkness, despite the absence of violence and death that Percy typically glimpsed within them. Once, Percy thought him a giant, but now, they are the same size — aside from Ares' comparatively monstrous endowment — and Percy can reluctantly admit all this solid muscle beneath him is… nice.
Stroking Ares' cheek, Percy traces scars beneath his index finger.
"You can come again inside me, Ares', right?" Percy scratches his nails down Ares' wide hairy chest. "Be a good boy for Percy."
"Fuck, it hurts." Ares groans, voice ragged. "Can't."
"Fill me up, Ares." Percy coaxes, tightening himself as much as he can around the massive dick. "You can do it."
Meaty hands grab at Percy's hips as he stretches himself wide open on Ares's massive cock. His stomach bulges every time he sinks down to the base and slowly lifts himself up.
A little thrill shoots up Percy's back watching Ares lose himself beneath him, and it's quickly followed by a soft wail as he climaxes.
"Good boy," Percy praises, squeezing Ares' pecs. "Such a good boy, Ares."
Wrapping his arms tightly around Percy, Ares tremors rattle the bed frame. Murmuring praise into his ear, Percy strokes the buzzed end of his hair while shallowly rocking himself on Ares' dick.
Once he stills, his arms fall slack over Percy's back.
"So," Percy starts, pinching Ares' nipple. "Did we learn our lesson about pretending to be someone else?"
"You're still a punk." Ares grunts.