"Oh, fuck, Percy-" Vex groaned, planting her hands on the wall above the head of the bed, grinding her hips long and slow against his tongue, drawing it out. She was close already, she could feel it, her thighs tensing and her toes curling as he lapped at her entrance. "Fuck, darling, I'm nearly there, oh fuck-" She shifted, lingering in one spot so he could suck at her clit, and she scrabbled at the wall, coming with a ragged cry. Reaching down to run a gentle hand through his hair, she rested her forehead against the wall, panting and grinning. She moved to climb down, but felt him shake his head between her legs, and he wrapped his arms around her thighs.
"More? Darling, are you sure? It'll take me a while to finish a second time. Don't want you running out of air down there." She chuckled at that last bit, but he moaned against her as if the idea of eating her out until he drowned in her was the most incredible thing he could imagine. "Well, if you insist." Using her other hand to grab at his hair as well, she tangled her fingers in the short white locks, using the grip as leverage to drag herself in a long, slow grind against his tongue, his nose bumping up against her sensitive clit at the top of each stroke. It was always slow going at first, on the rare occasion she tried for two orgasms in a row - if the first was a steady climb up a hill, the second was a leisurely walk up a mountain: longer and slower, but with more time to enjoy the view.
Percy seemed to be in his element, eager and wanting, his hands sliding down to rest on the swell of her ass, pulling her against him as he pressed his tongue up into her. She relished in the slick slide of his spit mixed with her own fluids, the feel of his tongue pushing as deep inside her as it could, and sighed appreciatively when he slid one hand down, fucking two fingers into her along with his tongue. Her hips ground down hard against his jaw, and she knew her thighs would be sore come morning, but gods it would be worth it. She loved the way he worshipped beneath her, desperate for a taste, a touch, anything she'd give him - and she so loved to give him everything she had. She threw her head back as he added a third finger, bucking her hips in earnest again as she felt the steady rise towards a second peak. He was probably hard as a rock behind her, leaking precome onto his stomach, and when he finally decided he was done with her, she was looking forward to getting him off in return.
"Darling, you feel so good between my legs, I could stay here for hours," she praised, scratching lightly at his scalp and drawing a whine from his throat. The whine sharpened to a yelp as she tugged his hair again, angling her hips back so he could focus on her clit once more. "I'm getting close, love, just a little more. You've been so good for me, Percival, truly." He redoubled his efforts, crooking his fingers to hit the spot inside her that she loved as he circled his tongue over her clit, desperate to please her, clinging to her back with his other hand. She ground down hard as she neared her peak, and if she was loud the first time she came, she was nearly silent for the second, her breath stolen away as her jaw dropped on a voiceless scream. She rode out her orgasm against his tongue, grabbing at his hair and pulling harshly to ground herself, curling in on herself and gasping out his name like a prayer.
They stayed like that until Percy tapped her leg, his neck stiff and his jaw aching, and she carefully swung her leg over and slid down to lay beside him. Her eyebrows rose as she reached for his cock but found him halfway soft already, splashes of come coating his stomach, and he blushed beneath a shiny coating of her slick. "You, ah. Are very attractive when you come."
"Apparently so." She kissed his cheek, tasting herself on his skin and licking her lips, then winced when her thighs rubbed together. "I think you gave me beard burn, darling."
"I don't have a beard."
"It's those ridiculous sideburns of yours."
He rubbed at them consideringly, shrugging a little. "I suppose I could shave them off. But I feel like I'd look even younger without them."
"Mm, perhaps." She yawned, curling up against his side and throwing a leg over his, tugging the covers up over them, not seeing the way he wrinkled his nose in distaste.
"You're going to get come on the blankets."
"It'll wash out."
"But I'll know ."
"By that logic, my mouth should be permanently tainted for you, and yet you kiss me on it every day."
"It's worth it."
She snorted a soft laugh. "Go to sleep, darling."
"Alright. But we're doing laundry tomorrow."
"Mm."