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Apollo wasn’t quite sure how he got into this situation.
That wasn’t entirely true, he knew that it started with more visits to Camp Half Blood, which led obviously to more time with his kids but also somehow more time with one Percy Jackson.
Somehow he’d managed to get in the demigod’s good graces, likely due to the changes he’d made about spending time with his kids. But unexpectedly, that had led to Apollo being allowed to visit Percy at her place in New Rome, which was accompanied by what could possibly be dates.
That led to unexpectedly more than strictly platonic touches and then to kissing well. Apollo was pretty sure that’s where it would eventually end.
Now, though, Apollo had been kissing Percy, her back pressed against the wall while her hands gripped at his shirt. He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was, a noise Percy had made, a hard tug at his clothes, or the fact she had pressed minutely closer to him. But something in him had become as tense as a drawn bowstring.
A quiet growl escapes him, and the god’s hands grip harder on Percy’s hips, fighting the urge to pull them flush against his. It drew a shuddering breath from the mortal, and she responded by kissing him harder, legs spreading apart enough for one of Apollo’s to slip between them.
It took a lot of effort and restraint, but Apollo managed to pull himself back, hands leaving hips to rest on the wall on either side of Percy’s head. The action draws a confused noise from Percy, and she looks up at Apollo, question clear in sea-green eyes.
Apollo takes a moment to catch his breath, drinking in the sight of the disheveled hero before him. He really wanted to see how much more disheveled he could make her. He holds back though and licks his lips before asking, “Do you want this?”
Percy’s eyes darted down to look at Apollo’s mouth, before widening and looking back up as it hit her just what was being asked. She looked at where his hands rested, before her face settled into something that looked the way the calm before a storm felt. “What do you mean?”
Apollo’s brow raised, now himself unsure of what she was asking. Green eyes narrowed the slightest bit before Percy rolled them, clarifying, “What do you mean by this?”
“I mean, continuing, going to the next step. What’s another thing people say?” Apollo glances up, face carefully constructed to look thoughtful before a salacious grin takes it over as he looks back at the demigod “Ah, right. Third base.”
Percy glares, bringing her arms back to cross over her chest. She tilts her head, gaze never wavering. Apollo’s face softens and his tone shifts into something more serious. “Sorry, but I do mean that. Or… if you want, this could mean what happens after?”
“After?” Percy bites her bottom lip, and part of Apollo wants to shelf this conversation and go back to kissing her. As it is, he nods once and waits.
“Do you mean after like, long term or short term?” That’s a loaded question in a way. Those phrases mean very different things for a god and a mortal. Apollo mulled the words over in his head, shrugging, “That depends on you, I think.”
He leans in, just enough to press his forehead against hers. The smile on his face is genuine, and he continues, “If you don’t want to continue, we’ll stop and go back to normal. If you want to try again later, we can. If you want all of this to go somewhere else, short term or long term, I’ll follow your lead.” He moves to press a kiss against her temple “I’ll respect whatever choice you make.”
When he pulls back to look at Percy’s face, her eyes are wide and searching his face. She gulps and looks torn. She glances again at both the arm not quite trapping her in place, and, surprisingly, down at the leg pressed between her’s.
If she wanted, Apollo was certain she could easily remove herself from him. He’s not really attempting to trap her in place, but even if he had been he knows deep down she could throw him off easily. The thought makes a shudder run down his spine, and something older and harsher in him wakes up just a bit at that.
Percy’s hands come up to cup his face, breaking him out of his thoughts, and her eyes are shining with something Apollo’s not sure he can identify at the moment. She stares at him a moment before seeming to come to a decision. “I want to think about long term later. And right now, I want to continue what we started.”
The words are punctuated by Percy’s hips rolling down to grind once against his thigh, while she pulls him into another kiss.
And just like that, the bowstring tension decreases as whatever knocked arrow is let loose and Apollo lets himself go, just the smallest amount.
His hands immediately go down to her hips again. Slipping under her shirt to rub at the skin of there, while pressing his leg up more firmly and smirking when she ground down again.
It got a quiet groan out of the demigod, and Apollo took the chance to pull back again. An attempt that was only going to get harder and harder the longer they went on. The pretty pout that formed on Percy’s lips almost made it worth it though.
“Let me lead?” Apollo asked, putting on his best innocent face. Not like there’s much innocent about what they were doing, or what he was plotting. “I promise I’ll make it worthwhile.”
Percy blinked up at him, trying to figure out what he was doing before rolling her eyes and a familiar smirk replacing the pout. “Well, I don’t think I’m really equipped to take the lead this time around. So, sure, you can lead.”
“We can fix that for next time.” Is Apollo’s muttered reply, which apparently shocks Percy given how she jerks just a bit, but Apollo’s paying no mind to that. Instead, he leans in again and starts a more languid kiss that’s returned after only a moment.
A thrill of satisfaction runs up his spine, and Apollo almost smirks. He’s going to take his time with this. Percy will probably get impatient with it after a while, but she did say he could lead. And he wanted to savor each second, each sound, and sight this encounter was going to bring.
Apollo’s hands slip further up, coming to a stop to fondle Percy’s breast through her bra. Apollo felt Percy frown a little at that, then her arms move back from where they’d be resting on his shoulders to start reaching behind her.
One of Apollo’s hands left her chest to catch a wrist. At Percy’s questioning noise, Apollo pulled back just enough to speak, breath mingling with Percy’s. “Not yet. You said I could lead, right? Let me take care of all of that.”
Percy raises a brow at that, and the pout is back. Apollo wants to make that pout disappear, and concedes, pushing her shirt up enough until he can remove it.
Immediately, Apollo ducks down, mouthing at the newly exposed clavicle and Percy’s neck. Her hands come up to run through blond locks, and she tilts her head back enough to give Apollo more room.
Both hands have returned to her breast, and he rewards the action with an appreciative squeeze. Apollo keeps that up until Percy is squirming, grinding more incessantly against him, and the blush moving down from her face to cover her shoulders as well. He then removes her pants, laughing lightly against her neck when she huffs at him. He taps on one leg, prompting her to wrap it around his waist before repeating the action on the other leg.
Percy hesitates for a moment, which Apollo feels maybe he should be slightly offended by, but shrugs it off when both legs are wrapped firmly around his waist and her hands are gripping onto his shoulders.
“Let’s get to your bed. I think that’d be more comfortable for what we have planned, yes?” Apollo’s grin and voice are both cocky, and Percy almost makes a snarky remark at it. She bites her tongue and instead shows her agreement by grinding down directly on the bulge in his pants and placing opened mouth kisses along his neck.
It was a short walk to the bed, and Apollo places Percy down before stepping back to take a look. Percy squirms under his gaze, face flushing darker, and she leans back on her hands as she tries to act nonchalant. “If you take a picture, it’d last longer.”
Apollo blinked before a wide grin grew on his face. He brings up his hands, making a rectangle with his fingers and tilting his head to look through them. “A picture or a painting. Either would work.”
Percy’s eyes widen, and she looks at Apollo with her mouth gaping. She sputters for a second before settling on a glare and waving a hand at him and deflecting. “You know you’re wearing too many clothes for this to be fair.”
Apollo laughs before snapping, clothes disappearing down to his underwear to match. A pout graced his features in turn when he noticed that Percy had removed her bra, the garment dangling on one finger before she dropped it with a smile to the ground.
“I said you could lead, not do everything yourself.” Percy’s smile turned into a teasing smirk. “Besides, it's not as fun if you just do everything.”
She laughs when Apollo moves onto the bed, guiding her back so that she’s laying down now while he hovers over her. “You’re playing with fire, you know. Teasing a god like that.” There’s no malice in those words, nor any real promise of retribution. Not beyond some kind of a harmless prank, of course.
Percy had complained once about her looks immediately, causing everyone who met her to label her as a troublemaker, but with the look she was wearing now, Apollo thinks maybe she had more to do with that label than she’d like to admit.
“I’m pretty fire resistant. It takes a pretty good amount of lava before I start getting burnt.” She leans up, barely brushing her lips against his as she murmurs, “And I’ve always been impertinent. So you really shouldn’t have expected much different.”
That old and harsher part of himself hums, pleasantly surprised at the mortal’s boldness, but he pushes it aside and instead focuses back on the present. He presses a quick kiss to her lips, nipping on her bottom lip before moving to her neck. “You’re right, but now I want to know how long you last against the sun.”
He moves down to the junction of her shoulder and adds, “And maybe it’s time you got some payback for your impertinence.” He punctuates this with a bite, and then sucking, hoping to leave a mark there.
Percy yelps in surprise before moaning lowly, a hand coming up to tangle in the god’s hair.
Apollo kisses the forming mark before moving down, trailing kisses down to her sternum. He sits back just a bit, once more taking in the sight before him.
He decides he’s going to lay praise on every inch of the demigod before him that he could reach, and part of him hopes it drives her just the tiniest bit crazy.
Apollo leans back down before Percy has the chance to make a noise of discontent, and presses one more kiss to her sternum before moving to one breast, lay kisses there till he reaches the nipple and sucks it into his mouth. He brings one hand down to play with the other breast, palming it before tweaking the nipple.
It gets Percy moaning and squirming again, the hand in Apollo’s hair running through it, lightly scratching at his scalp.
Apollo smirks. “These are nice.” He tweaks the nipple his hand is still playing with, earning a swat to one of his shoulders. His grin only grows, and he moves his hands down to run up and down lightly to her sides, relishing in the goosebumps that start forming. “Though, I gotta admit. I do appreciate a nice set of abs just a bit more.”
With that, he moves down to trail kisses and bites along the expanse of Percy’s stomach. He leaves marks sporadically, no pattern, rhyme, or reason to it, but he notes the spots that have Percy’s breath hitching every time, and is sure to leave darker marks in those places.
“It’s nice to know they’re appreciated.” Percy’s voice waivers the slightest bit when Apollo kisses the spot just below her belly button, cracking when he sucks harshly there “But I’d appreciate going a little…”
Her voice trails off, legs coming to press against his ribs before shifting down. Apollo raises a brow, fighting to keep a smirk off his face. “A little what, Percy?” He tries to keep his face inconspicuous, but there’s a teasing lilt to his voice.
“I can’t give you what you want if you don’t say it clearly, Percy.” Apollo leans down, biting on the cut of one hip while his hand rubs circles into the other. Percy’s hips jerk once, but he gets no verbal response. So, he pauses, looking up just enough to see Percy’s face clearly.
She’s biting on her lower lip, eyes looking uncertain and looking almost embarrassed. It was kind of cute, seeing the demigod who would sass any of them without a second thought, embarrassed to ask for what she wanted. It also made heat gather in his belly. He ran his lips across the skin just above her underwear, eyes never leaving her face as he did so.
The action got Percy to keen, hips canting up just a bit, and the embarrassment seemed to grow, though there was some frustration mixing in as well. So Apollo relented, hands coming down to tug at the waistband of her underwear, prompting her to lift her hips enough for him to pull them down and off.
Once he deposits them on the floor, he smirks just a bit. “Well, I can take a couple of guesses, I think.” He picks up one leg, placing a kiss on the inside of her thigh, trailing up till about her knee before adding “Hopefully, I’ll get it right.”
“Aren’t you the god of prophecies?” Percy’s voice doesn’t shake nearly as much as it was earlier, confidence returning with the familiarity of their banter. “Shouldn’t you be able to get a pretty good idea?”
“Prophecies? Yes.” Apollo placed a kiss on her ankle, before moving to repeat the same actions on her other leg. “Mind reading? No.”
“Is there actually a god for that?” Percy’s head tilted, the question done in genuine wonder and confusion.
Apollo snorted, eyes flashing brighter with mirth. “Maybe, maybe not. I’ll tell you later.” He frowns just a bit, trying to make his face look hurt “Don’t you know it’s rude though, to think of another god when you’re with one?” He gives a slightly harsher bite on her thigh, causing Percy to yelp and jerk the appendage back. It soothes that part of himself that was getting riled up again, purring contently in the back of his mind.
Percy’s nose scrunches up, and she eyes him up, trying to figure out how serious his offense is. He places an apologetic kiss on the spot, healing it to make sure no mark is left, and she relaxes again.
He leans down, shrugging “Guess I’m a bit to blame. I haven’t been paying you the proper attention, have I, baby?” The grin on his face is down right salacious, his hands going to rest on her hips again “I’ll make up for that.”
And with that, he leans down enough to place his mouth on her clit and sucks .
The reaction is instant, a strangled gasp that turns into a long and low moan makes its way out of Percy’s throat, and her hips jerk up in response, though Apollo’s hands keep her pinned down in place.
Apollo doesn’t move beyond readjusting his hands to get a grip on her thighs to keep them open when she attempts to close them. He keeps his tongue working, circling and swiping over the bundle of nerves, only changing to suck on it once and a while to keep Percy on her toes.
Then he got a wicked idea and changes his methods again. He starts tracing letters of the alphabet with his tongue, cataloging the ones that pull the strongest reactions for later so he can figure out what words he could make, ones that could maybe even make Percy scream when strung together correctly.
Some part of his mind has the thought that he could probably compose an entire poem using only those letters and words. It’s downright giddy trying to imagine what kind of reaction he would get if he managed that.
When he hits the letter Z, he switches and continues with the Greek alphabet.
Percy’s shivering, hands fisted in her sheets as her hips jerk minutely. She wraps her legs as best she can around Apollo’s shoulders, one heel pressing in lightly on his back and moans. “A-apollo, I’m…” She’s cut off by a shudder when he does something with his tongue, that some floating part of her mind wants to think is a Greek symbol she knows but can’t focus enough on to be sure “I’m gonna-I’m so-” She’s a little embarrassed about how wound up she already is, but she pushes it way and strains out “Apollo I’m so close .”
Apollo pauses for only a second at the words, then returns to his task with vigor. Sucking harder and tongue pressing more firmly in the shapes and patterns that had gotten him the best reactions to take her over the edge.
And takes her he does, her feet slam back down onto the mattress, toes curling into the sheets as her thighs strain, and her back arches just a bit off the bed. One hand comes up to cover her mouth, muffling a curse as Apollo works her through her orgasm.
Her chest is heaving for a moment as she comes down, forcing herself up onto her elbows to be able to look down at her partner.
His eyes are tinged gold, but somehow it looks like both amusement and disappointment are both there on his face. At her questioning noise he just smiles and rests his head against her thigh for a moment “Just wanted to hear the noise you would’ve made. Not really sure why you muffled it.”
If Percy’s face wasn’t already flushed, she sure it would’ve been record time for a blush to ignite on her face. “I-I have neighbors?! I don’t want-they wouldn’t want to-I’m not risking anyone hearing that!”
Apollo’s brow furrows just a bit at that, and Percy silently thinks that it’s unfair that he still manages to look so handsome even when he’s confused. “Oh, is that all? Should’ve said something sooner.” With a wave of his hand, something seems to settle into the room, and his grin is shining as he states, “There! No need to worry about anyone overhearing now.”
She almost wants to smack him for that one, settles for rolling her eyes instead. “Thanks.” Her voice is sardonic, and Apollo’s grin is unapologetic.
“Aw, come on, can’t I get a better thanks than that?” He bats his eyes, looking innocent in all but his wicked smile and the tightening of his hands on her thighs again. “You could make some wonderful music for me now that you don’t have to worry about the noise.”
Percy doesn’t have a chance to respond before he dives back down, tongue running up the length of her. She gasps, hands shooting down to grip at his hair and her hips jerking in response when he runs his tongue completely flat against her clit again.
Apollo grins, lapping up the slick left over from her last orgasim, being mindful to not be too rough with his ministrations.
He moves to tease her entrance, relishing in the moan it draws out, pulling out a few more before starting to thrust his tongue in.
Percy gives a muffled curse, grinding down against his face and chasing after the building pleasure. She tugs once at his hair as he hits a sensitive spot, tugging more when he starts trying to hit it more consistently.
She feels heat pooling again in her belly, a coil tensing further and further the longer Apollo goes. He brings his hand down to play with her clit in addition to his tongue fucking, moving her further and over that edge once again.
This time she does shout, grinding down harsher than intended once more and holding him in place as she rides out the aftershocks. When she finally relaxes, she flops back, throwing an arm over her eyes and going boneless as she tries to catch her breath.
She feels Apollo shift, and she peeks just in time to see him wiping her slick off his face, licking his lips when he manages to catch her eye. It makes her shudder and groan, pulling her arm down to cover her eyes again.
Apollo makes a humming noise, running a hand up her side and helping to alleviate any tension lingering in her body. Percy doesn’t move beyond a twitch, and Apollo’s brow furrows a bit. “Percy?”
She doesn’t respond beyond a low keen, so Apollo prompts again, “Babe?”
He still doesn’t get a response, and it’s just a touch worrying, and Apollo moves till he’s hovering over Percy once more “You okay there Sea Breeze?”
The nickname gets a jolt out of the demigod, but Apollo doesn’t get a chance to tease her with it as her legs hook around him, and with a twist, he’s now flat on his back. He blinks once, twice and then stares up at a very smug and satisfied Percy, who has reversed their positions.
“Oh, that was clever.” Apollo admits, somewhat dazed at the revelation that his earlier thought about Percy likely being able to throw him off easily comes back full force.
Percy’s smirk is crooked, and she practically purrs as she leans in closer. “I can be when I wanna be.” She starts pressing kisses along his jawline, chaste and sweet and like she’s savoring her victory. She presses a quick kiss to his lips before adding, “I’m going to lead for a bit, okay?”
“I do something not to your liking?” He’s half teasing, assured that his performance so far had been nothing less than stellar given her reactions, but a part of him is worried maybe he’d pushed a bit too far or had done something else possibly wrong.
Percy falters for just a moment, face softening and she kisses him again, slow and languid, before pulling back. “No, you were great. It’s just…” She pauses, face flushing again with embarrassment before pushing through. “You leading shouldn’t mean you do all the work and I get all the fun. I want to make you feel good, too.”
She leans back, purposely grinding against his dick, still covered by the underwear he’d yet to shed. “Besides, I thought you told me to let you know what I want?” The question is followed by the most unfair pair of puppy dog eyes Apollo has seen in a while. “You really gonna deny me that when I’m finally telling you?”
Apollo’s hands twitch, wanting to reach up and do who knows what, but he resists and instead shakes his head. “Nope. Please be my guest.”
Percy’s face shifts into something smug and satisfied, and she leans down to kiss him, hotter than the other ones she’d been giving. Apollo groans when she moves down, working on making her own mark on his neck.
It won’t last long, neither will the ones on her really once she gets to some water, and it won’t be quite the same. But he can appreciate the sentiment.
He does have to fight back a part of him that seems as indignant as he pleased by her leaving marks, the old part of him growling to take control again, wanting to claim and remind her of his status in equal measure.
He focuses on his pleasure the further down she goes, practically bucking up when he feels one of her hands reach down to just brush over his erection before moving back to reach for the waistband of his underwear.
Apollo snaps his fingers and the last bit of clothing disappears, which causes Percy to pause fingers prodding at the newly exposed skin. She looks up at him, staring for a moment before looking markedly unimpressed at the look on Apollo’s face. She rolls her eyes, half tempted to snark at him about waiting so long, but instead decides to lean down and scrape her teeth along his hip bone.
Apollo grunts, hips jerking when she teases him by barely ghosting the tips of her fingers over the length of him. He does scowl when she draws her hand out of reach when he rocks his hips up, and repeats the action each time he tries. He can feel her grinning against his stomach before she’s moving back, looking a bit like the cat who caught the canary.
There’s probably a more appropriate sea themed version of that phrase, but it escapes the god when Percy moves down till her breath is brushing against his dick and she’s looking up at him through her lashes.
There’s a beat before Percy takes the head into her mouth, tongue circling it a few times before moving down the length of him slowly. Apollo fists the sheets, breathing in slowly, and fighting the urge to buck up. Percy manages to bob up and down a few times, taking him from tip to base each time before Apollo slips.
She’s teasing his tip again, then starting to move down when he bucks up. It clearly startles her, and she doesn't have enough pressure where her hands rest on his thighs to prevent him, and he manages to thrust up till she’s halfway down when the sharp intake of breath through her nose brings him back.
Apollo curses quietly, reaching out and ready to apologize, but it dies in his throat when Percy moans around him. The vibrations cause him to groan, and he’s sorely tempted to buck again when Percy picks up her pace.
“Wait, wait, Percy, wait.” Apollo reaches down, gripping just enough at dark hair to still her head. She practically whines, nails digging lightly into the meat of his thighs, and it sends a shiver down his spine and some lurid thoughts through his head when she looks up at him through her lashes.
Apollo takes a deep breath through his nose, hands unintentionally tugging at her hair, which made Percy shudder and almost had Apollo saying to Hades with it, but he resists and prompts her to pull back as he asks “Did you like that?”
She hesitates before giving a small nod “I-yeah. I-I did.”
“Do you want me to do it again?”
Percy’s eyes widen at the question, and she squirms just a bit but gives an enthusiastic nod and breathless “ Yes .”
Apollo’s grinning widely, and that previously unsatisfied part of himself is now purring loudly at the back of his mind. “You really are a treasure, you know?” They move back until they’re in the proper position “Tap twice if you need a break or want me to stop okay?”
Percy’s only response to that is to open her mouth, tongue darting out to lick at him once, and that’s all the invitation that Apollo needs to start thrusting.
He starts at a slower pace, wanting to make sure Percy’s actually adjusted to this and that he won’t accidentally hurt her. It doesn’t last long though as she whines around him, giving a harsh suck as he pulls back, intention clear that she wants him to pick up the speed.
His thrusts become faster, trying to reach just a bit deeper and maybe just a tad bit on the side of too harsh. But Percy takes it all eagerly, fingers clenching and unclenching on his thighs as she moans.
Apollo could draw this out, thinking Percy would even let him, but he didn’t want to overdo it and can feel his release start to build up.
He’s debating on if it’s a better idea to pull out or not when Percy groans again, like she’s anticipating it, and digs her fingers more firmly into his legs, and that is the deciding factor.
He comes with a grunt, holding the demigod in place as his cum paints the back of her throat. He starts idly petting at her hair, murmuring praises as he finishes. “You’re amazing. You did so good for me, baby.”
She shudders, thighs squeezing together for a moment, and swallows around him to try to not let any of his cum spill out, and Apollo makes a note of that reaction as he starts to pull back.
He’s out of Percy’s mouth with a wet pop, and she leans forward a bit, panting heavily, and Apollo notes that a bit of cum dribbled out of the corner of her mouth.
She seems to take notice of it as well, one hand coming up to wipe it away with the pad of her thumb. Sea-green eyes meet blue swimming with gold, and she very deliberately and slowly licks it off the appendage.
It’s likely not even a second before Apollo is back on her, kissing her deeply and maneuvering, so she’s laying on her back again with him over her.
She’s clutching at his shoulders, kissing him back with as much vigor and practically writhing under him as his hands wander.
He slips one hand down between them, fingers slicked up with some kind of lube that Percy has no idea where it came from as two enter her almost immediately. She moans into his mouth when he starts scissoring them. She feels the grin on his face, and bites at his lower lip in retaliation for it, which apparently only spurs him to start curling his fingers, trying to find that special spot inside of her.
When he does she keens, breaking the kiss and resting her forehead against his shoulder as she ground down into the feeling. He does that a few more times, sneaking in a third finger at one point.
“Gotcha yourself all wound up, huh, baby?” Apollo chuckles, fingers twisting suddenly in a way that has Percy tensing up for a moment before he’s back to just thrusting. “Don’t worry we’ll take care of that.
The only response Percy gives is broken moans and fragments of his name as she pants against his neck.
Apollo drives her up to the point of release once more before suddenly pulling his fingers away.
Percy whines, hips grinding down to try to chase her pleasure, but Apollo’s hand is out of reach and she moves her head back to look at him.
She stares up at the god, blinking blearily for a moment and feeling tears escaping the corners of her eyes, from overstimulation or something else she’s not quite sure. All she managed to get after slowly coming down, and catching her breath, was a quiet, “You’re going to ruin me.”
That phrase could mean a lot of things. Any response Apollo could give would mean just as many things. So instead of any real response, he leans down, kissing away the tears that managed to leak out from her eyes. He kisses her again, slow and sweet, sighing into it when her hands come up to cup his face, thumbs brushing over his cheek bones.
He pulls back, looking back at her face, head tilted in question. Percy’s fingers flex and her grip tightens minutely.
“I want you to fuck me, Apollo. Now.” Her confidence is back in full force, and Apollo shudders at the tone of her voice. “No more teasing.” Her head tilts, eyes taking that wide and pleading look, a random thought in the back of his mind thinks he remembers that Piper had dubbed them ‘Baby Seal’ eyes once, as she adds “ Please. ”
Well, now who was Apollo to deny that when she finally stated her wants and asked so prettily?
The kiss he gives her isn’t so much a kiss, with too many teeth and enough pressure to bruise. His hands are wandering over her body, not attempting to tease but make sure she’s back in the full proper mood again.
He’s running hotter than humanly normal, and if he was with a normal mortal, he’s sure it’d be just on this side of burning. But Percy’s not a normal mortal. She’s got the sea in her veins and the hottest things there are volcanic vents. She can take more than many would expect, and she seems to appreciate it given how she melts into him and sighs.
One hand goes down to take himself in hand, making sure he’s properly coated in lube before he’s got one leg hooked over his arm and he looks to her for permission. When she nods, he enters her without much preamble. It takes every ounce of control to not slam down to the hilt, especially when her other leg wraps around his waist, trying to pull him closer.
Apollo stills, trying to give Percy a chance to adjust to his size, but it’s not long before she keens, looking up at him through her lashes “ Apollo .”
And that bit of control snaps, and he starts thrusting in earnest.
His pace picks up quickly, finding a rhythm that has Percy’s fingers digging into back as she tries to pull him even closer.
“Apollo, faster, please, please, please.” Percy’s muttering against his neck, placing a kiss there in between each plea.
Apollo leans in closer, pushing her leg further back and obliges. Thrusting harder and faster into her, grinning when she almost screams when he manages to brush against a spot that had her seeing stars.
He found an angle that managed to hit that spot more consistently and kept up the pace he set as he watched Percy start to unravel.
She’s babbling a broken string of words, mostly pieces of his own name, and it sounds better than any prayer of worship he’s gotten before.
“You’re so good for me. You’re doing so good.” Apollo’s peppering kisses along her face and neck, laying as much praise as she deserves in any way he can. “You feel so good around me. You’re so, so good, Percy. Can’t tell you how much of a treat you are.”
Percy’s tense, teetering on the edge of another release, but not quite reaching it. She almost sobs at the words spilling from Apollo, grinding down to meet his thrusts as she moves a hand up to tangle into his hair, the other scratching down between his shoulder blades.
Apollo hisses lightly at the sensation, and his rhythm falters as he starts chasing after release for both of them. He brings his hand up, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip, watching as her lips part moan. He holds her chin in place, claiming her mouth once more and swallowing each moan and chant of his name that spills from her.
He pulls back after a moment, shushing the whine she gives and reaching down to where they’re connected to rub her clit. “Come on, Percy. Cum for me. I want to see you finish with my dick inside you. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
That’s apparently the tipping point for Percy, as she throws her head back with a cry of his name, ringing clearer than anything else, back arching off the bed, and grip tightening in his hair.
He helps her ride through it, removing his hand from her clit, and moving both to hold onto her hips when both her arms fall away from him to lie above her head, gripping tightly at the sheets.
He takes in the image of her; face flushed, eyes dazed and expression blissed out while her hair is spread out around her head, hands clenching at the sheets.
People would’ve razed cities in the old days for a chance to see a face like that. Hades, he likely would have razed cities himself for that chance.Or perhaps he would’ve stolen her away to somewhere. It makes part of him deeply satisfied knowing that he’s gotten that chance, commits it deep into memory regardless of wherever this whole thing between them ends up.
A more petty and vindictive side of himself is practically drunk on the knowledge that he can name a few other gods that would’ve given almost anything to see that face. He’s almost sad that he likely won’t brag about it if it ever comes out, the old him definitely would have to get a rise out of certain members of his family. But now he’s either calmed enough to not feel the need to do so, or maybe it’s just because it’s Percy , and something about the idea of bragging about bedding her isn’t sitting right.
He feels her leg tighten around him, bringing him out of the musings and when he focuses in on her face again, she keens “ Apollo. ”
He’s finally spilling over himself now, stilling and pressing as deeply into her as he can. He grinds down a few times through the aftershocks before dropping the leg he’d been keeping propped up and leaning down to kiss her once more.
She whimpers into his mouth, hips twitching like she wants to pull away, but not at the same time. Apollo kisses her chastely once in apology before pulling out slowly.
She shudders at the sensation, and she keens when he finally pulls all the way out before laying bonelessly against her mattress.
Apollo wills his erection down and smirks down at the demigod. His eyes trace the star chart of marks he’d left on Percy’s skin; hickeys that led to bruises shaped like his fingers and hands, and the faintest outlines of his teeth scattered around.
He feels as if someone is watching and looks to meet green eyes staring back at him. She cants her head to the side, brow raised in question. “Just admiring the view.” He purrs, self-satisfaction evident in his voice.
It gets a smile and causes her to snort “Dick.”
Apollo’s smirk turns a little vicious, and he leans down, hands coming up to pin her wrists lightly as he presses against her “If you want it again, I’m more than happy to oblige you in that.”
Her eyes widen and she stills just a bit, she holds her breath for a moment, trying to decide what he was going to next. Her face moves into a glare, and removes her hands from his grasp to shove lightly at his shoulders. “Cute, but no thanks.”
“Another time then.” Apollo sits up, moving to help her up, brushing her bangs back and using the touch to help heal some of the tension and exhaustion her body was feeling. “You should get cleaned up.”
Percy groaned, stretching out when she was back on her feet, ignoring how Apollo followed the curve of her back, to look down at her sheets and wrinkle her nose. “I should change those.”
Apollo shooed her in the direction of her bathroom. “I’ll take care of it. You just worry about cleaning yourself up.”
Percy eyes him up for a moment, likely not sure how much she trusts him to do that, but moves on to the bathroom.
Apollo waits until he hears the door shut, and the shower to start before cleaning up. Sheets and discarded clothes are deposited into the laundry basket, and new sheets are placed over the mattress.
He snaps on some clothes more appropriate for lounging, laying back on the bed to look over a notebook where he work shopped songs and put in sketches for later works. He goes over those and adds some new ones until he hears the bathroom door creak open.
He looks up when Percy exits, hair dry and wearing what appears to be nothing more than an oversized t-shirt that comes down to the tops of her thighs.
Apollo’s focusing more on those legs, noting the faintest traces of his marks. When those legs come to stop at the bed, he looked up. Percy looks conflicted, tense in a way that has Apollo concerned. He’s about to ask when she beats him to it.
“Are you… Are you staying the night?” Her voice is even, but the question still feels tentative. Like she’s trying to not let herself get her hopes up or get too disappointed at the answer.
“If you want me to.” Apollo admits before tacking on honestly “Maybe not all of me. I still have to raise the sun after all, but I can leave part of me till you wake up?”
Percy nods at that, tension not entirely melting away but enough gone now, that she climbs into the bed. She shifts until she’s pressed into his side, head tucked under his chin as she twines her legs between his.
They talk about nothing of any substance, idle chatter that tapers as Percy yawns before finally slipping away into sleep.
One of Apollo’s hands is absent-mindedly running hand through her hair, trying not to focus on what-ifs or what the future for this may be.
He cuts a quick glance to some sort of beach picture Percy has on her wall and grimaces slightly.
He can only hope that Poseidon will be slightly mollified by the fact he treated his daughter like a treasure if he ever manages to find out.
Apollo’s eyes drift down to Percy when she gives a contented sigh in her sleep, and amends his thought to ‘when’ Poseidon finds he hopes the sea gods ire wouldn’t be as bad as it could’ve been.
He’d still claim it was worth that risk either way, though.