#hellooooooo sailor

SCREAMING

It had been a long & grueling night. Not that what he was working on was particularly difficult, but there were other hurdles he was trying to jump. He had a paper due in precisely twenty-three hours & had only started on it the day before. It was true, Percy had pushed through the task with near unbreakable concentration... but that had left him agitated & more caffeinated than what was reasonable. Molly had been trying to drag him away from his desk. they seemed to zero in on the tension in his shoulders, the unforgiving tapping of his foot. It made Percy a viable target to poke & prod at. Percy's patience was bleeding out with every stunt they pulled from their very thick book of tricks & Percy was beginning to feel his tolerance slip through his fingers.

It had started with a few light kisses in passing, lingering moments where Molly would pass by & drift their fingers along his back. It was too intentional, frustrating in the way of want. Percy wanted nothing more than to lift his gaze & follow Mollymauk to the kitchen, come up behind them & hold him. Kiss him. Touch him. But the faster he got done, the faster he could achieve such bliss. His hand was smeared with graphite, he worked better on paper... he still had to type it all up by the end of it all.

There was too much work to be done for so little time. Light kisses had escalated into Molly's arms finding a place around Percy. They stood behind him, asking half-baked questions about his work while they made their true intentions clear. The palms of their hands drifted under his half-buttoned shirt too slowly, with too much intention. There was something about molly's breath on the back of their neck that made Percy's hair stand on end. that focus was beginning to break & he had so much work to do, too much work to do. He tries to swat them away, even as he misses Mollymauk's embrace.

" Molly, I don't have the time..."His objection is not quite genuine, craving the very embrace he is being gifted. Percy knows he shouldn't be surprised when his gentle warning is taken as a dare. With new determination in their eyes, Mollymauk crawls into Percy's lap. he steadies himself by wrapping his arms around Percy's shoulders & Percy cannot look away.

His brows lift into an exaggerated expression of agitation & he opens his mouth to protest but.... he is not quick enough. He feels sharp teeth sink onto the flesh of his neck & the tension melts from Percy's shoulders. In fact, he cannot help but place his hands on the strong thighs that now pin him to his chair. the welcoming touch acts as an invitation for them to bite harder now, dragging a groan from Percy's throat. He jerks his head back, wordlessly begging Molly to bite him again.

His previous focus was gone, now shifting to something else entirely. Someone more pressing than graphite on paper. He holds their thighs too tightly, his grip relentless as Molly's determination.He needs to hold them... touch them. A well of desire had been left unattended to since they had begun their terrible teasing & the contact of teeth to skin seems to break the metaphorical dam. It was an entirely unfair move, Percy muses... though he is hardly complaining. He presses his lips to theirs, trying not to seem as desperate for their embrace as he feels. His whole body is wonderfully hot, now that he has them in his arms he needs more.