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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ 18+

the rain patters against the glass of the windows. pouring, falling in plethoras. despite the coldness of the autumn weather outside, it’s awfully warm inside the cabin, presumably because you had started a fire to warm you up once you had arrived back. it crackles gently in the background, a soothing noise.

your blouse lays scattered over the wooden floor, followed closely by the remainders of both your clothes and your boyfriend’s, leaving each slick body against the other molded perfectly into one.

alongside the soft sound of crackling fire, your light moans reverberate through the cabin from wall to wall. your hips mouth in a rhythmic pattern, arching into percy’s cock to further accommodate it to slide into your velvety walls. though it aches from the relentlessness of the movements.

you dig your nails into the skin of his back, leaving marks for remembrance tomorrow. his head tucks into your neck, lips tracing over prior marks from earlier, raven hair tickling the skin of your jaw.

you bite your lip to hopefully stifle the absentminded giggles this elicits. though this doesn’t successfully help entirely.

your voice falls in a murmur/pant, “perce…”

in response you earn an open mouthed kiss behind your ear. a shiver runs through your spine at this.

lazily, you tangle your hands through his hair— soft over your fingers, most likely smelling like salt water. you let your head fall back onto the pillow, easily giving him more room to move along the hollow of your throat as each kiss deepens.

his name falls again from your lips without notice, arching your back only slightly off the bed to fit him farther inside of you, you crave the pain by now. with this, you additionally tug his pretty hair.

and you’re happy to find that as soon as you do this, his pace quickens, thrusting swifter inside and outside of you, you happily pull him closer down to you, his bare chest falling against yours.

the rain continuously falls from the fluffy clouds above, tapping the cabin windows still after hours. and you forget all of that as you’re in such a position as this, mind too fuzzy to process a coherent thought.

and even so as percy places feather-like kisses, now, to your bare skin, reducing you to a schoolgirl like nature. though as always when he is near.