thin sheen of sweat at his hairline, calloused digits digging into cotton sheets — he's certain the fabric has been ripped by now, the headboard pounding against thin walls doing no better at hiding their activities than the buried groans lodged in his throat. half - lidded and hazy as ocean discs land on obsidian tresses cascading over rippling shoulders, attention greedy as he drinks in the sight of creviced muscles, down to where that knot formed his core has been tightening and tightening with every cruel, drawn - out thrust.
Id love to test how much food you can fit inside that stomach of yours, i bet youd be greedy… or maybe you would beg me to stop forcing food down your throat… both would be nice hah…
I have a very large appetite, darling. My figure is very deceiving of that. It would take a long while for me to beg you to stop…heh.~
I want to feel your bones corrode with mine
Close to mine
Grind against you like I wanna get inside
Ooh, it's just the way that you move, honey
I don't know what I would do, if you were to refuse my love
Am I alone here? Am I alone here?
I've waited all this time, just to let you know
How I feel, who I am, what I need, what I need
Oh, and if you've got a thing for control
You've got me, you've got me...
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I can't remember how much of this is implied canon or my own interpretation, but I fully believed that Chiron recognized Percy was a son of Poseidon from the fountain incident with Nancy Bobofit, knew that a child of the Big Three being claimed would be a total shit show, and simply chose not to say a word about it
… im glad you didnt react how i thought you would thank fuck
But… um… i hate to put you on the spot here
You seem to have a thing for stomachs? Specifcally yours… you mentioned you liked eggpreg because of the way it expands ones belly
Not that its a bad thing… just and observation… fuck what id give to see you stuffed full with food
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Well u-uh…stomachs are…a..hem..
Oh fuck it. Why don’t you come over here and feed me then, hmm? Buy me a nice meal and feed it to me even if you want. Maybe that’s what your perverted ass wants.~
Percy seeing an old satyr that is a completely different race than his best friend and saying with his whole chest “Man, Grover got really old” is the FUNNIEST FUCKING THING IN THIS EPISODE FIGHT ME I AM RIGHT