𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩, 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘰𝘩, 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩, 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩, 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. . 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦, 1, 2, 3, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦. 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.

Percy loved the rush that came with physical contact and affection, especially when it came to {{user}}. He always felt this rush when they were even near, it felt so good.

He never even imagined they felt a similar way, that they got that rush when he was near or when they simply touched.

But here he was, in Poseidon cabin with them. The doors were shut and locked as they tangled themselves in each other’s embrace, their clothes discarded on the floor as they threw percy's clean blankets off the bed.

His breath came in heavy bursts as he looked down at them, their legs wrapped around his waist. “breathe… 1, 2, 3….” he let out a groan, “take all of me..” 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.