I'm uh. I taste like salt apparently? I don't actually know if I'm a good kisser or not.
(He hasn't ever explicitly asked anyone. No one seemed to have any complaints but Percy's got no clue if he's good or bad at any one thing when it came to sex.
He makes a low whine when his nose if flicked and gives Gyro a glare without any heat in it whatsoever.)
Gee, thanks. I do have the will to get there. I just don't want to get there with like fifty different people. It seems like even that's discouraged here though. I mean, I get it, everyone here is anti-monogamy or whatever but I still want to at least like and know the people I mess around with.
(And that was sort of another part of the problem. Percy didn't completely mind the idea of this whole...sex thing. He was a sixteen year old boy, okay, no one had to actually convince him that getting head was something he wanted. He definitely wanted it- I mean seriously. It was just. He really didn't want to actually sleep around. He had no interest in it. Maybe a couple partners but it went against his instinct to just have one person. He knew it was pointless as all hell to hope for that here but he didn't want to just. Practice all over the place with anyone willing. That...wasn't the type of person he was ever going to be.
The only time he really would wind up like that was when aphrodisiacs got into his system. Point is though - Percy didn't really want to wave his ass in the air.
Yeeeah that would be a mood killer for anyone.
The compliment has him turning a little redder but he does smile. Did Gyro seriously think that? Percy stores that away for a later date though he had a hunch maybe that was something more for if he wanted to seduce someone into fucking him rather than seducing someone into taking it from him.)
Skin tight shorts. Got it. Not gonna lie, I've never really had the money to buy fancy clothes before so I guess it wouldn't kill to broaden my horizon outside of jeans and t-shirts.
(At least every now and then.
Percy makes a quiet sound as he's tugged forward and he smirks a bit, enjoying the closeness and the raw, masculine scent of Gyro. Percy just smells like the ocean. Pure and simple. Not like he spent the day at the ocean but literally like he was the ocean. That perfect seabreeze scent.)
Oh, God, no. Don't be such a perv.
(But Percy is grinning so he's clearly not actually bothered at all. Maybe another time when he was more confident, it'd be kind of hot, but right then it just struck him as outrageous and funny. He presses his body up against Gyro's, their hips aligning comfortably and his toes lifting him up from the balls of his feet. He slides a hand into Gyro's long hair, twisting some of it around his fingers.)
Sooo, do I get to kiss you yet or are you still working on the mood thing? Cause I'm pretty in the mood.
(He was also, once again, a teenager. The wind hitting his dick just right could get him in the mood.)
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(He hasn't ever explicitly asked anyone. No one seemed to have any complaints but Percy's got no clue if he's good or bad at any one thing when it came to sex.
He makes a low whine when his nose if flicked and gives Gyro a glare without any heat in it whatsoever.)
Gee, thanks. I do have the will to get there. I just don't want to get there with like fifty different people. It seems like even that's discouraged here though. I mean, I get it, everyone here is anti-monogamy or whatever but I still want to at least like and know the people I mess around with.
(And that was sort of another part of the problem. Percy didn't completely mind the idea of this whole...sex thing. He was a sixteen year old boy, okay, no one had to actually convince him that getting head was something he wanted. He definitely wanted it- I mean seriously. It was just. He really didn't want to actually sleep around. He had no interest in it. Maybe a couple partners but it went against his instinct to just have one person. He knew it was pointless as all hell to hope for that here but he didn't want to just. Practice all over the place with anyone willing. That...wasn't the type of person he was ever going to be.
The only time he really would wind up like that was when aphrodisiacs got into his system. Point is though - Percy didn't really want to wave his ass in the air.
Yeeeah that would be a mood killer for anyone.
The compliment has him turning a little redder but he does smile. Did Gyro seriously think that? Percy stores that away for a later date though he had a hunch maybe that was something more for if he wanted to seduce someone into fucking him rather than seducing someone into taking it from him.)
Skin tight shorts. Got it. Not gonna lie, I've never really had the money to buy fancy clothes before so I guess it wouldn't kill to broaden my horizon outside of jeans and t-shirts.
(At least every now and then.
Percy makes a quiet sound as he's tugged forward and he smirks a bit, enjoying the closeness and the raw, masculine scent of Gyro. Percy just smells like the ocean. Pure and simple. Not like he spent the day at the ocean but literally like he was the ocean. That perfect seabreeze scent.)
Oh, God, no. Don't be such a perv.
(But Percy is grinning so he's clearly not actually bothered at all. Maybe another time when he was more confident, it'd be kind of hot, but right then it just struck him as outrageous and funny. He presses his body up against Gyro's, their hips aligning comfortably and his toes lifting him up from the balls of his feet. He slides a hand into Gyro's long hair, twisting some of it around his fingers.)
Sooo, do I get to kiss you yet or are you still working on the mood thing? Cause I'm pretty in the mood.
(He was also, once again, a teenager. The wind hitting his dick just right could get him in the mood.)