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Percy is out for a walk close to the edge of the woods near Whitestone, off to clear his head after a particularly difficult work meeting that made him want to bash his head against the nearest door frame. It was that terrible.
Cass promised she’d finish the rest of the day for him after seeing the stress twitch in his eye returning, and the way that his palm kept lightly smacking against his leg in an effort to not snap at the stupidest people on Tal’dorei.
He kicks at some of the rocks in his path, trying to breathe in, looking out at the woods and wondering what’s out there. The twins, Vex and Vax, had gone out exploring. Vex was doing her rounds, and Vax was tagging along. He was visiting Whitestone for a few weeks after running missions for the Matron.
He’s halfway done with his walk when he sees a portion of softly crumbling rock, and his brows furrow as he steps toward it. It’s just in the back wall, and when he pushes at it, it crumbles inside.
“Oh, bollocks. More repair costs? I’m certain that we had the entire castle renovated…” He pushes at it more despite the small voice in his head telling him he’s causing more damage, but he’s more so wondering how much is ruined.
He keeps pushing at the rocks around until he’s only hitting solid bricks, and he takes a step back to tilt his head at the damage.
‘That’s a security issue. Could someone fit through this? We’d have to cover it up. I can always check…’ There’s a brief moment of worry in his head when clambering through the hole, but he decides to go through with it. Regardless of how smart he is at most times, curiosity and bad ideas do get the best of him sometimes.
He gets halfway through, arms pushing at the rest of the solid rock, but his body won’t budge. His hips are stuck, and they won’t go through. During his teen and early adult years, he’d been lean muscle and far too skinny based on the meager diet he’d been on while poor and a mercenary, but after the Briarwoods died and they’d dealt with the Chroma Conclave and Vecna, he’d settled a little more.
He’d settled more into a bigger diet, one that he’d had growing up, and had started filling out more; Shoulders a little broader, arms bigger, stomach and hips having more pudge. He’s fallen a lot more into luxury. He’s been more relaxed, to say the least.
He tries pulling himself out, but he can’t adjust his shoulders much and his legs can’t find enough give to push at all.
“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, and he looks around to try and call for someone, but he’s looking around at a completely empty and apparently unused hallway, nobody in sight. He kicks again, more out of frustration than trying to help himself.
‘I am… fully stuck. Completely. I underestimated how much I’d be able to fit through.’ He’s resigning himself to his fate, Lord of Whitestone being discovered halfway stuck through a wall with his ass hanging out, most likely discovered by some poor maid or servant running around.
That is when he hears a grunt and grass rustling behind him, a louder thud of boots on grass behind him. They’re walking right near him, and he can hear them stop walking. He tries to pull himself out again, hips wiggling. He prays that they just keep walking, or help him out.
He hangs his head in resignation, and turns to talk a little louder.
“Hello, I— have gotten myself stuck through some very unfortunate circumstances, and it would be wonderful if you could help me out. Really. It would be deeply appreciated,” He tacks that quickly onto his sentence, a hopeful tone in his voice, and the person behind him says nothing, but he can hear their boots moving near him.
“I can pay you too, for your troubles.” A pang of anxiety strikes through him at the silence and he squeezes his eyes shut.
“Really, Freddie, you always manage to get yourself into trouble while we’re gone.” The low voice of Vax comes out from behind him, and he lets out a soft breath of relief, while also managing to be annoyed. He was just standing there without helping at all!
“Are you going to help me or not? And where’s your sister?” He asks, and Vax’s hand slides against his hip, pushing his coat up, and he settles his hand there, taking another step forward. Vax lightly taps the bottom of Percy’s boot, which is just barely brushing against the ground.
“Find the manners you use with all your noble friends first and ask me ‘Oh, Vax, you gorgeous and handsome man, won’t you use your big muscles to help pull me out of this wall?’” Vax teases lightly, leaving Percy to scoff at him, face burning red in the way it does when he gets embarrassed or flustered. “And she went around the proper path. I wanted to take the quickest one. So it’s just us.”
“Oh, wonderful.” Percy’s voice drips with sarcasm, and he rolls his eyes, but he can’t take the slight smile off of his face. What can he say? Vex is hot. And Vax is her twin, so it only makes sense that he would find Vax hot too. They’ve fooled around once or twice, and when Vex had caught Percy with Vax’s tongue halfway down his throat the first time, she shrugged, told them to use protection, and told them to get a new inn room so that she could sleep.
Vax takes a step closer, and Percy shivers when Vax presses himself directly against his ass, other hand settling on his hip. His fingers dip into his pants where his shirt is tucked in, and untucks it out to rub at his skin.
“Are you still offering payment for getting you out of here? If you say no, I’ll take the loss, get you out, and be on my merry little way with a favor from you under my belt,” Vax says, a teasing note in his voice, but he’s offering him a way out. In the undertones of his voice, there’s genuine concern about what he wants and whether or not Percy is okay with this, despite the fact they’ve fucked around.
Percy just smiles and lets out a small breath, trying to wiggle his hips back a bite more. “If you wanted my noble manners, I’d be the pettiest and most passive aggressive bitch on the continent. Payment for a rascal like you can still be discussed. It’s on the table.”
With that, he can hear a low chuckle behind him as Vax presses his hard-on directly against Percy’s ass, armor slightly pressing against him, and Percy whimpers slightly, head hanging. He tries to press his ass back against Vax, letting out a victory laugh when he hears Vax groan.
“Fuck. It’s been too long, Freddie.” Vax playfully squeezes Percy’s ass before reaching around to undo his belt and zipper, hooking his fingers in his pants and boxers and tugging them down, fully exposing his ass. Percy slightly jumps at the cold wind suddenly hitting his skin, biting down on his lower lip.
Vax lightly smacks his ass and Percy jumps, hand flying up to his face to try and hide the strangled moan that comes out. He hits again, a little harder, and Percy bites down on his thumb. Had he still been wanting someone to come looking for him, the noise would’ve been fine. Vax rubs his ass in apology, then lifts a hand off to presumably grab for a small bottle of oil.
Vax fucks when he can. He tends to be prepared with all sorts of odd trinkets he likes to carry.
“Have you been stretching yourself? Fucking yourself down on the dildo I got you when you’re desperate? Vex pegging you when you’ve got a stick up your ass to knock you down a couple of pegs?” Percy moans again, head hanging low.
He pours some of the oil on his fingers and rubs them together, lightly pushing a finger in and being pleasantly surprised at how Percy’s hole tightens around him, and he curls his finger inside of him.
Percy’s hand slaps against the wall and his moan reverberates down the hallway, and briefly double checks that there isn't anyone coming around the corner, face burning red. It hasn’t been too long since he’s last had sex, so it’s not too difficult for Vax to properly stretch him out. His legs kick and toes curl in his boots, and nearly bleeds from how hard he’s biting his lips.
“Yes— yes, I have been..” He strangles out when Vax presses another finger in and scissors them out, pressing against his walls and pulling another groan from his lips.
Vax pauses his hand at that, smacking his ass, and tightly grips his hip, grinding against his ass again. “I’m sorry, I must’ve heard you wrong. Could you repeat that for me?” He adds another finger and moves his other hand to press down on the small of Percy’s back, canting his hips up for him.
“Yes— Yes, sir. Apologies.” He can’t stop the small little noises escaping him now, too busy trying to press against the wall for some sort of leverage.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers out and Percy’s head is pleasantly fuzzy when he realizes that this means he’s about to get fucked, and from the sore spots on his hips, Vax desperately needs this.
“Vax, please— oh—” His words get cut off into a long, drawn out whine when Vax starts pushing into him, pushing his ass apart to stare at the slide in. His hands press into the soft and plush skin, and Percy is almost certain he’ll be able to spot hand-shaped bruise marks on his ass, and be unable to sit properly in meetings for weeks.
Vax groans behind him, and being unable to grip onto anything is driving Percy insane. His legs are just barely touching the ground, and they won’t stop twitching. He’s scrabbling at the stones, head fuzzy with the pleasure of being filled, and Vax reassuringly rubs his hip.
“Freddie, you’ve— hah— gotta stop clenching around me. Can’t move at all when you’re squeezing me to death.” Percy whispers a soft sorry and tries to relax, taking a deep breath. It’s not easy when it feels like Vax is in his guts, cock thick and pressing against his walls just right.
When Vax starts moving, Percy can’t do anything but take it, loud whines and moans echoing through the hallway, head hanging low and jaw unable to close. Vax sets a merciless pace, his pre-cum making the slide easier each time, Percy’s pretty little fuckhole squelching everytime he presses his cock in and out.
“Fuck, Vax, please— oh, nngh! Vax!” He can’t control his volume anymore, nearly sobbing from the pleasure, and his mind whites out briefly while he cums, splattering against the rough stone wall.
Vax pounds into him, gripping his hips, and he takes the opportunity of Percy cumming to grab at one of his legs, lifting it up and driving forward for a better angle. It has him seeing stars, legs twitching as his eyes roll up.
“Wish I could see that— that pretty face… Gods, you always look so gorgeous when cumming your brains out. I bet you’re drooling all over yourself. What would your citizens say if they saw you? Stuck like this with your ass hanging out for the taking? Whore of Whitestone.” The nickname has him reeling, whimpering while his body manages to twist, and Vax throws his leg over his shoulder.
“Fucking hells. Fuck— You feel so good around me. Taking me so well. You’d just love to have your hole filled like this all the time, wouldn’t you? Brainless and pleasured.” Vax can’t stop himself from mumbling, and Percy wraps his other leg around his waist, heel digging into his back to draw him in, and Vax lets out a low shout.
His dick grinds directly into Percy’s prostate, and he throws his head back, unable to think of really anything but the feeling of Vax inside of him. He lets out a little mewl, cock spurting out more cum as his body tugs him to the brink again.
“Fill me, fill me, fuck, Vaxi, please, please, make me your whore of Whitestone, fill me up—” He begs, leg tightening around him, and Vax squeezes his ass as he lets out a final low groan, cum slowly filling him up, and Percy just pants.
Vax presses a kiss to Percy’s knee and slowly pulls out, taking a moment to savor the sight of his cum dripping from his thighs and from his hole, legs lightly trembling and twitching. He softly smacks Percy’s ass again before tilting his head.
“Percy,” he asks, voice drawling and low, almost as if coming to a realization. “Did you not try to turn your body?”
“I— I swear, I did.”
Vax hums under his breath and pulls out a rag to softly clean Percy up, and while curious, he’s not interested in knowing exactly where he got it from.
“Maybe the rocks came loose while we were, um—”
“While we were fucking, Freddie, you can say it.” His hands wrap around his hips again, and with a slight bit of pressure, tugs Percy right out of the hole and catches him when he nearly falls flat on his ass.
Percy quickly tries to wipe some of the drool off of his face when greeted with the sight of Vax, still reeling from the whole encounter, brain still fuzzy and soft. He gets a grin and a smirk, earning a kiss on his cheek and jaw.
“There you go, handsome. Now let’s get you home, and get this wall fixed up.”
“Later. I want round two.”
“Patience, Percival. We have time.”