Hello, this is just a very short Pernico drabble that I felt the need to write. This is the first time I've written fanfiction for the PJO fandom and actually, the first time I've written slash. Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus series. I am merely borrowing two of the main characters. I will not make a profit.
His cabin is dark and shrouded in shadows. The black cotton sheets are cool on our heated skin. Our bodies are slick with sweat. I am thrusting into his tight heat with strength I didn't know I possessed. With each thrust we both get closer. As he rocks against me, little gasps escape his mouth. Occasionally, broken sentences of Italian escape his lips. Italian, the language of love, I cannot comprehend. I don't care what he's saying, all I know is he sounds beautiful when he's falling apart in the most delicious way possible. The moonlight is shining through from the one open window in his cabin. It falls only directly on his face and holy hades, he is stunning. His eyes are closed with dark lashes standing out against his ivory skin, dark eyebrows are drawn together. His forehead is high and his nose is thin, long, and elegant. He's grown into it nicely. His dark messy locks are sweaty, bangs sticking to his forehead. Pale pink lips are parted in pleasure. I plant a gentle kiss on a sharp cheek bone and continue kissing to a strong jaw. He is the child of death, but no one else has ever made me feel so alive.