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A/N: This drabble is based off the dream Percy and Marcus have while their minds are joined in SS&CB. I'm writing a full lemon for that scene, but obviously it won't be posted here.
Exactly 100 words…
Cupid's Bow
It wasn't real. He knew that from the beginning. Humid flesh sticking, arching, throbbing, bucking, rolling, moving – moving, moving together and apart along with his sanity. Every one of his nerves sang out, quivering. He compared it to Cupid's bow string, but even his imagination knew better. Their tongues battled in a feral attempt at gaining control. And they peaked. There was more fluid than he had anticipated… and he had anticipated this more than he cared to admit. But it wasn't real.
Even though it wasn't real Percy couldn't look Marcus in the eye. Because he knew Marcus knew.