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[ it takes a little longer for nico's own orgasm to subside, the shaking and trembling making him tighten and release around loki. the rush still sings in his veins, making him feel like jello and the best part is, loki can probably go another round.

as the pounding, rushing sound in his ears begins to fade, he releases a shaky breath of his own. if he'd knowing that making love to a god would have this much of an affect on him, he'd probably have done it sooner, though perhaps probably not with any of the gods of his family. with loki, it's perfect. loki makes him feel wanted and needed, plus always makes him come when they touch. the way loki makes him feel is a bit delirious, but in the best way possible, and nico never wants to lose this. ]

Loki-

[ still breathless, he presses a kiss to the corner of loki's mouth, small and kittenish, and then squirms a little atop the cock still buried inside him. ]

You're amazing...

[ slowly, very slowly, nico leaned up enough to wrap his free arm around vex's neck. it was a loose hold because of their clasped hands, but it still conveyed nico's message. over time, he's seen so many different facets of vex, come to know the fae on intimate levels of both the physical and emotional. knowing that vex was willing to open up to him meant a great deal especially when nico knew that vex probably struggled with trust and acceptance like he did. in some ways, the relationship reminded nico a lot of his relationship with reyna avila ramírez-arellano. certainly, there were a lot of differences between vex and the young praetor of new rome, but the way walls had slowly come down before nico seemed very similar. and just like with reyna, nico wanted to express how much he appreciated the trust. ]

Some of these things... they have have to be shared. Keeping them inside and never using one's voice— That's the fastest route to Asphodel. And sometimes I think that Asphodel is worse than even the Fields of Punishment.

[ he gave vex a slight squeeze before pulling away again, never straying too far. ]

Your son should be fine. And so will you.

[ He loves to kiss him. Like an icy breath after exiting a stuffy room, Nico's mouth smooching sweetly at the corner of Loki's own is a relief he can't begin to describe; so he doesn't.

Loki slides sideways and flops on the couch, bracing a boot against the armrest as he continues to fuck Nico without relent. Never too hard or unforgiving, just enough to be steady and work his own come out of the demigod with lewd, slick noises, skin slapping skin. A hand guides the dip in Nico's spine to indent with the help of gravity so that every thrust can rub his sweet spot raw while Loki kisses his name off swollen lips.

May as well make the most of his persistent erection. ]

You're cute.

Oi, c'mere...

[ Despite the fact that Nico stayed near, he wasn't close enough for Vex's liking. So, if Nico allowed him to, he would wind an arm around his waist and pull him over so the demigod could straddle his lap.

There was only Nico's trunks separating them, which would normally send a rush of excitement through Vex, but he wasn't feeling 'up' for it at that moment, he just wanted to hold him tight and rest his cheek against the side of his head. It had a disadvantage in that they were no longer holding hands, but hanging onto each other completely was more important to Vex right now. ]

Me? Nah. There's a place reserved in the worst spot in Tartarus with my name on it, I'm sure of that. But I figured the way to avoid that fate is not to die, yeah? I've been pretty good about that so far. Might ask the reps for true immortality when I get back, even.

[ by this stage, as usual, there's little nico can do but ride out the sensations as he's fucked. the persistent hardness rocking so deep inside him, ever hitting his prostate, ensures that he never stops trembling from a combination of arousal and pleasure. were he a regular mortal, he might have passed out by now, exhaustion tugging at his senses. as it is, his body is half godly and it's this part of him that keeps him from losing consciousness and even allows him to continue responding. being young also helps, meaning his stamina, while not the stamina of a god, is certainly enough to keep up for now.

and he does, though he's grateful that loki has brought them to a laying position, because that means loki is doing most of the work. occasionally, he does grind back, ensuring both loki's cock and balls are stimulated as their bodies meet. ever grinding back so that while loki is doing most of the work, nico isn't laying there like a fish (he's never been the type to let someone do everything for him). eventually, it's all enough to get him hard again, but clearly not as hard as before. of course, this is only the second time he's been taken tonight, unlike the first night they'd made love, but the events of the past couple of days have been a burden, leaving him feeling the exhaustion seeping into his bones. ]

Gods- Do, uhn- Do I feel good?

And we have these things if we can't figure it out. [ he points out, pulling his device briefly out of his pocket and shaking it twice in his hand. it's not really the equivalent of a search engine but worst case scenario? they ask the network to rescue them from the pancake massacre the kitchen may become. he sets it face down on the counter - within an arm's reach should they need it but not necessarily something he needs to be checking at all times.

as Nico goes about gathering dry and wet ingredients, Percy starts opening drawers in search of a fork or a whisk, whatever they happen to have on hand. and measuring cups! those are probably important. he's not about to pretend he can eyeball anything or that he has the perfect pinch.. whatever that means. he's never been pinched and thought to himself, wow, yup, that one's perfect! but hey, he doesn't write recipe cards for a living either.

he tries pretty hard not to make a big deal out of confessions like that because he knows they can't be easy for Nico. this time of year, admitting that out loud, not having Bi- Hazel. forget it. who's he kidding? not having family sucks. he can say that, here, when the closest thing he has to family are the only three people he knows from home. he doesn't know what to say. ]

Yeah. [ he knows. it's never been a huge concern until now, but he must've known. what did he think Nico was doing out there in the world on his own? ] What made you want to?

[ once the ingriedients are gathered and set out before them, he gives a look over the items percy's brought out. everything appears to be in order, as far as he knows, and that's a good enough place to start. he's busy thinking about what step to take next when percy's question registers and at first, he doesn't know how to respond.

slowly, his gaze lifts to percy's eyes. so often he thinks of them as sea-green, but to be honest, the sea is so many colors between slate grey and dark blue that "sea-green" doesn't seem adequate. percy's eyes are the color of the ocean on a day when there's not a cloud in the sky and the waters are warm, lapping off the shore of some tropical island. which is a bit strange to think when he can't seem to picture percy outside of new york or new rome. it's a thought he has to shake away before he gets to caught up in his head.

so he turns to the device percy's set down and dances his fingers across the surface, calling up a seemingly easy recipe for pancake batter and then moves towards the large bowl that's been set out. ]

I guess... because I felt that- that maybe I wouldn't be alone this time. Besides, Will would get ticked off at me if I sat in my room by myself.

[ and nico was content to merely rest in vex's embrace, nuzzle into the crook of the mesmer's neck and release a slow sigh as his arms wound around vex's neck and shoulders. this was certainly not about sex or arousal. it was about comforting a loved one and nico was more than willing to oblige. ]

You don't know that, Vex. I... I've seen Tartarus' true form. It's not something I would wish on my worst enemies.

[ nico was glad for the embrace at that moment; glad that vex would not be able to see the haunted look that came into his obsidian-dark eyes. ]

The things you did to survive... All of that is in the past. The judges of the Underworld do not decide based on one portion of a person's life alone. You still have plenty of time to make up for the things you have done.

[ leaning back a fraction, nico brought their foreheads together. there was still a bit of a fractured look in his eyes, but there was also a glint of determination. when he spoke again, it was with the kind of determination that comes from one who has walked through the horrors of the worst hells and lived through it without losing everything. ]

I know you can make your life one worthy of the Fields of Elysium.

[ in the quiet moments that it takes Nico to decide on an answer, he wonders if he's yet again overstepped his boundaries. maybe he has. it's not really any of his business why Nico wants to celebrate Christmas and he isn't under any obligation to answer Percy. it just seems safer than asking why he hasn't celebrated it in forever because the answer is semi-obvious and it'd probably do more harm than good. he stops himself from saying nevermind out loud by reaching for the bag of flour and opening it up, doing his best not to cover the entire counter in it.

he's partially successful. ]

Newsflash: he's not the only one that would be mad. But I think you know that already. From what I can tell, you've made a lot of friends here. [ not being alone goes with the territory. friends don't let that happen. if he needs Percy to reconfirm that he's not alone when he's already standing in the kitchen with him, ready to make blue pancakes ( a tradition that he shares with his mom ), then he's going to have to say so because Percy thinks he already gets it. ]

[ partially successful and yet there's still a fine dusting that settles in nico's dark hair as the bag poofs when opened. it's to be expected, though. two teenage boys trying to cook for themselves is likely to lead to some kind of mess. nico just wishes it hadn't landed in his hair. oh well.

giving his head and hair a shake, unsettling the flour, he lifts a hand to shake the rest out and then reaches across the counter for one of the measuring cups. ]

Here. It says to sift one and a half cups of flour into the bowl. [ and while percy does (or doesn't) do that, he begins shifting through the spoons to find the right size for the baking powder and salt. ] Yeah, I know. I mean there are people who like me, surprisingly. It's still weird that people actually want me around. But it's just... different when it's Christmas, I guess. Kind of reminds me of that time I stopped by and you shared your blue birthday cake with me. It's something... more.

[ intimate, he'd say. but doesn't think it's the right word to use. it might make things a bit awkward and at the moment, there's almost a sense of comfort between them that he doesn't want to disturb. ]

Oops. [ points to Nico for not retaliating and starting a full on flour war. Percy attempts a guilty look but he's mostly trying not to laugh. he takes the measuring cups out of Nico's hand as instructed and makes an even bigger mess trying to sift it into the cup and then pours it into the bowl. right. "sifting." he's good at this. he has this so down that he could do this with a blindfold on. it's only after he has the whole amount in the bowl they're using that he stares at Nico really hard, eyebrows raised, totally unimpressed with his doom and gloom act. ]

Seriously? [ come on! ] Get used to it.

[ maybe it's rude, reacting like that when Nico's opening up to him about insecurities but Percy doesn't see why he still feels that way. ]

Being a son of Hades will push people away if you let it and it did for awhile, but only because you never let anyone in. Now that you are, it's not really that surprising that you have people that want to be around you. That's what friends do. They like being in each other's company. [ Christmas and birthdays are different. days that are reserved for close friends and family. he knows exactly what Nico's trying to put into words. ] And you'll always have Hazel, Frank, Jason, Reyna, Will, Annabeth and I for the rest of it. Everyone else too, if you gave them the time.

I know love, I know, but let's be honest, yeah? I don't plan to make up for what I've done. Redemption isn't a good look on me, and no one would believe it anyway.

[ No one outside of Eudio, that is. Somehow, he lucked out with these special people who cared about him, such as the beautiful demigod in his arms. And when he said that...

I know you can make your life one worthy of the Fields of Elysium.

Vex almost whimpered as he tilted his head, so their lips met. His kiss was desperate, not with lust or passion, but with an intense need to be loved by someone who had faith in him. So few did, and when he was presented with it, he had to leap upon the opportunity.

Or else he might cry, and he'd cried out all of his tears a long time ago. ]

[ careful, percy. don't tempt him. and nico isn't really in the mood to clean up a huge mess on christmas day. but that doesn't mean he doesn't scowl at the son of poseidon, glaring at him for laughing. this is followed by a sigh as percy manages to cover the counter in the dry ingredients. what ever gave him the idea that percy could be capable of something so simple without causing problems?

reaching over again, he uses a mixing spoon to make a well in the center of the flour mixture, nudging percy out of the way with his hip as he does. then, he gestures at the eggs, milk, and oil with the spoon. ] Measure those and then we're going to pour them in the dry mixture.

[ he's still frowning as percy continues, calling him out for the same behavior for which will tends to admonish him. he doesn't even try to look ashamed because by now, he knows that part of the reason people avoided him was because he made the effort to stay distant. of course, the insecurity is still there, but he likes to think he's gotten a little better.

that doesn't mean he's over all his worries, though. for so long, he questioned himself and his feelings that it kind of lingers. ] There were times when you didn't want to be around me, you know. But now you do and I'm just... still getting used to it. Like with other people too.

[ for a few seconds he chews his lower lip and then scrunches his nose. ] I don't know. I miss the others, but... this is nice too.

[ once more, nico was familiar with the emotion vex was experiencing. for so long, he'd felt so empty and so alone, unloved and distrusted, and most of all, unwanted. he'd believed he was nothing more than the dirt under people's feet, was nothing more than something covered in sewage and blood due to his heritage and his sexuality. it had taken others, people who would become his friends, to make him see he wasn't any of those things. that he was loved, respected, and trusted. and that people wanted him around. jason, reyna, will... even percy. they'd all shown him what it meant to be accepted. recognizing it in vex, he also understand how much vex needed this.

so he didn't hesitate kissing back and wrapping his arms completely around the fae. his hands settled in dark hair before dragging down vex's features and he quickly took control of the kiss in order to press as much desire and affection into it as possible. to say without words what vex needed to hear. ]