[ this time, when percy draws him in for the kiss, nico can taste the way percy seems to have accepted this, even wants this in the way of a slow burn. like the son of the sea, nico is acutely aware how little clothes either of them wearing. his own thin pajama pants won't hide much if this continues too far. even the comforter between them will make little difference. but nico doesn't care. percy is kissing him because he wants to kiss him. and nico couldn't be happier.
nico neither lifts a hand nor tries to stop percy. he doesn't pull away but leans in, closer, wanting to presses himself against percy as his lips part. it's silent in the room save for the slow pressing of mouths and in nico's ears, it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. one of his hands reaches out to find percy's jaw, slides along it to curl fingers in the hair at percy's nape. there he holds, almost but not quite desperately. how long will this last, he wonders. before percy changes his mind, before annabeth comes back? how much time will he have with percy before it all comes crashing down as everything always does for him.
he can't let himself think about it much. not when percy's warm mouth is insistently pressed against his own. there's something different this time, at least. as if something in percy has changed and nico wants to explore it more.
eventually a quiet noise escapes him. a little needy and a little low. it's the sound of want. nico wants to pour himself over percy, feel the flame of desire burn through his veins. but that's too fast. keep it slow, he tells himself. keep it natural and let percy guide them however percy wants. ]
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nico neither lifts a hand nor tries to stop percy. he doesn't pull away but leans in, closer, wanting to presses himself against percy as his lips part. it's silent in the room save for the slow pressing of mouths and in nico's ears, it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. one of his hands reaches out to find percy's jaw, slides along it to curl fingers in the hair at percy's nape. there he holds, almost but not quite desperately. how long will this last, he wonders. before percy changes his mind, before annabeth comes back? how much time will he have with percy before it all comes crashing down as everything always does for him.
he can't let himself think about it much. not when percy's warm mouth is insistently pressed against his own. there's something different this time, at least. as if something in percy has changed and nico wants to explore it more.
eventually a quiet noise escapes him. a little needy and a little low. it's the sound of want. nico wants to pour himself over percy, feel the flame of desire burn through his veins. but that's too fast. keep it slow, he tells himself. keep it natural and let percy guide them however percy wants. ]