[ percy, likewise, tastes like adrenaline and warning and the freshness of the sea. it sits on nico's tongue, exhilarating and breath taking. he could drown alone in just the slow passing of their lips and die quite happy. but then percy is deepening the kiss, their tongues meet, and nico is lost in the thrill of being pressed so close. nico doesn't need percy's hunger or his desperation because the touch is enough to anchor him and make him sink in against the other demigod. the hand at percy's nape slides forward to cup against his neck and nico can feel the thrum of percy's pulse under his palm.
and then percy's hand is on his thigh, brushing warm and callused fingers against the fabric of his pj pants. his breath catches, breath hitching, and he wishes desperately that he had put on shorts instead of the flannel pants that had been within reach. if he'd gone with shorts, he'd be able to feel percy even more. he wants to feel every part of percy. wants to be so close that their bones blend and he can no longer tell himself apart from the son of the sea. then, maybe, nico would feel the completion in his soul that he's always sought.
slowly, though. slowly.
percy's hand moves again and this time, warm skin brushes against the coolness of nico's abdomen. the muscles of his stomach tense under the sensation and he shudders as another noise escapes him. percy has his lower lip caught and all he can do is dig fingers into the bedding at their side as he tries to grasp the enormity of the situation. only, that's hard to do with the blue light of percy's room reflecting off green eyes, making them look like the depths of the sea off the mediterranean coast.
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and then percy's hand is on his thigh, brushing warm and callused fingers against the fabric of his pj pants. his breath catches, breath hitching, and he wishes desperately that he had put on shorts instead of the flannel pants that had been within reach. if he'd gone with shorts, he'd be able to feel percy even more. he wants to feel every part of percy. wants to be so close that their bones blend and he can no longer tell himself apart from the son of the sea. then, maybe, nico would feel the completion in his soul that he's always sought.
slowly, though. slowly.
percy's hand moves again and this time, warm skin brushes against the coolness of nico's abdomen. the muscles of his stomach tense under the sensation and he shudders as another noise escapes him. percy has his lower lip caught and all he can do is dig fingers into the bedding at their side as he tries to grasp the enormity of the situation. only, that's hard to do with the blue light of percy's room reflecting off green eyes, making them look like the depths of the sea off the mediterranean coast.
he can't breathe. ]
Percy...