[ right, slowly. they can do slow. so what if they go mindlessly and without brakes in their everyday lives? this is different, percy tells himself, with his hand under nico's shirt. he feels good. he trembles and percy sucks in a breath. he tries not to think of ways to make nico do that again. the contrast of their temperatures and nico's fingers twisting in his blanket are distracting. they chisel away at his resolve. he's not totally inexperienced. if they're not careful, he knows exactly where this is heading. it's part of the reason his hand's sliding back to his own side. he probably hasn't crossed a line ( he's positive nico would tell him if he had ) but he feels like he might.
if nico keeps looking at him like that, and saying his name like percy's stolen all the air from his lungs, he's not sure what will happen next. ]
Yeah? [ he flashes a lopsided smile, equally as goofy as it is mischievous. this is a side of nico he's never seen before. not so reserved. his walls are still up in some places but they're slipping. it's hard to resist the temptation to keep knocking them down, especially once he recognizes the effect he has on nico. ] Too much?
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if nico keeps looking at him like that, and saying his name like percy's stolen all the air from his lungs, he's not sure what will happen next. ]
Yeah? [ he flashes a lopsided smile, equally as goofy as it is mischievous. this is a side of nico he's never seen before. not so reserved. his walls are still up in some places but they're slipping. it's hard to resist the temptation to keep knocking them down, especially once he recognizes the effect he has on nico. ] Too much?
[ or not enough? ]