[ percy has done this with annabeth. they've gone farther than heavy petting and making out on a bed, but he's never going to bring that up to nico unprompted. he knows that nico has been with other people too, that they're more experienced than percy himself is. those thoughts hang over him as well. he does his best to hold them at bay because he's not using nico as a replacement any more than nico is using him. this is where he wants to be, he realizes, and just one person he wants to be intimate with. it's a struggle for him to expand that beyond annabeth and nico and he's hoping he doesn't have to find out if he has that capability inside him. he doesn't know what it means ( what they mean to each other now ) but he goes with it in the only way he knows how - he keeps moving forward.
he whimpers and percy swallows it, feels it creep down his spine in a rush of heat, conscious of how fast sating a curiosity ( and wanting to be comforted ) can change into hunger. you can handle this, he reminds himself. maybe he can't. maybe this is his undoing. he likes how nico feels underneath him a little too much, how he grants percy the intensity in their kiss that he's starting to need ( instead of just wanting it. ) he hopes the groan that pours out of him isn't as loud as it seems to him in the quiet of the apartment they all share.
some part of him doesn't care if it's deafening, if it's the only audible noise in the entire city while the rest of the world sleeps. the stud on nico's tongue is a stark reminder of who he's with ( as if he could simply forget ) when he brushes his tongue against nico's to taste him again. he doesn't pull away at the unfamiliar sensation of the stud this time. up until kissing nico, he never would have thought he was into piercings all that much or that they made a difference. it's actually sort of hot, or maybe that's the intrusive i wonder where else that stud would feel good that pops into the back of his mind. sooner rather than later ( because he has zero chill and less and less of a want to control himself ), he shifts his hips to try and get more comfortable and gets the friction he swears he isn't searching for with a roll of his hips.
he gasps into nico's mouth ( pull back, pull back, pull back ) and tries to give it his best passing effort that he isn't chasing after more than this, more than their tongues brushing together and being with him. ]
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he whimpers and percy swallows it, feels it creep down his spine in a rush of heat, conscious of how fast sating a curiosity ( and wanting to be comforted ) can change into hunger. you can handle this, he reminds himself. maybe he can't. maybe this is his undoing. he likes how nico feels underneath him a little too much, how he grants percy the intensity in their kiss that he's starting to need ( instead of just wanting it. ) he hopes the groan that pours out of him isn't as loud as it seems to him in the quiet of the apartment they all share.
some part of him doesn't care if it's deafening, if it's the only audible noise in the entire city while the rest of the world sleeps. the stud on nico's tongue is a stark reminder of who he's with ( as if he could simply forget ) when he brushes his tongue against nico's to taste him again. he doesn't pull away at the unfamiliar sensation of the stud this time. up until kissing nico, he never would have thought he was into piercings all that much or that they made a difference. it's actually sort of hot, or maybe that's the intrusive i wonder where else that stud would feel good that pops into the back of his mind. sooner rather than later ( because he has zero chill and less and less of a want to control himself ), he shifts his hips to try and get more comfortable and gets the friction he swears he isn't searching for with a roll of his hips.
he gasps into nico's mouth ( pull back, pull back, pull back ) and tries to give it his best passing effort that he isn't chasing after more than this, more than their tongues brushing together and being with him. ]