not now when nico's careful grasp on his guard continues to slip. maybe the shadows have taken that hostage along with his common sense. he's not asking questions after he's settled between nico's thighs, not when he can feel how he practically molds himself to percy's body. he arches his back, reaches for the headboard and percy's hair like he's going to sink into the mattress and fall away if he doesn't. is he supposed to feel guilty for how much he needs to be needed like that? he gives his support freely, pins nico between his hips and the sheets by rubbing against him again. it's slow and intentional. an unrestrained twist of his hips as his hand slides away from nico's face and down to his waist to hold him together. or to drag him closer against his own body, he's not even sure which one of them he's trying to help anymore.
he sucks down air when nico breaks their kiss, panting ( cool, that's flattering ), and leans back into the kiss without hesitation. he flicks nico's tongue stud with his own tongue experimentally, fascinated by it, wonders briefly if it gives him any kind of satisfaction or if it's solely for looks... and his partner. he doesn't have to worry about blushing in this lighting at least.
percy feels like he's overheating. he's not pulling away from the kiss so much as he's pressing his lips to nico's reassuringly a couple times, right before his hand slides from his waist to the bed in order to support his weight. that, and he's peeling his shirt off over his head and tossing it wherever it happens to land. it sobers him up more than he means for it to and he swallows hard in the faint blue-tinted darkness. like it's only occurring to him now that he's thrown his shirt somewhere that he's in nothing but boxers and he knows nico can feel exactly how turned-on he is. his arm trembles, defying his brief restraint, but he wets his lips and tells his body to shut up. ]
Is this.. okay? [ self-explanatory, maybe, but this is new for him. ]
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not now when nico's careful grasp on his guard continues to slip. maybe the shadows have taken that hostage along with his common sense. he's not asking questions after he's settled between nico's thighs, not when he can feel how he practically molds himself to percy's body. he arches his back, reaches for the headboard and percy's hair like he's going to sink into the mattress and fall away if he doesn't. is he supposed to feel guilty for how much he needs to be needed like that? he gives his support freely, pins nico between his hips and the sheets by rubbing against him again. it's slow and intentional. an unrestrained twist of his hips as his hand slides away from nico's face and down to his waist to hold him together. or to drag him closer against his own body, he's not even sure which one of them he's trying to help anymore.
he sucks down air when nico breaks their kiss, panting ( cool, that's flattering ), and leans back into the kiss without hesitation. he flicks nico's tongue stud with his own tongue experimentally, fascinated by it, wonders briefly if it gives him any kind of satisfaction or if it's solely for looks... and his partner. he doesn't have to worry about blushing in this lighting at least.
percy feels like he's overheating. he's not pulling away from the kiss so much as he's pressing his lips to nico's reassuringly a couple times, right before his hand slides from his waist to the bed in order to support his weight. that, and he's peeling his shirt off over his head and tossing it wherever it happens to land. it sobers him up more than he means for it to and he swallows hard in the faint blue-tinted darkness. like it's only occurring to him now that he's thrown his shirt somewhere that he's in nothing but boxers and he knows nico can feel exactly how turned-on he is. his arm trembles, defying his brief restraint, but he wets his lips and tells his body to shut up. ]
Is this.. okay? [ self-explanatory, maybe, but this is new for him. ]