[ that same guard all but falls away as percy peels off his shirt. nico sucks in a breath, and he's so close to being molded completely against percy that his head feels light. there's even less separating them now and gods but he wants to feel more. percy is hard against him and all nico can think is i did this, i got him like this, he wants me like i want him. it's delirious and delicious and dangerous all at once. his eyes dilate sharply, making impossibly dark eyes even darker still. and what part of him that isn't grasping onto percy trembles with the realization of where this is going.
it's what he's dreamed about since he was old enough to understand his own body. a dream he never thought would ever be fulfilled and often left him with such an intense longing that even the cold of the underworld or the torture of tartarus seemed like nothing in comparison. he'd resigned himself to never having this, and yet... here he is, gazing up at percy with undisguised need and want. nico is flushed with both arousal and anticipation, hoping this will go exactly where it seems to be going.
( and all the while, part of him—that part that is the child of hades, forever holding onto grudges and bitterness and pain—wishes this had happened sooner. that he could've given his very first experience to percy. that this could be something that percy might have alone. but it's too late for that and too late for regret, so he'll cleave to this moment now and any moment he might get hereafter. )
not to be outdone, nico pushes his body up enough to begin tugging up his own shirt. it takes a bit of maneuvering, but soon enough it follows percy's to somewhere on the floor. visible now is how nico has grown. no longer just the scrawny boy percy met in maine but a lithe, strong demigod in his own right. not that nico finds himself all that appealing, at least not in comparison to the way undulating blue light lingers on the muscles of percy's bare chest. but apparently he's enough for percy and that alone sends a shiver through him. ]
Percy... [ his eyes go lidded for half a moment and then he looks up at the son of poseidon. all heat and lust and desperate need. ] Please. I want you.
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it's what he's dreamed about since he was old enough to understand his own body. a dream he never thought would ever be fulfilled and often left him with such an intense longing that even the cold of the underworld or the torture of tartarus seemed like nothing in comparison. he'd resigned himself to never having this, and yet... here he is, gazing up at percy with undisguised need and want. nico is flushed with both arousal and anticipation, hoping this will go exactly where it seems to be going.
( and all the while, part of him—that part that is the child of hades, forever holding onto grudges and bitterness and pain—wishes this had happened sooner. that he could've given his very first experience to percy. that this could be something that percy might have alone. but it's too late for that and too late for regret, so he'll cleave to this moment now and any moment he might get hereafter. )
not to be outdone, nico pushes his body up enough to begin tugging up his own shirt. it takes a bit of maneuvering, but soon enough it follows percy's to somewhere on the floor. visible now is how nico has grown. no longer just the scrawny boy percy met in maine but a lithe, strong demigod in his own right. not that nico finds himself all that appealing, at least not in comparison to the way undulating blue light lingers on the muscles of percy's bare chest. but apparently he's enough for percy and that alone sends a shiver through him. ]
Percy... [ his eyes go lidded for half a moment and then he looks up at the son of poseidon. all heat and lust and desperate need. ] Please. I want you.