[ nico looks at percy like he's still holding up the sky and he doesn't know what to do with how heavy that feels on his shoulders. he's nothing special underneath the circumstances he has been shoved into. anyone can do the things that he's done and honestly, in his opinion, there are much more impressive looking guys out there. and nico can have his pick of them ( especially here in the city of eudio ) and percy's aware of that because he's teased him about it. he just doesn't get it. why nico's in his bed when there's a guy in the next room whose heart isn't set on anyone else. that isn't covered in fresh scars from curses in tartarus, namely the big one that's courtesy of geryon.
he gives nico the room he needs to mirror him and shed his own shirt by sinking back onto his knees and sitting up, kneeling between nico's legs. his eyes roam greedily over the skin that's revealed to him. percy's palm isn't far behind. he trails it up nico's stomach to his chest, ghosts his fingers over nico's camp beads ( if he's still wearing them ) and lets it glide back down. he's firm under percy's hand ( and sexy, that's the word ) in a way that annabeth isn't. it's different but it's not less arousing.
his mouth is as dry as sandpaper when he meets nico's gaze and processes what he's saying. ]
Um, yeah. [ very eloquent, this guy. he crawls back over nico, settles back on top of him because he's not ready to ditch the one slip of fabric he has on, regardless of how little it's concealing with the front of his boxers tenting like they are. not that it isn't alluring with their bare chests touching and not that he doesn't want nico just as much but he's not ready for everything all at once. that nervous energy is hanging around him again, felt even in how he kisses nico. ]
I can— [ why is this so embarrassing? ] I can take care of you if you want. Or we can keep doing this? [ he suggests with another intentional grind of his hips. it's not enough, not nearly, he wants more and it's driving him crazy too but.. ] I've just. I've never gone all the way before.
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he gives nico the room he needs to mirror him and shed his own shirt by sinking back onto his knees and sitting up, kneeling between nico's legs. his eyes roam greedily over the skin that's revealed to him. percy's palm isn't far behind. he trails it up nico's stomach to his chest, ghosts his fingers over nico's camp beads ( if he's still wearing them ) and lets it glide back down. he's firm under percy's hand ( and sexy, that's the word ) in a way that annabeth isn't. it's different but it's not less arousing.
his mouth is as dry as sandpaper when he meets nico's gaze and processes what he's saying. ]
Um, yeah. [ very eloquent, this guy. he crawls back over nico, settles back on top of him because he's not ready to ditch the one slip of fabric he has on, regardless of how little it's concealing with the front of his boxers tenting like they are. not that it isn't alluring with their bare chests touching and not that he doesn't want nico just as much but he's not ready for everything all at once. that nervous energy is hanging around him again, felt even in how he kisses nico. ]
I can— [ why is this so embarrassing? ] I can take care of you if you want. Or we can keep doing this? [ he suggests with another intentional grind of his hips. it's not enough, not nearly, he wants more and it's driving him crazy too but.. ] I've just. I've never gone all the way before.