[ it's times like this that remind nico that this boy hovering over him, while entirely heroic and loyal to a fault, is also just like him... a guy trying to figure out his place in the world. sure, percy will always be the one who saved him, time and time again, but nico is also fully aware that percy is not perfect. he's deeply flawed. and as percy stutters, hesitates, but still dives in like this is where he belongs, nico feels as if his heart might burst because he may have fallen in love with percy because of his heroism, but has stayed in love with percy because of his flaws as well. percy is so human and nico couldn't possibly want him to be anything other than who he is.
he's still incredibly turned on, of course. even more so now that percy's warm hands are gliding along his torso, jostling the camp beads around his throat. his breath hitches and he has to swallow hard because he can feel his nipples tighten and the look percy gives him makes him tremble again. he wonders vaguely how he looks in percy's eyes and what he's thinking, but for as much as he might tease percy about having kelp for brains or the like, percy is as complicated as they come. he has depth like the ocean from whence his power comes and nico will never not be astonished by what he sees in percy's eyes.
percy might not think he's enough, that he's just some regular guy who's had to carry more weight than a person should ever rightly be burdened with, but nico knows what that weight feels like and he wants to help percy carry it. so, dragging his fingers out of percy's hair, he allows hilt-callused fingers trail along percy's jaw. across percy's lips as he licks his own. he rolls his hips up against percy's and then slowly shakes his head.
if this is percy's first time... well, shouldn't it be with someone he loves? isn't that what percy has always wanted? nico remembers the sunny day in camp when percy had been so elated by the acceptance annabeth had given him to the idea of going together to new rome. and though the memory makes him feel like his heart is being squeezed, nico can't bring himself to ruin anything like that between percy and annabeth. they truly do belong together and if he can just be a part of percy's heart while she dominates the rest, he would be content with that.
carefully, and if percy allows it, nico flexes his thighs, intending to guide percy onto his back. if percy's comfortable with it, he'll settle atop percy's lap and lean over him, holding his gaze. he knows just how much pressure has been placed on percy's shoulders through the years. part of that had been his fault in expecting a thirteen-year-old to protect his sister as if percy were someone to set on a pedestal. but he knows what it's like to bear the scars of tartarus, knows that being a demigod means being thrust into situations you can't control, can't choose. in this case, he wants percy to have the chance to decide for himself. ]
Or... I can take care of you. [ his voice is far more sturdy than he'd expected, especially considering how breathless percy has made him. ] What do you want?
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he's still incredibly turned on, of course. even more so now that percy's warm hands are gliding along his torso, jostling the camp beads around his throat. his breath hitches and he has to swallow hard because he can feel his nipples tighten and the look percy gives him makes him tremble again. he wonders vaguely how he looks in percy's eyes and what he's thinking, but for as much as he might tease percy about having kelp for brains or the like, percy is as complicated as they come. he has depth like the ocean from whence his power comes and nico will never not be astonished by what he sees in percy's eyes.
percy might not think he's enough, that he's just some regular guy who's had to carry more weight than a person should ever rightly be burdened with, but nico knows what that weight feels like and he wants to help percy carry it. so, dragging his fingers out of percy's hair, he allows hilt-callused fingers trail along percy's jaw. across percy's lips as he licks his own. he rolls his hips up against percy's and then slowly shakes his head.
if this is percy's first time... well, shouldn't it be with someone he loves? isn't that what percy has always wanted? nico remembers the sunny day in camp when percy had been so elated by the acceptance annabeth had given him to the idea of going together to new rome. and though the memory makes him feel like his heart is being squeezed, nico can't bring himself to ruin anything like that between percy and annabeth. they truly do belong together and if he can just be a part of percy's heart while she dominates the rest, he would be content with that.
carefully, and if percy allows it, nico flexes his thighs, intending to guide percy onto his back. if percy's comfortable with it, he'll settle atop percy's lap and lean over him, holding his gaze. he knows just how much pressure has been placed on percy's shoulders through the years. part of that had been his fault in expecting a thirteen-year-old to protect his sister as if percy were someone to set on a pedestal. but he knows what it's like to bear the scars of tartarus, knows that being a demigod means being thrust into situations you can't control, can't choose. in this case, he wants percy to have the chance to decide for himself. ]
Or... I can take care of you. [ his voice is far more sturdy than he'd expected, especially considering how breathless percy has made him. ] What do you want?