[ nothing about what they're doing makes him feel steady. he's not on solid ground. he's sinking ( in the ocean, in darkness - it doesn't matter ) and he can't stabilize himself. nico rocks against him and then percy's fingers dig into his hips because he can't take it. he can't lay back and pretend he's not into this, that he's not biting back a gasp. this is what drowning feels like. he can't come up for air and this is what people must feel when they get caught in treacherous waves. it's insufferable, but percy's thoughts have disintegrated into more, more, more. he's greedy and he doesn't practice self-restraint, like, ever.
so maybe nico's holding back but percy's slightly lost to pleasure. he knows he needs to listen. he needs to think. but if he adjusts his hips enough, if he tugs nico forward an inch or two, then their bodes will slot together in just the right way that nico's sitting directly on top of percy's dick. the fabric's annoying, but it doesn't seem to stop him from arching up and rubbing himself against the seat of nico's pajama pants. he should probably let go of his waist, he probably shouldn't be using his grasp to push nico down on him. that's when his hand drifts and nico leans into it and pinches percy's lip with his teeth.
it hurts but it doesn't. the nip gets his attention, sort of, because there are words happening. words regarding whether he's okay with his first time being with nico instead of annabeth and it's like he's reached the surface for a moment. he's not. he's not okay with it going farther than this, not yet, because he's never imagined his first time to be with a guy, let alone nico. he still hasn't said anything ( he can't find the words ) and nico's waiting on him, albeit not patiently. his touch sears a path down percy's torso to the front of his boxers and he grunts before he can clamp his teeth down on the noise. his fingers hook in nico's waistband and he curses in greek, slides his hand to the sheets because he is listening.
he's probably going to come in his boxers, but he's listening. ]
I- [ can't breathe? ] I don't want this to stop. [ that's not an answer, is it? wait. is it? ]
You want me to be honest with you? I don't know what I'm doing. I never thought we'd be here, but we are. The scary thing is that I really like it. I want to keep touching you. I want to kiss you again. In case you missed it, I'm very, very into this, but I don't know if I'm doing it for the right reasons. [ he groans, less sexually charged and more out of frustration. ] I hate that I'm saying this, but I should know that before we... [ well, you know. he gestures vaguely, apparently too flustered to say sex out loud, never mind that they're half-naked already. ] Shouldn't I?
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so maybe nico's holding back but percy's slightly lost to pleasure. he knows he needs to listen. he needs to think. but if he adjusts his hips enough, if he tugs nico forward an inch or two, then their bodes will slot together in just the right way that nico's sitting directly on top of percy's dick. the fabric's annoying, but it doesn't seem to stop him from arching up and rubbing himself against the seat of nico's pajama pants. he should probably let go of his waist, he probably shouldn't be using his grasp to push nico down on him. that's when his hand drifts and nico leans into it and pinches percy's lip with his teeth.
it hurts but it doesn't. the nip gets his attention, sort of, because there are words happening. words regarding whether he's okay with his first time being with nico instead of annabeth and it's like he's reached the surface for a moment. he's not. he's not okay with it going farther than this, not yet, because he's never imagined his first time to be with a guy, let alone nico. he still hasn't said anything ( he can't find the words ) and nico's waiting on him, albeit not patiently. his touch sears a path down percy's torso to the front of his boxers and he grunts before he can clamp his teeth down on the noise. his fingers hook in nico's waistband and he curses in greek, slides his hand to the sheets because he is listening.
he's probably going to come in his boxers, but he's listening. ]
I- [ can't breathe? ] I don't want this to stop. [ that's not an answer, is it? wait. is it? ]
You want me to be honest with you? I don't know what I'm doing. I never thought we'd be here, but we are. The scary thing is that I really like it. I want to keep touching you. I want to kiss you again. In case you missed it, I'm very, very into this, but I don't know if I'm doing it for the right reasons. [ he groans, less sexually charged and more out of frustration. ] I hate that I'm saying this, but I should know that before we... [ well, you know. he gestures vaguely, apparently too flustered to say sex out loud, never mind that they're half-naked already. ] Shouldn't I?