[ it's exactly like drowning, because when their hips meet in just the right way, providing just the right friction, nico can't breathe either. he's gasping, and for a moment, he tosses his head back with his throat exposed as his hips move on their own, rolling and colliding with percy's. undulating like the waves against the shore. it's perfect, the way percy's cock presses hard and firm just behind his still-clothed balls, making him tremble and seek some kind of purchase somewhere, both mentally and physically. not easy, by any means. and he can only ride the waves of absolute pleasure as they surge through him.
when he regains a bit of himself again, one hand still on percy's boxers while the other settles on percy's bare chest, he sucks in air. his heart feels like a constant beating drum, slamming into his rib cage, and the way percy curses in words they both know forces nico to bite down on his lip to withhold a curse of his own. he lifts himself just a fraction, enough so that when percy's fingers hook into his waistband, it shifts down just enough to make the 'v' of his slim hips even more pronounced.
and then percy is talking. rambling like he does when he's overcome with emotion. nico's dark eyes find percy's, hold his gaze as percy tries to talk his way around how he feels. nico doesn't speak, still biting his own lip because part of him is afraid of what he'll hear, but another part of him needs to know.
i don't want this to stop, percy says and nico knows exactly what he means. he doesn't want this to stop either. if it does, he's not sure what state his heart will be in. it's one thing to experience outright rejection. nico's heart has long since hardened itself in preparation for that. it would've been so much easier if they'd never started this, never let it get this far, because then nico would never know what it feels like to have percy hard and needy beneath him, just as wanting as he is. so he hopes, gods he hopes and tries not to hold his breath.
i don't know if i'm doing this for the right reasons.
it doesn't actually hurt when percy puts it like that. and the blow, as gentle as it is, is softened even more by the way percy admits without hesitation just how much he wants this, wants to kiss him, wants to feel him. nico once more thrills in that knowledge. it's how he's felt about percy for so long and even getting that in return is so incredibly mindblowing that nico whimpers a little.
now, nico's hands move again. sliding over taunt panes of percy's skin, tracing firm muscles with callused fingers. it's natural to question things like this. he doesn't even begrudge percy for being uncertain. in some ways, part of nico is too. ]
Yeah. You should know. We- We can even stop if that's better.
[ he swallows because it feels like his throat is closing up, like earth and stone are caught there, and though he can still breathe, he's torn. he doesn't want to stop, but if that's what percy needs...
his eyes still haven't left percy's and he subconsciously licks his lips. ]
Tell me. [ his voice is almost impossibly soft. ] Why do you think you're doing this?
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when he regains a bit of himself again, one hand still on percy's boxers while the other settles on percy's bare chest, he sucks in air. his heart feels like a constant beating drum, slamming into his rib cage, and the way percy curses in words they both know forces nico to bite down on his lip to withhold a curse of his own. he lifts himself just a fraction, enough so that when percy's fingers hook into his waistband, it shifts down just enough to make the 'v' of his slim hips even more pronounced.
and then percy is talking. rambling like he does when he's overcome with emotion. nico's dark eyes find percy's, hold his gaze as percy tries to talk his way around how he feels. nico doesn't speak, still biting his own lip because part of him is afraid of what he'll hear, but another part of him needs to know.
i don't want this to stop, percy says and nico knows exactly what he means. he doesn't want this to stop either. if it does, he's not sure what state his heart will be in. it's one thing to experience outright rejection. nico's heart has long since hardened itself in preparation for that. it would've been so much easier if they'd never started this, never let it get this far, because then nico would never know what it feels like to have percy hard and needy beneath him, just as wanting as he is. so he hopes, gods he hopes and tries not to hold his breath.
i don't know if i'm doing this for the right reasons.
it doesn't actually hurt when percy puts it like that. and the blow, as gentle as it is, is softened even more by the way percy admits without hesitation just how much he wants this, wants to kiss him, wants to feel him. nico once more thrills in that knowledge. it's how he's felt about percy for so long and even getting that in return is so incredibly mindblowing that nico whimpers a little.
now, nico's hands move again. sliding over taunt panes of percy's skin, tracing firm muscles with callused fingers. it's natural to question things like this. he doesn't even begrudge percy for being uncertain. in some ways, part of nico is too. ]
Yeah. You should know. We- We can even stop if that's better.
[ he swallows because it feels like his throat is closing up, like earth and stone are caught there, and though he can still breathe, he's torn. he doesn't want to stop, but if that's what percy needs...
his eyes still haven't left percy's and he subconsciously licks his lips. ]
Tell me. [ his voice is almost impossibly soft. ] Why do you think you're doing this?