[ that's him. that's who he is. not to the same extent as leo, but it's the same general idea. percy will always try and lighten the mood if he can, which is a step-up from the insecure kid he used to be. the guy that spent so much time looking backwards, second guessing himself, being an unpredictable to himself as he was to his enemies. surviving the titan wars, losing his friends, and bearing witness to luke's sacrifice with only annabeth and grover at his side had shaped him. he knows exactly what he is and is not capable of. his strengths have been less visible than his shortcomings lately, but he's working on that.
he's trying to cut through the sexual tension between them because nico's still perched on him and his fingers are traveling and he really. just. can't deal with that. maybe if he kills the mood, it'll be easier. it's a great plan! a perfect strategy and he actually believes it's having the desired effect. nico looks exasperated ( why are you this way, percy? ) and he grins sheepishly, but he's not that sorry.
scratch that. he's feeling progressively more sorry when he catches the change in nico's eyes and his voice, the charge in the atmosphere. he tries to backpedal, something like: ] How could you forget?
[ but then nico's palms are on his skin and he inhales sharply in surprise. there's relief too. it's as if nico's ignited a fire that won't be quelled. his touch isn't void of heat like the underworld, but to percy he runs a little cooler in comparison and the contrast is nice since he feels like he's overheating. it's such a sudden and drastic change, going from bumping foreheads to nico grabbing his ass and grinding against him. he has zero guard. his mouth opens when he moans and his expression morphs - frowning, but not. struggling to sit still. he's overwhelmed by the pleasure and it's overriding the need to know where they stand. there's no filtering the way his eyes darken, or how his breathless honesty comes across. his good intentions are corroding.
percy can't keep his hands off of nico. they're going in circles where he relents and returns like the tide. he glides his palms up nico's sides, thumbs spread out across his stomach. his sea green eyes likely look black in this light but he's following every inch his fingertips map out with his gaze. ]
I'd let you win. [ let him? he's already winning. if this is a game, everything's going in his favor. it's with that realization that percy drags his hand south, down his stomach, straight to the front of his pajama pants. he's still nervous but he's less afraid of messing up, more willing to learn as he goes. he knows what feels good to him, so he's going with something like that. he rubs his palm along the length of nico's bulge and squeezes him lightly as he he traces his fingers and thumb back up, cupping him. percy's not above grinding against the back of his hand as he touches nico either, not this far along. ] I don't care. I'd let you.
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he's trying to cut through the sexual tension between them because nico's still perched on him and his fingers are traveling and he really. just. can't deal with that. maybe if he kills the mood, it'll be easier. it's a great plan! a perfect strategy and he actually believes it's having the desired effect. nico looks exasperated ( why are you this way, percy? ) and he grins sheepishly, but he's not that sorry.
scratch that. he's feeling progressively more sorry when he catches the change in nico's eyes and his voice, the charge in the atmosphere. he tries to backpedal, something like: ] How could you forget?
[ but then nico's palms are on his skin and he inhales sharply in surprise. there's relief too. it's as if nico's ignited a fire that won't be quelled. his touch isn't void of heat like the underworld, but to percy he runs a little cooler in comparison and the contrast is nice since he feels like he's overheating. it's such a sudden and drastic change, going from bumping foreheads to nico grabbing his ass and grinding against him. he has zero guard. his mouth opens when he moans and his expression morphs - frowning, but not. struggling to sit still. he's overwhelmed by the pleasure and it's overriding the need to know where they stand. there's no filtering the way his eyes darken, or how his breathless honesty comes across. his good intentions are corroding.
percy can't keep his hands off of nico. they're going in circles where he relents and returns like the tide. he glides his palms up nico's sides, thumbs spread out across his stomach. his sea green eyes likely look black in this light but he's following every inch his fingertips map out with his gaze. ]
I'd let you win. [ let him? he's already winning. if this is a game, everything's going in his favor. it's with that realization that percy drags his hand south, down his stomach, straight to the front of his pajama pants. he's still nervous but he's less afraid of messing up, more willing to learn as he goes. he knows what feels good to him, so he's going with something like that. he rubs his palm along the length of nico's bulge and squeezes him lightly as he he traces his fingers and thumb back up, cupping him. percy's not above grinding against the back of his hand as he touches nico either, not this far along. ] I don't care. I'd let you.