he can't make noises like that ( ones that go straight to his dick ) and he can't grind against him because he can feel the friction even with his hand in the way. he throws his head back when nico licks his collarbone because it's too good. it's like a dream. it doesn't feel real at all. like this is something that's happening between them in reality. maybe that's what sex is like in the dark of a bedroom, maybe it's supposed to feel like a dirty secret. ( and it does feel dirty in a way, knowing will's in the next bedroom, knowing annabeth is probably waiting for him at home because even if people at home aren't supposed to know they're missing, annabeth would. ) he's already more than a little delirious when nico tells him he wants him and calls him by his full name. ]
I'm not- [ yours? is that what he wants to say? is that what he means anymore? he jerks his hips and cries out when nico marks him. he knows without looking that it's bright red, it might even be purple later. that bruise is wrong, but it just feeds into that insecurity in his head. yes, he pushed annabeth away. yes, he betrayed her. yes, he's the reason why she didn't want to be near him, and yet, nico does. that's the one resonating detail. he doesn't blame annabeth ( he hates himself ) but if nico wants him, then at least somebody still thinks he's worthy of something. ] I'm not going to make it that far, Nico.
[ he feels his stomach tighten, his thighs tremble from the force of trying to hold back. nico stops rolling against him and he grunts in frustration, squinting at him in confusion. ]
It's in the dresser, I think, [ he knows it is because that's where he keeps a fleshlight. ] but if you touch me, I'm going to cum. I might even if you don't. I'm too close.
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he can't make noises like that ( ones that go straight to his dick ) and he can't grind against him because he can feel the friction even with his hand in the way. he throws his head back when nico licks his collarbone because it's too good. it's like a dream. it doesn't feel real at all. like this is something that's happening between them in reality. maybe that's what sex is like in the dark of a bedroom, maybe it's supposed to feel like a dirty secret. ( and it does feel dirty in a way, knowing will's in the next bedroom, knowing annabeth is probably waiting for him at home because even if people at home aren't supposed to know they're missing, annabeth would. ) he's already more than a little delirious when nico tells him he wants him and calls him by his full name. ]
I'm not- [ yours? is that what he wants to say? is that what he means anymore? he jerks his hips and cries out when nico marks him. he knows without looking that it's bright red, it might even be purple later. that bruise is wrong, but it just feeds into that insecurity in his head. yes, he pushed annabeth away. yes, he betrayed her. yes, he's the reason why she didn't want to be near him, and yet, nico does. that's the one resonating detail. he doesn't blame annabeth ( he hates himself ) but if nico wants him, then at least somebody still thinks he's worthy of something. ] I'm not going to make it that far, Nico.
[ he feels his stomach tighten, his thighs tremble from the force of trying to hold back. nico stops rolling against him and he grunts in frustration, squinting at him in confusion. ]
It's in the dresser, I think, [ he knows it is because that's where he keeps a fleshlight. ] but if you touch me, I'm going to cum. I might even if you don't. I'm too close.