[ how many times has he thought about this? nico isn't sure he can answer that question. especially not once percy's fingers wrap around his dick while his other hand settles on nico's ass. more. his mind whispers. yes, please because the truth is, nico's through about this since he hit puberty. he's thought about this since his body was developed enough to understand what lust can do. the desire has resonated in his bones since the night of his very first wet dream, has settled in his brain since the moment he could look at percy's lips and think to himself how much he's wanted them pressed against his own.
but for just about the same amount of time, nico knew it would never be a possibility. he knew that percy would always be devoted to annabeth and he knew that between betrayal and distrust, his own fear of his sexuality and more, getting close to percy was practically impossible. he's dreamt of moments like this far more than he can count, but always with the belief it would never happen. he's always thought it would forever be a shameful, unspoken need.
it's happening now and it's still hard to believe. the way percy looks at him, eyes dark in the low light of the room and darker still due to lust. percy's eyes on his body are like hot trails that he wishes would leave marks because when it all ends, he wants proof that it happened. he wants to make sure that this is not just something happening in the dark spaces of his head and that he won't wake up in the morning with the need to explain to will why the sheets are wet. ( how embarrassing would that be? ) ]
Yes, I want your hands on me. [ ( all over, everywhere ) and he rocks his hips into percy's hand. as the son of poseidon sits up, draws closer, his hands find purchase in percy's hair and he leans closer too, seeking out percy's mouth with his own. if he can get close enough, he breathe against percy's lips, mewl for him, card his fingers through dark strands before answering. ]
I've thought about it so much- Gods, Percy... [ it's another whine, a plea for more. ] I've thought about it so many times...
[ his voice is interrupted frequently by the gasps that escape him when percy's hand twists around his cock, the pace so teasing and much too slow. he needs more, feels the desire ringing in his bones again, like it has so many times. only this time, he's not alone with his hand. he's not by himself, without anyone to touch him. he's not hidden away with the belief that this could only be a dream. ]
I've wanted so much more. I want- I've wanted to feel you inside me.
no subject
but for just about the same amount of time, nico knew it would never be a possibility. he knew that percy would always be devoted to annabeth and he knew that between betrayal and distrust, his own fear of his sexuality and more, getting close to percy was practically impossible. he's dreamt of moments like this far more than he can count, but always with the belief it would never happen. he's always thought it would forever be a shameful, unspoken need.
it's happening now and it's still hard to believe. the way percy looks at him, eyes dark in the low light of the room and darker still due to lust. percy's eyes on his body are like hot trails that he wishes would leave marks because when it all ends, he wants proof that it happened. he wants to make sure that this is not just something happening in the dark spaces of his head and that he won't wake up in the morning with the need to explain to will why the sheets are wet. ( how embarrassing would that be? ) ]
Yes, I want your hands on me. [ ( all over, everywhere ) and he rocks his hips into percy's hand. as the son of poseidon sits up, draws closer, his hands find purchase in percy's hair and he leans closer too, seeking out percy's mouth with his own. if he can get close enough, he breathe against percy's lips, mewl for him, card his fingers through dark strands before answering. ]
I've thought about it so much- Gods, Percy... [ it's another whine, a plea for more. ] I've thought about it so many times...
[ his voice is interrupted frequently by the gasps that escape him when percy's hand twists around his cock, the pace so teasing and much too slow. he needs more, feels the desire ringing in his bones again, like it has so many times. only this time, he's not alone with his hand. he's not by himself, without anyone to touch him. he's not hidden away with the belief that this could only be a dream. ]
I've wanted so much more. I want- I've wanted to feel you inside me.