[ what nico's saying and how he looks rocking into percy's hand coaxes a part of him out that he hasn't had to deal with very often. beneath the need to see what the next touch does, or to hear more about nico's fantasies, he wants to give in to everything. he wants to let go of his reservations and find out if fantasy is as great as the reality. and he doesn't care if that means being surrounded in darkness and being unable to get out. when nico runs his fingers through his hair and kisses him, he realizes there isn't a fiber in his body that wants to escape. when did that happen? when did he start wanting nico like this? since the first kiss? after?
his whine is deafening in percy's ears, similar to his confessions.
now he doesn't have to stand in a doorway, wondering what nico looks like without his many layers on. he doesn't have to watch from a distance. he can look for as long as he wants without having to find an excuse to look away. he gets to be the one with his hand around nico's dick drawing these reactions out of him and he gets to be the one on his mind and in front of him. it does more for his confidence than he'll admit. he's not really a possessive guy because he's always been sure of the people around him and in his life, but there's a rush of it that shoots through him when nico says he's wanted percy inside of him.
that train of thought makes it difficult to remember that he's afraid of anything. it's his reckless side.
he kisses nico again, hard on the mouth, like he wants to consume every gasping secret nico has. it doesn't linger, doesn't transform into a deeper kiss because percy refuses to shut his eyes or take his gaze off of nico. ]
When I walked in on you that time, who were you thinking about? [ it's not a desperate question and as if to prove that he's not stopping, regardless of what the answer may be, he stops experimenting. stops teasing nico with slow, questioning strokes. he twists his wrist for a better angle now that they're sitting up and focuses on his tip - it's a little different, considering nico isn't circumcised like percy is, but not by that much. ] I was standing there long enough for it to be weird. I wanted to watch you.
[ as if to serve as proof of those words, he drops his gaze between them, close as they are, to watch how his fingers glide down. how the pad of his thumb's pressed against the underside of nico's dick while his other fingers curl around him. he bites his own bottom lip to keep himself quiet, but he can't keep his hips down, and he's obviously terrible at following instructions. what self-control?
he pulls his hand away from nico's ass to tug his boxers down as far as he can without sacrificing too much contact. it takes some maneuvering ( and he risks a few seconds stalling his ministrations ) to yank them down to his thighs. if he's embarrassed by how turned on he is, how his cock is arching, or how nico's probably looking at him, he does a good job at keeping that close to his chest. they're close enough together that percy thinks putting his thumb around his own erection and pressing nico's against his with his fingers just might work. he's already halfway towards accomplishing that when he hesitates, meeting nico's eyes. ]
no subject
his whine is deafening in percy's ears, similar to his confessions.
now he doesn't have to stand in a doorway, wondering what nico looks like without his many layers on. he doesn't have to watch from a distance. he can look for as long as he wants without having to find an excuse to look away. he gets to be the one with his hand around nico's dick drawing these reactions out of him and he gets to be the one on his mind and in front of him. it does more for his confidence than he'll admit. he's not really a possessive guy because he's always been sure of the people around him and in his life, but there's a rush of it that shoots through him when nico says he's wanted percy inside of him.
that train of thought makes it difficult to remember that he's afraid of anything. it's his reckless side.
he kisses nico again, hard on the mouth, like he wants to consume every gasping secret nico has. it doesn't linger, doesn't transform into a deeper kiss because percy refuses to shut his eyes or take his gaze off of nico. ]
When I walked in on you that time, who were you thinking about? [ it's not a desperate question and as if to prove that he's not stopping, regardless of what the answer may be, he stops experimenting. stops teasing nico with slow, questioning strokes. he twists his wrist for a better angle now that they're sitting up and focuses on his tip - it's a little different, considering nico isn't circumcised like percy is, but not by that much. ] I was standing there long enough for it to be weird. I wanted to watch you.
[ as if to serve as proof of those words, he drops his gaze between them, close as they are, to watch how his fingers glide down. how the pad of his thumb's pressed against the underside of nico's dick while his other fingers curl around him. he bites his own bottom lip to keep himself quiet, but he can't keep his hips down, and he's obviously terrible at following instructions. what self-control?
he pulls his hand away from nico's ass to tug his boxers down as far as he can without sacrificing too much contact. it takes some maneuvering ( and he risks a few seconds stalling his ministrations ) to yank them down to his thighs. if he's embarrassed by how turned on he is, how his cock is arching, or how nico's probably looking at him, he does a good job at keeping that close to his chest. they're close enough together that percy thinks putting his thumb around his own erection and pressing nico's against his with his fingers just might work. he's already halfway towards accomplishing that when he hesitates, meeting nico's eyes. ]
Can I.. try something?