[ by the time percy's really getting into stroking his cock, nico is all but writhing in his lap. once more, his head tilts back to expose his throat and when he swallows, his adam's apple bobs. he can't help it. percy has this much affect on him and nico can feel himself slowly going mad as a result.
normally, he's so reserved, prone to keeping his expressions and emotions locked away where only the shadows might find them. normally, only anger and bitterness are enough to evoke anything out of him. but now, percy has him giving up his secrets with a twist of his wrist, with a squeeze of his hand, with the press of his thumb. how can he expect to keep anything from the son of poseidon when percy now has so much control over him. and does percy even realize it? how easily it would be for percy to have him coming apart at the seams, his soul laid bare? that part of him hasn't seen daylight since he'd grasped the soul of bryce lawrence and ripped the life out of him before sending the other demigod to the darkest parts of the underworld. only now it's not hate and anger and pain and suffering driving him, it's need and desire and above all, love.
he can't let percy know that. he can't let percy see into his heart like that. but if percy asked...
it's almost frightening, but in some ways, that just intensifies everything. makes the sensation of percy's thumb on his tip seem better than nectar on his lips. makes the way percy's palm drags against his foreskin feel more encapsulating than the comfort of the shadows. makes the way feeling the heat of percy's skin feel hotter than a fire. and when percy asks him that first question, a full body tremble passes through him followed by an abrupt gasp. ]
Di immortales-!
[ not quite shouted. he has the presence of mind to keep his voice down a little, but it's a sign that both percy's words and his touch are having their desired affect.
( i wanted to watch you ) hearing that draws an italian plea from nico's lips. ] I- It was you. It's pretty much always you...
[ not entirely the truth. nowadays, it's also will and loki and a few other people he's met in eudio. but before he got close to the son of apollo, it had most certainly always been percy.
and then percy is shifting under him, pulling away and yet another italian plea, this time more desperate, escapes him. once percy is fully undressed, though, it's worth it. because his eyes meet percy's and he can tell without looking what percy has in mind. to feel percy's arousal against his own... the thought is mindblowing and he most certainly wants it. ]
Percy-! Un-mmpf. [ one of the most undignified noises he's ever made, but by this point, he's to far along to care. ] Y-yeah. Yeah.
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normally, he's so reserved, prone to keeping his expressions and emotions locked away where only the shadows might find them. normally, only anger and bitterness are enough to evoke anything out of him. but now, percy has him giving up his secrets with a twist of his wrist, with a squeeze of his hand, with the press of his thumb. how can he expect to keep anything from the son of poseidon when percy now has so much control over him. and does percy even realize it? how easily it would be for percy to have him coming apart at the seams, his soul laid bare? that part of him hasn't seen daylight since he'd grasped the soul of bryce lawrence and ripped the life out of him before sending the other demigod to the darkest parts of the underworld. only now it's not hate and anger and pain and suffering driving him, it's need and desire and above all, love.
he can't let percy know that. he can't let percy see into his heart like that. but if percy asked...
it's almost frightening, but in some ways, that just intensifies everything. makes the sensation of percy's thumb on his tip seem better than nectar on his lips. makes the way percy's palm drags against his foreskin feel more encapsulating than the comfort of the shadows. makes the way feeling the heat of percy's skin feel hotter than a fire. and when percy asks him that first question, a full body tremble passes through him followed by an abrupt gasp. ]
Di immortales-!
[ not quite shouted. he has the presence of mind to keep his voice down a little, but it's a sign that both percy's words and his touch are having their desired affect.
( i wanted to watch you ) hearing that draws an italian plea from nico's lips. ] I- It was you. It's pretty much always you...
[ not entirely the truth. nowadays, it's also will and loki and a few other people he's met in eudio. but before he got close to the son of apollo, it had most certainly always been percy.
and then percy is shifting under him, pulling away and yet another italian plea, this time more desperate, escapes him. once percy is fully undressed, though, it's worth it. because his eyes meet percy's and he can tell without looking what percy has in mind. to feel percy's arousal against his own... the thought is mindblowing and he most certainly wants it. ]
Percy-! Un-mmpf. [ one of the most undignified noises he's ever made, but by this point, he's to far along to care. ] Y-yeah. Yeah.