[ whether it's still true now or not, hearing that it’s always him works like a charm. the admission hits him like a brick to the face. it isn’t painful but it’s so sudden that he can’t conceal how it affects him. with it comes an ache so intense that he moans, brows drawn in, too lured in now to turn back. nico’s speaking italian and percy has no idea what he’s saying, other than the first cry, and if any of it’s more than nonsensical rambling. his tone doesn’t leave much to question though, because it sounds like he’s begging, like he wants more. and just like that, there’s nothing he wants more than to be the one to satisfy nico. to give him exactly what he wants, which is probably about as hazardous as percy asking him questions to sate his curiosity when nico’s as stripped bare as he is.
he shuts his eyes when their dicks finally do touch because the relief is too sweet to try and fight. it’s short-lived. because- ]
Ah- gods, that's amazing. [ changes very quickly once his eyes are open again and he’s struggling to keep them that way, to watch as he rubs their tips together. it’s not enough. he can’t hang with the slow pace, no matter how slick his fingers are. he wants to know what it feels like to stroke both of their dicks at the same time, if it’s as good as when he’s alone. if it’s better. pacing himself isn’t exactly an option, but he tries. he has to readjust his grip a couple times to keep them flush together when his palm is sliding down, because he can’t stop the way he jerks up into his hand and against nico.
being quiet is the last thing on his mind ( sorry, will ) and he doesn’t bite back or swallow any of the pants ( he feels like he’s hyperventilating ) or the grunts that tumble through his lips.
his hand leaves nico’s rear to cup the back of his neck and yank him into a devouring kiss. if he pulls him down in the process, he doesn’t care. percy wants nico’s mouth on him. he wants to taste his name on his tongue. he wants to feel every noise vibrating against his mouth. he needs to. he can't catch his breath, but he finds it within himself to break the kiss. he doesn't give nico any of his space back, doesn't let him retreat. ] Say it again? Tell me it's - mmn - me.
[ not that it will be easy, considering he's chasing nico's lips already. ]
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he shuts his eyes when their dicks finally do touch because the relief is too sweet to try and fight. it’s short-lived. because- ]
Ah- gods, that's amazing. [ changes very quickly once his eyes are open again and he’s struggling to keep them that way, to watch as he rubs their tips together. it’s not enough. he can’t hang with the slow pace, no matter how slick his fingers are. he wants to know what it feels like to stroke both of their dicks at the same time, if it’s as good as when he’s alone. if it’s better. pacing himself isn’t exactly an option, but he tries. he has to readjust his grip a couple times to keep them flush together when his palm is sliding down, because he can’t stop the way he jerks up into his hand and against nico.
being quiet is the last thing on his mind ( sorry, will ) and he doesn’t bite back or swallow any of the pants ( he feels like he’s hyperventilating ) or the grunts that tumble through his lips.
his hand leaves nico’s rear to cup the back of his neck and yank him into a devouring kiss. if he pulls him down in the process, he doesn’t care. percy wants nico’s mouth on him. he wants to taste his name on his tongue. he wants to feel every noise vibrating against his mouth. he needs to. he can't catch his breath, but he finds it within himself to break the kiss. he doesn't give nico any of his space back, doesn't let him retreat. ] Say it again? Tell me it's - mmn - me.
[ not that it will be easy, considering he's chasing nico's lips already. ]