[ he gasps when they break apart, appeased only by the smear of their lips. frustration flares up in him briefly, erased by nico’s mouth on his jaw. if it’s his goal to sear every memory and every thought out of percy’s mind, then it’s working. he’s grateful for the hand at the nape of his neck not because he’s considering cutting this short and running away, but because he feels like every touch, every emotion flickering between them is too intense for him to land softly. he’s going to fall and he’s going to hit the ground with a resounding thud.
if nico wasn’t holding him together, his head would tip back when he covers percy’s hand. his assistance keeps percy on track and stops him from being overwhelmed and slowing down.
for someone that isn’t in love, he’s pretty greedy. the next groan is strangled. ( is it possible to choke on emotions? ) it seems to tear out of him, suddenly and with as much of a waver as the tremors down his spine, in his thighs. he’s trying really hard not to come but he doesn’t see how he can last much longer, especially when he can’t pull up a distracting image in his head. everything slips away from him. there’s only nico, sitting on him, close but not close enough, telling him what he wants to hear.
( and percy wants to tell nico that he's beautiful. that he's so hot like this, that his kisses make him feel like he's intoxicated. he's putty in his hands. that percy wants him. him. he wants nico, not because he's there, not because he's lonely, not because he's convenient. he wants him because he does. because it's a thought that's gotten more and more tangled in his head, in his dreams, since that first kiss. ) ]
Shit, Nico. Ohmyguh—fuck! Don't stop. Please don't stop. Don't ever stop touching me. [ his strokes are firmer, from the base to the tips of their cocks, but faster if nico allows it. he does lean into nico's hand then, propped up but baring his throat. if nico feels like percy is trying to guide him face first towards his throat, he's not wrong. ] I nh—need you to..
[ bite me, kiss me, fuck me. he doesn't care anymore.
( and it shows in his eyes when he can keep them open. ) ]
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if nico wasn’t holding him together, his head would tip back when he covers percy’s hand. his assistance keeps percy on track and stops him from being overwhelmed and slowing down.
for someone that isn’t in love, he’s pretty greedy. the next groan is strangled. ( is it possible to choke on emotions? ) it seems to tear out of him, suddenly and with as much of a waver as the tremors down his spine, in his thighs. he’s trying really hard not to come but he doesn’t see how he can last much longer, especially when he can’t pull up a distracting image in his head. everything slips away from him. there’s only nico, sitting on him, close but not close enough, telling him what he wants to hear.
( and percy wants to tell nico that he's beautiful. that he's so hot like this, that his kisses make him feel like he's intoxicated. he's putty in his hands. that percy wants him. him. he wants nico, not because he's there, not because he's lonely, not because he's convenient. he wants him because he does. because it's a thought that's gotten more and more tangled in his head, in his dreams, since that first kiss. ) ]
Shit, Nico. Ohmyguh—fuck! Don't stop. Please don't stop. Don't ever stop touching me. [ his strokes are firmer, from the base to the tips of their cocks, but faster if nico allows it. he does lean into nico's hand then, propped up but baring his throat. if nico feels like percy is trying to guide him face first towards his throat, he's not wrong. ] I nh—need you to..
[ bite me, kiss me, fuck me. he doesn't care anymore.
( and it shows in his eyes when he can keep them open. ) ]