[ he's suddenly in over his head in the river styx again, losing his grip on everything that ever mattered to him. his memories, the sound of sally's laughter, blue candy, annabeth. maybe it isn’t as painful, or as drastic. maybe his soul isn’t at risk of being ripped from his body, but nico puts his mouth on percy and burns the very last ounce of resistance from him. whatever he pulls out of those waters is what’s left. he reaches for nico now like he didn’t then, clutching at him as hard as his fingers had scraped that cliffside above tartarus. he won’t let go.
percy doesn’t think he can this time.
mostly because nico’s coming apart in his lap, shaking, saying his name. revealing parts of himself that percy has never seen before, and hadn’t known existed. it’s mostly that.
( he won’t say it’s how his eyes aren’t terrifying like the pitch black of night, that they’re comforting like sitting on the roof watching the stars. they’re that kind of dark. and he won’t say it’s because kissing nico makes him forget what’s wrong, or that he likes rolling over and finding him there, even if all he’s doing is checking in before he leaves. he definitely won’t so much as think that nico’s touch is what he’s been craving for some time now. )
when nico comes with a badly disguised cry into his skin, percy isn’t far behind him at all. he slows the pace of his hand, working nico through his orgasm for a few strokes, before he eases off and takes his own dick in hand. it doesn’t take much for him. he’s been on the verge of his own climax for what feels like forever now, so with a few measured twists of his wrist and the right press of his fingers, it rocks through him almost violently.
nothing about it is quiet. not the huffed breaths, not the drawn out groan. he’s already forgotten himself, sorry nico. ( and sorry, will, if he’s awake now. ) his voice feels raw, his throat, as he heaves for air. he trades his grasp on nico’s hip to rub over his face, whispers something like fuuuck because it’s the most intelligible word he can shape. he can't look at nico yet, but when he does ( if he does ), he's afraid his thoughts will be written on his face. ]
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percy doesn’t think he can this time.
mostly because nico’s coming apart in his lap, shaking, saying his name. revealing parts of himself that percy has never seen before, and hadn’t known existed. it’s mostly that.
( he won’t say it’s how his eyes aren’t terrifying like the pitch black of night, that they’re comforting like sitting on the roof watching the stars. they’re that kind of dark. and he won’t say it’s because kissing nico makes him forget what’s wrong, or that he likes rolling over and finding him there, even if all he’s doing is checking in before he leaves. he definitely won’t so much as think that nico’s touch is what he’s been craving for some time now. )
when nico comes with a badly disguised cry into his skin, percy isn’t far behind him at all. he slows the pace of his hand, working nico through his orgasm for a few strokes, before he eases off and takes his own dick in hand. it doesn’t take much for him. he’s been on the verge of his own climax for what feels like forever now, so with a few measured twists of his wrist and the right press of his fingers, it rocks through him almost violently.
nothing about it is quiet. not the huffed breaths, not the drawn out groan. he’s already forgotten himself, sorry nico. ( and sorry, will, if he’s awake now. ) his voice feels raw, his throat, as he heaves for air. he trades his grasp on nico’s hip to rub over his face, whispers something like fuuuck because it’s the most intelligible word he can shape. he can't look at nico yet, but when he does ( if he does ), he's afraid his thoughts will be written on his face. ]