[ it doesn't even matter that percy isn't looking at him. if he had been, nico still wouldn't noticed. his own eyes are closed and his mouth is agape because breathing through his nose just isn't enough for how he feels right now. his veins feel like they're on fire, but in a better way than what drinking from the phlegethon feels like. his entire body feels like a string of a guitar, vibrating pleasantly and thrumming as if he's been plucked.
it's a metaphor that's not too far from the truth. percy has made pleasure bloom in his blood better than any flower ever created by his step-mother. it's why he's panting, leaning into percy so their foreheads meet. he barely registers that percy has come as well, and as the realization settles inside him, making itself known, he slowly opens his eyes.
but it's the drawn out curse that really draws his attention. finally, he looks up at percy with flushed features, dark and sweaty curls clinging to his features, and lips plump from having been kissed and bitten. in essence, he looks well fucked. percy, meanwhile, looks glorious. the pinch of his brows above the hand covering the rest of his features gives nico a small idea of what he must be feeling.
the problem is that the expression is hard to read. was it good? he wonders. sure, percy came, but that's not hard when you're a teenager. what nico wants to know now is if percy had enjoyed it. if it was something that percy liked. and maybe if it was something percy would like to repeat in the future.
licking his lips, he exhales as slowly as he can and surreptitiously wipes his hand clean on the comforter under them. ]
Heh, wow... [ another look is chanced at percy's covered features. ] So...?
[ his teeth sink into his lower lip as he watches the son of poseidon. say something, he silently wills him, hoping all the while that percy won't kick him out of bed. ]
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it's a metaphor that's not too far from the truth. percy has made pleasure bloom in his blood better than any flower ever created by his step-mother. it's why he's panting, leaning into percy so their foreheads meet. he barely registers that percy has come as well, and as the realization settles inside him, making itself known, he slowly opens his eyes.
but it's the drawn out curse that really draws his attention. finally, he looks up at percy with flushed features, dark and sweaty curls clinging to his features, and lips plump from having been kissed and bitten. in essence, he looks well fucked. percy, meanwhile, looks glorious. the pinch of his brows above the hand covering the rest of his features gives nico a small idea of what he must be feeling.
the problem is that the expression is hard to read. was it good? he wonders. sure, percy came, but that's not hard when you're a teenager. what nico wants to know now is if percy had enjoyed it. if it was something that percy liked. and maybe if it was something percy would like to repeat in the future.
licking his lips, he exhales as slowly as he can and surreptitiously wipes his hand clean on the comforter under them. ]
Heh, wow... [ another look is chanced at percy's covered features. ] So...?
[ his teeth sink into his lower lip as he watches the son of poseidon. say something, he silently wills him, hoping all the while that percy won't kick him out of bed. ]