[ he's falling apart at the seams. coming unraveled, dissolving, disintegrating. or at least it seems like his mind is. he can't think beyond the way percy's hand squeezes around him. beyond the way percy's cock, pressed against his own, throbs. nothing else exists beyond this. beyond the feel of percy's pulse thrumming under his fingers when he drags his hand forward and up to cup his jaw. beyond the way their hips move. and when he ducks forward, his lips drag across sweaty flesh with his lower lip catching on percy's adam's apple to slick across that taut skin. he breaths in the son of poseidon, glorifies in his scent and the way percy begs to him.
it's all a natural consequence of having held back for so long, of having to keep his emotions dammed behind a wall of anger and self-loathing. percy has not only put cracks in that way, but he's shattered it. exposed nico's inner core and making him an utter mess as he trembles atop percy's lap. his croons get louder, regardless of his boyfriend sleeping in the next room over, and his breathing is so punctuated that it's a wonder his lungs haven't stopped working. ]
Yes, uhn, gods. Percy, Percy, so uhm, so close.
[ with that dam having crumbled completely, nico begs without thought, without fear, without any semblance of self-consciousness. this is what percy jackson does to him. this is how much percy jackson has insinuated himself into his heart. he wants percy with every fiber of his being, so much that it hurts but in the way that feels so fucking good.
as percy's hand moves faster, so does his, and he can feel that coiling in the pit of his stomach heralding his climax. it's only the look he sees in percy's eyes that does it.
( the look he's wanted to see since he was old enough to understand its meaning. the way he's always wanted percy to look at him. )
choking on a cry that is muffled against percy's throat, he gives in. his orgasm hits hard, and nico is lost in the crashing waves of pleasure and emotion that have surged forth from that very wall behind which he's been keeping all his thoughts and feelings. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ the hand on his face is heavy like a curtain. warm, dark, safe. nico's words are buzzing faintly, grounding him; they remind him that he has to pull it back soon. he has a few more seconds to put it off. to work through how intense this is - what he feels, what he's still experiencing - and if he has another spasm ripping through him, then he doesn't fight it. he lets it carry him like a current.. the tug of drowsiness hangs above him, hooking him, and he briefly wonders how nico would take it if he started snoring. probably not well. so eventually, he does allow his fingers to slip away and slide from his face, revealing his expression. if eyes are the windows to the soul, what does nico see in his?
nico's gazing at him with what.. apprehension? curiosity? he watches nico watch him, and he wonders if it’s worse that this happened, or that he’s letting him look. he’s searching for something that may never be there.
and percy feels everything slam into him at once. the paralyzing fear, affection, guilt. reality. it’s like the sky has fallen on his shoulders again and he glances away momentarily, tries to shield how being on the receiving end of the hope in nico’s eyes takes him back to another time, and another disappointment.
he’s conflicted.
but he’s not bolting and he doesn’t intend to tell nico to get out. he turns sea green eyes back up to nico and tries not to focus too hard on being in his head, considering he operates better by doing and feeling. ]
So… [ seriously, that’s the best he can do? ] That happened.
[ percy doesn’t have to wait for nico to wince to know how bad of a reaction that is. his voice is quiet and nervous though, not dismissive. he doesn’t know what the right thing to say is, but he has an idea that what came out of his mouth was pretty pathetic as far as responses go. ]
Can we blame that on feeling so good that my brain stopped working, please? [ he’s an idiot. this isn’t news. ]
[ surprisingly, both to himself and probably to percy, he laughs. it starts in his stomach and rises to his chest until he's shaking with mirth at the sheer audacity to all of this. percy's comment spurs the laughter on and he's quick to shake his head, indicating he's not bothered by the inane comment. nico's experienced enough to know when someone's too overwhelmed to manage proper thought.
and he can take the credit for that, too. his heart is still racing in his chest, beating harder still because he's managed to get percy off so well that the son of poseidon is too dazed for coherent thought. that fact makes him feel giddy inside.
dragging a hand through his hair and then reaching out, he tries to cup percy's neck. if percy allows it, he'll pull him in for another kiss. this time, less heated than what they'd shared moments ago. this time, it's pure affection.
of course, he doesn't know what percy's feeling. isn't aware of the guilt and everything else. he's peacefully oblivious, buoyed on the affection and love that has only intensified thanks to this. and the best part is, annabeth isn't here. ( no, he's not going to think about if she was, he won't let his brain ruin the moment ) she isn't here and he is, just like percy had said and percy wants him to be there. ]
I guess I'll take that as a compliment. [ there's a wry grin on his lips now that his laughter has died down. there will be consequences for this, sure. but he doesn't want to think about them right now. he wants to bask in this for as long as he possibly can. ] It is a compliment, right?
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it's all a natural consequence of having held back for so long, of having to keep his emotions dammed behind a wall of anger and self-loathing. percy has not only put cracks in that way, but he's shattered it. exposed nico's inner core and making him an utter mess as he trembles atop percy's lap. his croons get louder, regardless of his boyfriend sleeping in the next room over, and his breathing is so punctuated that it's a wonder his lungs haven't stopped working. ]
Yes, uhn, gods. Percy, Percy, so uhm, so close.
[ with that dam having crumbled completely, nico begs without thought, without fear, without any semblance of self-consciousness. this is what percy jackson does to him. this is how much percy jackson has insinuated himself into his heart. he wants percy with every fiber of his being, so much that it hurts but in the way that feels so fucking good.
as percy's hand moves faster, so does his, and he can feel that coiling in the pit of his stomach heralding his climax. it's only the look he sees in percy's eyes that does it.
( the look he's wanted to see since he was old enough to understand its meaning. the way he's always wanted percy to look at him. )
choking on a cry that is muffled against percy's throat, he gives in. his orgasm hits hard, and nico is lost in the crashing waves of pleasure and emotion that have surged forth from that very wall behind which he's been keeping all his thoughts and feelings. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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nico's gazing at him with what.. apprehension? curiosity? he watches nico watch him, and he wonders if it’s worse that this happened, or that he’s letting him look. he’s searching for something that may never be there.
and percy feels everything slam into him at once. the paralyzing fear, affection, guilt. reality. it’s like the sky has fallen on his shoulders again and he glances away momentarily, tries to shield how being on the receiving end of the hope in nico’s eyes takes him back to another time, and another disappointment.
he’s conflicted.
but he’s not bolting and he doesn’t intend to tell nico to get out. he turns sea green eyes back up to nico and tries not to focus too hard on being in his head, considering he operates better by doing and feeling. ]
So… [ seriously, that’s the best he can do? ] That happened.
[ percy doesn’t have to wait for nico to wince to know how bad of a reaction that is. his voice is quiet and nervous though, not dismissive. he doesn’t know what the right thing to say is, but he has an idea that what came out of his mouth was pretty pathetic as far as responses go. ]
Can we blame that on feeling so good that my brain stopped working, please? [ he’s an idiot. this isn’t news. ]
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and he can take the credit for that, too. his heart is still racing in his chest, beating harder still because he's managed to get percy off so well that the son of poseidon is too dazed for coherent thought. that fact makes him feel giddy inside.
dragging a hand through his hair and then reaching out, he tries to cup percy's neck. if percy allows it, he'll pull him in for another kiss. this time, less heated than what they'd shared moments ago. this time, it's pure affection.
of course, he doesn't know what percy's feeling. isn't aware of the guilt and everything else. he's peacefully oblivious, buoyed on the affection and love that has only intensified thanks to this. and the best part is, annabeth isn't here. ( no, he's not going to think about if she was, he won't let his brain ruin the moment ) she isn't here and he is, just like percy had said and percy wants him to be there. ]
I guess I'll take that as a compliment. [ there's a wry grin on his lips now that his laughter has died down. there will be consequences for this, sure. but he doesn't want to think about them right now. he wants to bask in this for as long as he possibly can. ] It is a compliment, right?