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Lips warm and soft, finger tips purposeful on the brink of ticklish, the playlist Percy had on continuing to hum in the background. A content sigh left Nico's mouth followed by the feeling of a smile on his lower back.

He almost wanted to tell Percy to hurry up with the way Nico's dick was awkwardly trapped between his stomach and Percy's mattress yet he also wanted this moment to drag on forever, never to leave the care of gentle lips and hands.

Another kiss then another just below it and Nico's mind continued to float. He was putty under Percy's will and although he didn't know Percy's goal, Nico didn't care.

Whatever Percy wanted Nico knew he'd give.

A sudden shiver ran through Nico's entire body, spawning out from the spot right above where his lower back split into his cheeks. A kiss so low.

His shock must have shown as hands paused the massage of his cheeks.

"You good?"

Nico hated the way the care always wormed its way straight into his chest and made its home there.

"Yeah," Nico replied, voice a little distant from his mind. "I- I just wasn't expecting it."

Hands continued the soft massage, a cold breeze brushing between his cheeks when they separated. It was torture although Nico was a willing participant. Always willing.

"No one eaten you out before?"

Everything screeched to halt minus maybe Percy's hands but Nico was too focused repeating Percy's words and the meaning behind them around his head to focus on his hands.

Was Percy offering?

Admittedly he'd always been curious to what it would feel like to have someone explore him in such a way.

He'd brought it up to Will once. Nico really shouldn't have been shocked or disappointed by the way Will's face had scrunched into disgust and denied his question. Definitely not with the way Will refused to even finger Nico without a pair of medical gloves.

Fine if Nico had a medical kink but he's pretty sure he had the opposite of one.

'It's sanitary, Nico,' Will had always said as if exploring sexuality, exploring Nico was dirty and that a boarder needed to be kept between them at all times.

Yet Percy, Percy had initiated, asked, appeared just as eager as Nico's still trapped dick.

Nico shook his head. "No, but you can."

Percy hands rubbed upwards settling near his hips as he asked, "You sure?"

"Yes."

He'd never been more sure about something in his life.

"Hips up," Percy commanded, gentle yet firm.

Nico mentally cursed how he moved automatically to Percy's will, naked and exposed, raw and vulnerable in a way he almost wanted to shy away from. He couldn't see Percy's face, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to, yet the inhale of ocean breeze from the pillow under his head and warm hands on his cheeks instantly stabilised him.

Trust.

He trusted Percy. Trusted he'd take care of him, trusted that he could hand Percy a new experience and Nico not leave with regret.

Maybe that's what scared him the most.

Although, as lips found his body once again, soft and gentle, the edge of fear subsided.

"Let me know if you need me to stop," was the only warning Percy gave, pressed into his skin, before hands separated Nico into two and a hot, wet strip licked down the middle.

A gasp tumbled out Nico's lips and his hands blindly gripped for the edge of Percy's mattress somewhere under the pillow.

Percy provided zero recovery time, not that Nico wanted him to. Not with the way Percy's tongue started near the back of his balls, licked upwards only to circle and flick his rim before continuing his journey upwards.

Over and over again, the pull under, to be brought back to the surface only to drown again as if Nico were food to be played with.

He could do nothing to stop it, wanted to do nothing, the sensation too good, chasing Percy's affection as he'd always done. His tongue deadly and Nico ignoring every danger sign of his mind to fall to the will of his body.

Although, somewhere in the haze of his skull and the groans that tumbled from his mouth, his mind couldn't help but shove its way in with the knowledge Percy had done this before.

Who with, Nico didn't know.

It shouldn't matter. It didn't matter.

It hurt all the same.

Pressure travelled up his thighs. Hands.

"You're thinking too much," Percy mumbled into Nico's lower back. "Should I be offended?"

Pressure left his thigh, travelled around his hips and wrapped all their digits around him. Hips snapped backwards as a moan he was sure was Percy's name ran free.

He was drowning. Drowning.

"That's better," came from somewhere behind him, followed by a low kiss.

A grin flashed over Percy's face and Nico braced himself for something silly yet annoyingly endearing to come out of Percy's mouth.

"I can talk to horses, trust me bro," grin evident in his voice.

Nico pushed him in the arm, Percy yelping and hands reaching out to save his laptop, as a smile tugged at Nico's cheeks. How he'd once tried to convince himself he didn't like this side of Percy, Nico wasn't sure.

"Or, wait, I'll get - what's his name? - Eurytion to be my reference and he can be all-" Percy put on a deeper voice- "dude cleaned out my stables once and they've never been cleaner. You should hire him."

The snort escaped Nico's nose before he had the chance to stop it. Then he made the mistake of catching Percy's eye before a burst of laughter escaped his mouth.

"What? Nico, I'm being serious!" Percy cackled, smile betraying his words.

Yeah, he was long past pretending this side of Percy didn't make his heart flutter in his chest and, somehow, fall a little bit more in love with the other demigod. So, Nico, just because he could, leant forwards and pressed a kiss to Percy's smile.

"And I'm not legally dead."

"Think you could make me legally dead? Would save me from this bullshit."

As Nico's eyes flickered open, the hand on Nico's chest began to trace patterns along his sternum.

"What time is it?" Nico's voice not above a murmur, still dragged down by sleep.

Fingers danced across, close to dangerous territory, and the haze of Nico's mind began to shift into a new alertness.

"Eight," Percy sighed.

Nico knew they were thinking the same thing.

Three hours.

Three hours before Nico was due back in his father's throne room and three hours until he left Percy behind in the light of the surface.

It was his choice to go, one Nico knew Percy wouldn't fight him on, he never once had even before they'd started dating, but it didn't change the heavy air that hung above them the morning before.

Goosebumps danced down Nico's skin in anticipation as gentle, almost ticklish touch circled around the nub that awaited attention.

Another kiss landed on his neck with a gentle tug of teeth as lips departed. Nico could already picture his father's face if he turned up to the Underworld marked by Percy Jackson yet it only made him want it more.

Nico wanted, needed the reminder that no matter what, Percy never denied him and he would be there always waiting for his return. After years of waiting, yearning, longing, he got to call Percy his.

"Let me have you before you go?" Percy's question a whisper over his ear.