#good practice though

"You look so pretty like this," Satoru muses, thumbing at your lip.

"You can't be serious," you look up at him in astonishment, irritation creasing your forehead.

You're covered in an awful mixture of blood and curse guts head to toe, hair a tangled mess, and clothes half-shredded. It was a rough day at the office, clearly, having strolled in only to be slapped with a special grade that was supposed to be Gojo's to deal with. Naturally, he had sweet-talked his way out of doing his job, as was his inclination, and you had to pick up the slack. You aren't sure if smacking him or landing a knee between his legs sounds like the better option; even if you won't actually make contact, it would sure as hell make you feel better.

"Of course I'm serious," Satoru places a hand delicately over his chest in a show of mock offense, "when am I not?"

"I'm not answering that," you scoff, pushing past him across the threshold of his outrageously large penthouse apartment. Your annoyance is momentarily soothed by the bloody footprints you're leaving as you track into his otherwise-pristine kitchen. Have fun bleaching that, asshole.

"Someone's in a mood," Satoru clicks his tongue, following you.

"Yeah, I am in a mood," you growl, turning to face him and hating how far you have to tilt your chin up to glare at his blindfold, "that was your curse to deal with, not mine!"

"It was a sorry excuse for a special grade," Satoru brushes you off, tries to cup your cheek tenderly, frowns when you swat him away, "you know I'd never give you anything that could actually stand a chance against you."

"Not all of us can be The Strongest," you mock him, rolling your eyes, "that was a dick move on your part."

"I'm sorry, angel," Satoru coos, leaning in to smear a stray drop of blood across your cheek, "was I being selfish?"

"Yes," you hiss, biting back the rush of arousal that floods through your body when he lifts his blindfold, peers down at you with those icy blue eyes.

"I was, wasn't I?" Satoru backs you into the counter, pulls your chin between two strong fingers and turns your head back and forth, studying you. "But how could I not? Look at you."

"Bruised and bloody?" You cock a disbelieving eyebrow at him. Satoru shakes his head quietly, tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

"Maybe it's fucked up," he muses, moving his hand down to squeeze lightly over your throat, pull a short gasp out of you, "but I love looking at you like this. You're so small, so precious, but so...lethal."

You whimper in your throat, already brought to your knees by his proximity, the unyielding pressure of a hand that's so strong, unstoppably so, gently pressing into the giving skin of your neck. You know what he means; if you're honest with yourself, watching Gojo fight is hot, watching him defeat anything that dares to challenge him with ease.

"Satoru," you breathe out, hardly above a whisper. The corner of his mouth quirks up, cruel and curious.

"You still mad at me, angel? Need me to make it up to you?"

You nod, arching your back towards him as he works at the buttons of your shirt, slides it off of your shoulders. Gojo hisses appreciatively under his breath at the rise and fall of your chest.

Now, normally, Percy would admire, but be able to control himself, if not for the fact that the wallet had been on his nightstand, and Nico, just as impatient as he was, had just crawled over his bed, with him still in it, and grabbed the wallet while his neck was just inches from Percy's teeth.

Percy's mouth watered as he inched forward to take a bite.

But as soon as it started, it was over, with Nico leaning back and smiling, apologizing for waking Percy.

It had only gotten worse from there.

Nico had the bright idea to position himself right above him while climbing the lava wall. Wouldn't be so bad, if he hadn't been wearing baggy shorts (that Percy was sure actually belonged to him) that let Percy look as much as he wanted whenever he glanced up (and made sure to keep Percy below him, as no one else should be seeing that.)

During lunch, he had decided to take advantage of the fact that the Hades table was just for him to stretch on the long seat, giving Percy an eyeful of his bare legs.

But the worst had been sword practice where, supposedly to let the younger campers know how to best move while swinging a sword, he had ditched his usual shirt and changed into a fishnet top (Who did that? It was even worse than just fighting shirtless!)

"He's doing it on purpose," Percy almost growled as he looked at Nico. Grover raised an eyebrow.

"Obviously?" He said as he munched on a tomato soup can. "Even the Ares cabin could tell you that."

"Why? Why not just come and ask?" Percy asked, about to pull his own hair off. "He knows I'll do it, we're dating!"

"Percy, Percy, Percy," Grover said as he tsked, disappointed. "He doesn't want to ask."

"Then what does he want?!" Percy almost shouted. A few campers turned to look at him, but he was way too frustrated to be self-conscious.

"Look, I'd normally tell you to figure it out yourself, but our link is making this day feel really uncomfortable for me," Grover said. "He wants you to take action. Without being asked."

And that was how, ten minutes later, Percy had nicked his shoulder ("Good job, Jared!") and asked Nico to take him to his cabin's salt water fountain for healing.

They barely reached the river before Percy pushed him against a nearby tree.

"Percy!" Nico exclaimed, but he didn't look surprised, just amused. "People can see."

"Let them," Percy muttered as he willed the river water to heal his injury. It had just been a scratch, after all. "You have been asking for this all day."

"Asking for what?" Nico said innocently, even batting his eyelashes in confusion.

Percy actually growled this time as he bit Nico's neck harshly, right below his stupidly hot spiked collar.

Nico yelped, only for all sound to cease as Percy started sucking the spot.

Percy looked up briefly, only to see Nico's mouth frozen in a perfect 'o' at his actions.

"Don't act like you don't know," he huffed, pressing his crotch against Nico, who let out a smal 'ooh' sound. "All day, you've been tempting me, showing yourself off."

"I... I wasn't—"

"You wanted this to happen." Percy accentuated every word with a thrust of his hips. Nico wrapped his arms around his neck for balance and exposed his neck further.

Percy went for it and continued further down, leaving marks all over his neck and shoulder as he started to tug on his fishnet top.

Percy stopped as soon as the offending article of clothing was off. Nico looked at him in bemusement.

"Admit it," Percy said, frowning. "You'll get what you want if you do."

"D-don't act like you don't want it too!" Nico said. "I can keep this up all day, can you?"

Percy snarled at the challenge. He pulled on Nico until they were further into the woods and outside of any prying eyes and then pushed him until the son of Hades was laying on the grass and Percy on top of him. Nico smirked victoriously, only for his eyes to widen when Percy calmly undid his pants.

He bit his lip.

"Two can play that game," Percy said as he janked Nico's borrowed shorts and underwear down too before pressing against him once again, finally allowing some skin-onskin contact. His mouth hovered over Nico's nipple. "Admit it."

Nico bit back a whimper and looked at him for a second.

"Make me," he said in a tone halfway between haughty and begging.

Percy bit again.

----

"Why do you do this to me?" Percy asked, mortified as he helped Nico dress up.

"It's really hot when you let loose," was all Nico said, voice still a little blissed out. He was still shirtless, his fishnet top lost somewhere outside the woods. "It's been a while since that happened."

Percy eyed the purple spots all over Nico's chest and legs, and was ashamed that the first thing he felt when looking at them was pride.

"Are you okay, though?" Percy asked in worry. Nico rolled his eyes.

"I'm not made of glass, Percy," he said, but wobbled a bit when he tried standing up. Percy was on him in a second, helping him up. "But I guess reaching a bed would be nice next time."

"I'll take you to your cabin," Percy said, sighing. "The sword training is long over anyways."

"Oh no, I'm such a bad teacher," Nico mumbled sarcastically. "However... I have no other commitments so... round 2? Or is it 3?"

Percy groaned as he started dragging him towards the cabins, making sure to take a path with as few campers as possible.

"You want to kill me," Percy accused him. Nico laughed.

"You had fun," Nico said. "And so did I. Isn't that what matters?"

Percy rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly at his boyfriend.