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“Right, well this is a good cue for me to catch up on sleep. We’ll talk again in the morning?”
“Hm?” Will looked up at them. “Yeah. I still want to run you guys through the first aid kits.”
“No worries,” Jason nodded. “... Have a good talk with Nico.”
He smiled — maybe a little too wide? Will decided it was for the best if he didn’t point it out, in case he said something he couldn’t take back. After all, it had been weeks after all since Jason and Nico had hugged in front of this cabin, and he still wondered from time to time if they felt… something towards each other. He had to reassure himself that something wasn’t there, even if it was unsaid. Especially when Nico had essentially reminded him not to.
They both left the cabin, leaving him alone and still on the bed. In the dark. Waiting.
Considering what he was going to do, what he could do to get Nico to forget about Jason — no, this wasn’t about Jason. This was about how Will was going to be there for him. How he would show him his love when they couldn’t touch each other, when they were both hundreds of miles apart.
Never forget who I belong to, understood?
Will licked his lips. I won’t, he thought. And I’ll make sure you don’t either.
The tessera activated again and Nico appeared in front of him. The room was obviously different, with the entire space Nico occupied seeming oddly subdued. It was much cosier: full of exquisite green drapery and outrageously fancy embroidery with what looked like actual silver thread. But between the heavy material of the comforter and curtains, and the harsh rigidity of the dark wood, it made Will worry. Wherever Nico was now, it looked claustrophobic from his perspective.
“How’s your breathing been?” He blurted out before Nico could open his mouth. “Where are you right now? It seems pretty compact.”
Nico’s eyes softened. “I’m in my dormitory. I’ve drawn the curtains and spelled them silent so that we can have some privacy.”
“And your breathing?”
“It’s fine Will. I have some issues with Potions class, but the inhaler helps. It’s not as big a deal here. We’re technically under the big lake… but none of my dorm mates seem bothered about it, so I’m not. Everything’s also decorated with these Medieval tapestries and stuff… it reminds me of my rooms in Father’s palace.”
The corners of Nico’s pretty mouth curved upwards in the most adorable smile Will had ever seen, and he found himself smiling back.
“Wish I was there with you,” he murmured. “I could massage the stiffness out of your limbs and help you control your breath.”
Nico’s pupils dilated. “I want that too. It’s always so cold here. Even with the warming charms and the heater in the room and everything… I wish you could warm me up.”
Heat began coursing all over Will’s body. He swallowed thickly and saw Nico shiver in response. Will wished to have those pretty legs wrapping around his torso, that pretty hair fanning on that fancy bedding. He’d had so many fantasies about taking Nico in the rooms of the Underworld palace that now that Nico had drawn attention to their resemblance to his current surroundings, Will could barely swallow down the impulse to somehow shadow-travel to him. No matter how impossible.
Nico’s legs parted and the fabric of his — dress? skirt? toga? — pooled tantalizingly in-between them. Will felt like he’d been set aflame. Were the Fates taunting him? Why is it that the first time he saw Nico in conveniently removable clothing in a fancy bedding deserving of his nobility, Will was unable to touch him? He was able to only watch and somehow find satisfaction and pleasure in that alone.
Nico was gorgeous, a person of indescribable beauty, an actual angel deigning to walk the earth and Will was not being allowed to worship him with anything beyond his eyes? Hateful. Absolutely unacceptable.
“Lift up your skirt for me,” Will ordered. “Don’t take it off.”
Hues of pale purple bloomed all over Nico’s face. “I-it’s not a skirt. They're my school robes, and they’re awful. I don’t have any other wizarding clothing.”
“I like them,” Will laughed. “You should get more robes. They suit you and it’d be easy access for me. That silk tie would also look pretty on your skin.”
Nico’s blush intensified… and he slowly began hiking up the robes above his knees. Will noticed they were beginning to pinken too. The hues of color spread across his skin until the patella looked sore and reddened, as if Nico had been kneeling.
A series of images flashed through Will’s mind: memories of Nico doing just that, of kneeling in front of him, plump lips opening so prettily and reddening with temptation as he sucked him off. It made Will’s blood boil in his veins with raw lust.
He had begun unbuckling his belt without even realizing, hand dipping below the waistband of his cargo shorts to wrap around his painfully hard cock.
He nearly cried out at the touch. Every bit of his skin was so heated it was unbearable. All he wanted to do was push forward and thrust into Nico’s soothingly cool body. It didn’t matter where. Mouth, hands, even that pretty hole of his, all of it was available to Will.
Or at least it would have been, if Nico wasn’t miles away on some quest that left them both pining for each other.
A pathetic whimper wrenched itself out of Nico’s throat. “Will…”
“Nico,” he purred in response. “What’d I say about your skirts, darling? Go on, lift them up. I want to see you.”
Another whimper, another keen. Will could hear the breath fluttering in Nico’s lungs as he resumed the motion. The stiffness of Nico’s limbs and the hollow popping noises of his ribcage were like a balm to Will’s soul. Nico was his. Nico was alive and wanted him, even if Will wasn’t physically present to manage him. The heat of satisfaction buried deep beneath his skin and coiled tightly in his belly.
He nearly purred again once the robes had been hiked up to the middle of Nico’s thighs.
“You wearing anything underneath them?” Will leaned forward. His smile was too wide and his eyes too bright, but he didn’t care. He wanted Nico. He wanted Nico to see how much he loved him.
Nico’s eyes averted to the side. “Of course I am! I’m not —”
The words trailed off but the action didn't. Sure enough, the familiar dark material of Nico’s boxer briefs was revealed by the hiked-up robes and Will couldn't stop the fondness creeping into his expression even if he'd wanted to. Nico was laying there in a fancy medieval castle, surrounded by tapestries and silks and fancy wood carvings on the beds and gods-know-what-else and yet despite the magical setting, despite the presence of the robes and the wand and all sorts of other tchotchkes Will couldn't even imagine, he was still the boy Will knew. He was still Will’s boyfriend, and hopefully one day, something more.
“I love you.” He told him, grinning from ear to ear. “You're my favourite.”
Nico’s eyebrows scrunched. He seemed so confused by the sudden mood switch, but his eyes still softened. The pale lights swimming in their depths swayed hauntingly and suddenly Will’s lungs burned with the need to kiss him.
Nico’s teeth toyed with his lower lip. The corners of his mouth were curved in a lovely smile. “I love you too. You're also my favorite.”
The tips of Will’s ears heated and his skin began to glow faintly. He felt so happy. He wished there was a way to climb through the tessera window and show Nico just how much he yearned for him at all times.
While he’d been lost in thought, Nico had managed to shimmy out of his underwear and was now staring at Will expectantly. His dark eyes glinted with amused anticipation and something about his expression seemed so haughty that Will immediately wanted to make him cry into the fancy pillows.
His throat felt like he’d swallowed flames. “Spread your legs for me, darling. I wanna see you dripping onto your fancy bedding.”
“I thought you didn't want me to take off my robes.”
“Ooh, who said anything about taking them off?”
His grin was sharper. Meaner. He saw the way it made Nico’s body shiver all over, until his reddened knees had to clamp shut so that they wouldn't just open completely.
Nico swallowed thickly. “I want to see you too.”
“Mhm, I bet you do.” He purred in response. “Let's make this easier for you, shall we?”
If Will had more patience, he would have dragged this out. He’d have made Nico fall apart on nothing but a couple of provocative words until Nico was begging to see his cock. He could envision it so clearly. Nico in his fancy robes in his even fancier bedding, all wet and wanton for him. Begging, with glazed eyes and panting mouth, for Will to strip. Nico loved making him lose control just as much as he liked Will exerting his over him. They both enjoyed this play, this downward spiral of driving each other insane with lust until they both lost themselves in the feeling of each other’s bodies colliding. They enjoyed dragging it out and indulging until their edges blurred. It left them both thrumming with overstimulation. It left Nico a whimpering wet mess.
Right now, Will didn't have the patience for it nor was the situation convenient. Will couldn't touch Nico. He couldn't kiss him nor caress him nor tease him. He couldn't feel the cold tingling of Nico’s slick on his tongue and he couldn't push into that pale trembling body to soothe the flames of passion rampaging inside him. So he did the thing he could — he stripped off his shirt before the smoke emitting from it could turn into a fire, and he shoved down his cargo shorts at record speed. Nico had already been able to see part of it from the opened zipper — Will didn't exactly wear more clothing than strictly necessary at any given time, including underwear — but now Will was fully naked and hard beyond belief.
And Nico was obviously appreciative.
“You’re drooling, darling.” He teased, giving himself a slow pump that was more for show than anything else.
Nico’s pupils were blown wide and his gaze remained transfixed on the shining hot precum beading at the head. Will took great pleasure in swiping it gently away with his thumb just to rub it down the protruding vein at the underside of his cock. Nico swallowed thickly. He didn't even seem to be blinking.
“You want my cock, baby?” He prompted again. “Wanna choke on it as I ram it down your pretty throat?”
Another shiver as Nico moaned and squeezed his eyes shut. His Adam's apple bobbed enticingly in a way that made Will want to follow its path with his tongue. His teeth began to itch.
Nico leaned forward. “You said you would help regulate my breathing.”
Will inhaled quick enough for the air to produce a wheezing sound. His eyes fell shut and he had to squeeze the base of his cock with how much it suddenly began to twitch and weep in his hands.
“I’m doing it myself. Show me your cunt,” He ordered through the ringing in his ears. “Show me, and I’ll teach you how to make your hands feel like mine around your throat.”
In a saner moment he’d have never phrased it like that. He had always managed to be more polite to Nico: not overly so, of course, it had still been meant to be dirty talk and Nico did enjoy a level of erotic degradation, but he’d never quite used that word to refer to Nico’s ass before. Sure, Nico was always tight and extremely comfortable to be inside and after their first time together, his body had even started to produce this strange starlit slick whenever the two of them had sex.
The descriptor had certainly crossed his mind once or twice. That didn't mean he’d been willing to say it out loud. But now, lust and raw need were coursing through his veins like liquid fire. He felt the scorch of it coiling in his belly, seeping underneath his skin until the very marrow of his bones burned with the ache to sink into Nico’s lovely essence. The words had come unbidden in the heat of the moment and for a brief second everything stuttered. The seconds, stretching into hours and back into seconds, made Will feel like Nico’s reaction to them was both too fast and not quick enough.
He saw the exact moment they registered. Nico’s eyes turned pitch black, the shadows that painted his eyelids suddenly rendered liquid enough to leak down his face, out of his face scars, as Nico’s head tilted back into a loud moan.
Will felt like his brain was full of static. He could barely force his mouth to form words. “Show me. I want to see which part of you is wetter. Need to know where to fill you first.”
Obediently, Nico’s mouth opened and his red tongue stuck out all pretty and spit-slick. Will wanted to lick the saliva off his adorably pointy teeth.
He thought he’d had to tell Nico off about the robes again but it wasn't necessary. Nico’s shadow-painted nails simply dug into the fabric of the green accents of the skirts and hoisted them upwards until they pooled around his bony waist.
Will’s throat dried up at the sight. Nico was sitting on the outrageously fancy bedding, open-mouthed and splay-legged. Will could see the shadows and colors winding around his skin and the embarrassment that made his pale constellation-like moles visible. He could see the way Nico’s pretty cock strained against his toned stomach and the way the soft patch of hair there glistened with shiny precum and the way said precum leaked down that unnatural calcite-smooth skin to mix with the starlit slick out of Nico’s clenching hole.
A wounded noise punched itself out of Will’s throat. The smooth unmarred texture of that pale skin glinted temptingly underneath the layer of lubricating liquid, and for a brief moment Will’s consciousness stuttered. He remembered what it felt like to bury his head between Nico’s legs, how much the skin underneath felt like smooth stone and how surprised he’d been at its softness. His lungs had flooded with the scent of rain, and he’d gone almost delirious with the need to sup it straight from the source.
He had been ravenous. He’d eaten Nico out way beyond over stimulation. He’d almost forgotten to move on to the part where he actually got to enter Nico the way they’d both been wanting him to, with how addictive that feeling had been. By the end of it, the smooth pale skin around Nico’s hole had reddened obscenely and wet from spit. Will had coaxed it open, stretched it with his fingers and his tongue and yet the second he’d pushed inside, its tightness had almost sent him straight to the Underworld. And it had always been like this ever since. Every time afterwards, even once the strange slick had appeared, had been the exact same. Will could spend hours driving the both of them mad with lust from the foreplay alone and still Nico’s body clutched at him like a vice the second he started pushing inside it.
Right now, Nico’s hole wasn't the reddened puffy thing that Will ordinarily thrust into, the one he’d spent an eternity coaxing. Now, it was simply the exact same pale smoothness as the rest of Nico’s skin. It was tight and furled closed, shiny with its own slick and Nico’s precum. It clenched periodically, at the same rhythm with which Nico’s knees pressed together and the realization made Will feel light headed.
“Are you getting horny over exposing yourself for me?”
His throat felt inflamed and his voice sounded rough, but he found it difficult to care about that when it had Nico melting under his gaze, and nodding shyly.
“When’s the last time you masturbated, darling? Your pretty cock is already straining so much and you're absolutely dripping from just a few words. Was I the last one to touch you?”
A body-wide shiver wracked through Nico and his knees folded closer. It was an act of embarrassment. Nico clearly meant to hide from Will’s gaze somehow, but even though the new angle meant Will couldn't see much of Nico’s erection anymore, the same couldn't be said about his entrance. It was even more exposed now, leaking its slick all over the dark robes and fancy bedding in a wonderfully seductive manner and it made Will’s teeth gnash together. He wanted to touch it so badly. He wanted to shove his fingers inside it until Nico was sobbing into his mouth.
“W-who else would’ve touched me?” Nico’s voice trembled.
It was meant to be an answer. Nico was simply responding to a playful quip in the same no-nonsense manner he always did when the topic came up… and yet something nagged at Will with the phrasing. Nico was acting strangely, his body oddly alerted. Will could see the goosebumps erupting over the side of his neck as if his dark hair was suddenly full of static.
The hand he’d been using to languidly jerk off paused. The question was on the tip of his tongue and he suddenly burned with the need to ask — to take this into a different direction entirely.
Who else do you want to touch you? He wanted to say. How do you want… us to touch you?
The tension rolled all over him. It wasn't unpleasant exactly. Nico was his soulmate. Both Bob and Gorgyra had told them so. Nico couldn’t leave, couldn't disentangle the threads of Fate that bound them together, and judging by the intensity of his jealousy whenever Will as much as noticed another person’s objective attractiveness, Nico didn't want to do that either. Not even remotely. So the rolling tension at the question he didn't dare ask wasn't bad. It was just different.
What would Nico even answer? Nothing, probably. He’d pretend not to understand. Regardless of everything else, Nico still had lots of issues leftover from growing up in an increasingly fascist Italy in the 1930s. No matter how much progress he’d made since then to acclimatising to the modern world, his life prior to Gaia’s defeat had been pretty awful too.
So what answer did Will expect? The truth? But how would the truth make him feel?
“Jason?” he blurted out suddenly.
Nico startled. His posture straightened and his knees folded even more but the amount of slick suddenly pooling underneath him was even more telling than the sudden deer-in-headlights expression that had taken over his face.
Nico swallowed thickly a few times. When he spoke next, his delightfully plump lips trembled faintly.
“He’s not here.” Nico enunciated carefully. “He can't have… plus, you know I love you. You are the person who is my boyfriend. Why would anyone else be allowed…”
The words were an echo to a couple of weeks ago when Jason had first shown up. Nico had been fucked full of Will’s cum, the entire cabin drenched with the smell of their lovemaking and yet Jason had stood in front of them, hugging Nico like none of that mattered to him. Like the hug could somehow make him blind to the ring of hickeys and bite marks all over Nico’s exposed neck. The tension in the air had been almost suffocation, heat and dense ozone colliding together, but then Nico had turned oblivious to all of it and he’d told Will exactly what he’d needed to hear.
Never forget who I belong to. Will has the say on what to do… I trust him to make the right choices, as with everything else.
It had been about the quest, but the words were buried right into Will’s heart. Nico’s expression had been so open and trusting. So tender. It resembled the one he was wearing now even underneath the layer of apprehension. It made something warm settle in Will’s chest.
Still, this was too big to deal with now. Nico had already told him more than he’d intended to, and if Will didn't distract him before his rational thinking returned fully, Nico might end up shutting down from embarrassment and anxiety. So he filed away the discussion and all the complicated thoughts it provoked for later, and simply allowed himself to sink back into the enjoyment of his boyfriend.
“I meant that I'm surprised you haven't touched yourself,” Will teased.
Nico frowned slightly. “It doesn’t feel as good. I can’t reach it properly.”
It took Will a moment to understand. He had to blink several times in succession, just to wrangle his own brain into submission long enough to process the words. That Nico couldn’t reach his own prostate wasn’t surprising. His fingers were much shorter than Will’s which were already the perfect length. The more unbelievable part was that Nico hadn’t jerked off.
Will knew that prior to their getting together the amount of times Nico had masturbated could be counted on one hand, and even that was a generous description. He also knew that Nico had no interest in topping anybody, that the one conversation they’d had about it just to ensure they were on the same page had resulted in Nico taking on the expression like he was being granted capital punishment. Not that dissimilar to Will’s own reaction, to be fair.
But Nico was always responsive when Will touched his dick or sucked him off. Granted both those things were usually accompanied by Nico getting fingered or flat-out fucked but it wasn’t like Nico had erectile issues or anything like that. There was no reason for Nico to have been avoiding playing with himself.
“What about jerking off? That feels good when I do it for you, doesn’t it?”
Nico let out a huff in frustration. “When you do it, yes. It’s just… I don’t know, it’s distracting. I don’t like it on its own, the sensation feels wrong. It’s not satisfying enough and it just annoys me.”
“Distracting?”
Nico ground his teeth. “Distracting.”
Will looked over at his sprawled form. Nico’s legs were still spread open but they were lying flat on the bedding now, propped up slightly by the bundled parts of the green duvet. He looked stiff and uncomfortable. His knees were bent at an obtuse angle in such a way that would no doubt produce a loud pop or a horrible grinding noise when he next moved them and, now that the arousal and adrenaline was leaving him, his chest was beginning to heave more and more. It made Will’s heart twist. It was so unfair. Nico had done so much good and yet he couldn’t even enjoy some ‘alone time’ properly.
Why did the gods leave us apart like this? He closed his eyes. Nothing will feel as good as when we’re together… no, that’s quitter talk.
“Wanna jerk off with me?” He suggested gently.
His erection had softened slightly but it would only take a couple of strokes to go back to the matter at hand. If Nico wanted to let go of some sexual frustration by watching him masturbate over IMs, then Will would make it as entertaining for him as possible. And if they could find a way for Nico to be able to cum over distance, that’d be even more ideal.
Nico’s head tilted to the side adorably and his eyes flitted downwards. His tongue darted out to wet his chapped lips, his long eyelashes fluttered enticingly, and Will didn’t need to be physically close to know the intensity of the desire currently coursing through him.
“I want to watch you,” Nico murmured through half-lidded eyes. “And I want you to… talk to me.”
“About what I’d do to you if I was there?”
The tips of Nico’s ears turned magenta. “And that thing about your hands. About teaching me.”
“I can do that.” Will grinned and resumed the languid strokes. “Come closer. I wanna see how you react to me.”
Nico’s blush increased but he followed the instructions. His pale legs spread further to help his torso slide down the bed and the movement made the robes bunch up even higher. The angle wasn’t the best but Will didn’t have to wait long for improvements. Nico simply grabbed some of the pillows and spare blankets and slid them under his butt for better adjustment.
Like this, Will could see everything: the rhythmic up-and-down of Nico’s toned torso, the haunting half-lidded gaze, the curve of his beautiful limbs and neck, even the tell-tale signs of his arousal. Nico was a vision all spread-out like this. Will didn’t even have to think about anything in particular to return back to the amorous feeling of before. The visual of Nico’s eyes dark with lust were more than enough.
“Higher,” Will instructed. “Like this. Careful not to press too harshly on your trachea.”
He used his own throat as an example, careful to overlay the fingers in the correct locations. His other hand was still stroking himself gently but all of his focus was on Nico’s movements. Erotic asphyxiation had been one of the first things his boyfriend had demonstrably wanted to be done to him and Will, who had always had a borderline unhealthy fascination with Nico’s pretty neck, had been more than happy to oblige. He never thought there’d come a time where he’d be unable to physically satisfy this impulse in the both of them and that he’d have to coach Nico through it.
Nico’s hand readjusted, following the instructions beautifully, and the resultant moan was so salacious that Will’s hips thrust harshly forwards. White spots erupted in front of his vision. He had to take several shuddering breaths just to wrestle himself under control.
“Oh…” Nico sighed. His mist-like breath came in stutters in-between his swollen red lips that made his half-lidded almost-liquid gaze look even more obscene. “Did you imagine you were thrusting into my throat?”
Will let out a curse and began to stroke himself even more harshly. His teeth began to itch with the urge to sink into the pretty body in front of him, and he ended up having to grind them together before he could even think about speaking.
“You’d like that?” He panted harshly. “You want me to hold down your pretty throat next time you suck me off?”
Dark glittery rivulets clung to the undulations of Nico’s scars. He was so aroused. Will could see it in the way his body trembled, in the way the reddened tip of Nico’s pretty little cock was positively weeping against his taut stomach. The precum mixed with the ever-growing pool of starlit slick underneath him.
Will felt parched. He was starving and ravenous, literally burning with the desire to lean forward and indulge in everything Nico was offering. His free hand sunk into the fancy vampiric bedding and bunched it up powerfully enough for the material to begin to glow faintly.
“You’d let me do that, baby? You’d let me fuck your throat and choke it the way you beg me to do it when I fuck your pretty cunt?”
Nico’s whole body arched under the force of the moan that wrenched itself out of him. Pretty, pretty, pretty, he was so pretty. Will was so lucky to have such a beautiful wonderful boyfriend that let him say such outrageous words and got off on it.
“Fuck me now,” Nico practically whimpered.
His whole body was trembling and his legs just kept spreading wider and wider, showing off his wet twitching hole as if tempting Will with it enough would somehow make it possible for the distance between their locations disappear into the ether. And gods, did Will wish that could happen somehow.
“Open yourself up for me.” He ordered, not even caring about how winded he sounded or how weird his hunching posture might look.
He couldn’t think about anything other than the tempting impossibility in front of him, how much he wished his hand came even a bit close to the feeling of Nico’s tightness clenching around him. So what if Nico disliked jerking off or couldn’t reach his own spots, so what if Will currently couldn’t do it for him. He’d find a way. Nobody and nothing would stand in the way of his desire to satisfy his boyfriend the way Nico deserved to be satisfied.
He didn’t even dare blink when Nico’s fingers began to do just what Will had said. Will watched their stiff, almost harsh movements, the way the frustration kept mounting in Nico whenever they physically couldn’t go any deeper no matter how the angle changed.
“Stop,” he said gently, once the tears clinging to Nico’s long eyelashes were borne from agitation instead of arousal. “I just want to see you. I want you to spread yourself open as much as you can, and show me just what I’m missing. That sounding alright, darling?”
Thankfully the tension in Nico’s limbs receded. His boyfriend slumped down with relaxed muscles, a faint smile on his lips and a delightful flush painting his body the most wonderful hues of purple. His dick was still twitching pathetically but Nico didn’t pay it any attention. Instead, his body slid even further and just like that Will found himself entranced by the sight of Nico’s pale elegant fingers curving against the rim of the slightly puffy hole and spreading it open.
Will’s throat turned drier than a desert. His eyes hurt, his ears began ringing and he thinks he might have even lost awareness of all feeling in his limbs but all of that paled in comparison to the lust and need ravaging his being. Nico’s insides were such a vivid red. They were pulsing with such vitality, producing so much slick with such obscene wet sounds that Will felt dizzy. His whole body lit up, beginning to glow like he’d been set aflame. All he wanted was to sink into Nico. He wanted to kiss him and fuck him and fill him. To get lost in the sensation of being one with his soulmate. To become deaf to all but the whining keens and heaving pants coming out of Nico’s chest.
“You’re so pretty.” He muttered reverently. “Always so wet and tight for me. So welcoming. I wish I could fill all your holes at once and never have to pull out.”
Nico gasped and more slick gushed forward. His insides pulsed even redder. Was Will even still tethered to this plane of existence or had he just died and gone to Elysium? Did he even care? He decided that he didn’t. Not as long as he got to have that.
“Will…” Nico’s voice was hoarse and the knot in his throat kept bobbing. “Will, look…”
It took him an embarrassingly long time to peel his eyes away from the enthralling vision of his boyfriend’s arousal and follow his gaze. He had to swallow a few times just to make himself process the words. Even then it was a struggle to look away. He was unsure how he managed it for long enough to look at what Nico was pointing out but when he did, he found his eyebrows rising. Nico’s sword was glowing. It was illuminated in the exact same way it had done when they were in Tartarus, and had managed to somehow combine their powers to rescue their friend.
Except this time it was different. Will wasn’t singing anything, and he certainly wasn’t touching the sword in any way and yet it somehow still burned, still glowed, still somehow managed to channel Will’s powers through it. He saw the thought in Nico’s eyes before it had even fully formed. Nico surged forwards, hand wrapping around the glowing handle and Will nearly choked on his own gasp.
“Oh, fuck.” He let out a high-pitched hiss. It was genuine bliss to feel Nico’s hands on himself again.
Nico swallowed thickly. “Can you feel that?”
And he proceeded to caress the blade from tip to handle. Will would have liked to protest otherwise — don’t touch the stygian iron! — but he couldn’t exactly do that at that moment. Oh, he could feel it alright. A strange sensation like a kind of tingling spreading across his soul, like an itch underneath his skin. It felt good, undeniably so, but not in any way he could possibly describe.
“Will?” Nico repeated, toying with the thick part of the handle in the way that had Will seeing actual stars. Lowering it to between his legs. “Is it good?”
“Yesss,” he hissed because he didn’t know how to say anything else.
“Oh…”
For a brief second, the two of them just stared at each other. Will didn’t have the brain power to form a single coherent thought whereas Nico seemed almost lost in his. But then something in his expression settled. He smiled angelically — the type of smile that Will would later remember in his filthiest of fantasies — and shoved the sword’s handle inside himself.
The resultant moan from both of them was loud enough to make some of the furniture in the Hades cabin tremble from the vibrato alone. Will felt like he was being driven insane. The sensation was so good, it felt so familiar and yet so strange in a way that made him want to claw out of his own skin just to be able to give into it more fully. He could feel Nico’s wetness clenching around him, and the soothing chill of his body. Could even feel the pulsation of life from Nico’s heart and veins.
It was a duller feeling, not nearly as intense as what sex with Nico felt like. But it was so much closer than what either of them would have been able to achieve on their lonesome that Will could see Nico nearly sobbing with relief. And he didn’t feel that far off from that himself.
“Fuck yourself onto me,” He ordered. “Show me how much you like it when I fuck your cunt.”
He didn’t care that he was referring to the sword as himself, or that his words were vulgar yet again, or even that Nico hadn’t technically made his feelings on that descriptor verbally known. Nico was moaning so much right now, the amount of slick gushing out of him was dizzying, and all Will cared about was fucking his boyfriend into completion even if he had to do so by proxy.
Nico, pillow princess that he often was, struggled to get the tempo right but that didn’t matter. Will synchronised his own movements with him anyway. He jerked off with the same speed and angles that Nico was using to slide onto the sword’s handle, and the illusion made the situation even more electrifying than before. It didn’t matter that they weren’t in the same room, or that the sword felt stranger and duller than actual intercourse ever did. The two of them were so thirsty for each other that they didn’t care. It was good enough to pretend they were together in actuality, that Will really was fucking into Nico’s pliant body while his boyfriend moaned and sobbed and writhed. All he could think about was how good it felt and how much he wished he could nevertheless personally pleasure Nico.
Part of him even lamented not having access to their future immortal powers yet. How easy would it be if he could just be in several places at once. If one version of him was fucking into Nico the way Nico always begged to be fucked while another thrust in-and-out of that pretty throat. At least now they could use the sword handle to mimic one of the sensations but wouldn't it be so much better if they could —
A loud moan interrupted his thoughts. Nico was so close to cumming now. His whole body was twitching and trembling like crazy. Back arching off the bed, toes curling into the sheets, even the reddened stretched-out rim of his hole kept clenching and leaking more and more slick with increasing viscosity.
Will hungrily licked his lips, panting. “Wanna taste you. Wanna eat you out. Wish I was doing it now. Wish I could do it all the time.”
Even more lasciviously: he wished he could have a cup or a bottle or anything full of Nico's arousal so that he could consume it whenever he wanted. He felt feverish even thinking about it now. His fantasies were vivid enough to almost taste it on his tongue.
Nico moaned even louder, stomach going taut and rhythm becoming disjointed. Will sped up his own hand in response, the room filling with each other's pathetic noises and the wet sounds of slapping skin. Not long now. Not long at all.
“Next time I fuck you, I'll be able to stuff both you holes full,” Will managed to grind out in-between heaving breaths. “You want that? Getting fucked in two places at the same time?”
Another loud moan as Nico's body grew taut like a bow string. Will could see the way his dick kept twitching uselessly against his belly, and knew Nico was probably only a few sentences away from oblivion.
Will’s eyes hurt so much, his vision began to white out in the corners. He was jerking his own cock hard enough to give himself sunburn, but he didn't care. He wanted to embed his boyfriend’s pretty face into that posh bedding until his showy glittery tears were part of the embroidery.
“Where would you prefer me, darling?” He panted, hips thrusting up into his fist at an impossible pace. “Should I choke you and fuck your throat while you ride that sword? Hm?”
Nico’s eyes squeezed shut. A spiderwebs of black veins and pale constellations erupted all over his pleasure-wrecked face that soon buried itself into the silky dark-green pillows. Will felt like his own brain was rapidly overheating.
“Or…” He paused to push a burning-white curl out of his eyes. “Would you rather you keep your mouth busy while I empty myself in your cunt?”
Will barely had time to finish speaking before Nico was suddenly cumming with a sob. Loud and trembling, completely drenched in liquid shadows, pleasured tears, and slick and precum shiny like countless stars. Nico’s orgasm looked like the whole universe was willing itself into being and Will wanted nothing more than to watch it but he couldn't. Not with how indescribable its beauty was, how full of love it made his chest feel, how deliciously Nico’s wet hole clenched around him.
He was cumming before he'd even realized. Even through the dulled, oddly-distilled sensation through the glowing sword-handle, the contractions of Nico’s insides were driving him insane. Nico was milking him, drawing more and more cum out of him until Will’s hands were overflowing with his own spend and yet that somehow wasn't the worst part. Because Nico was glaring at him with wet half-lidded eyes and pouty puffy lips as if Will’s cum not ending up inside him was some great injustice towards his person.
Will had to bite his lip not to laugh or curse. Nico was so insatiable after sex. His body was so relaxed and malleable, it was so easy sliding into him and drawing the most delicious of sounds because Nico just kept begging, and wanting, and craving. Nico craved pleasure, love, comfort. They aroused him. Seduced and tempered him in equal measure in a way that left him a wanton fucked-out mess that wanted to do nothing but obey and please and relax. Simply enjoying the hazy lust-filled comfort of post-coital bliss. Nico fell into this sort of sub-space so easily and all Will wanted to do was utterly besottedly indulge him.
He hated that he couldn't do so now.
“Come on, darling, let's get you up.” He coaxed gently while trying to wipe off all the rapidly-drying cum off his fingers. “You’ll be cold like this and you still need to eat something for breakfast. Be good.”
Nico just blearily blinked at him and buried further into the pillows. He looked ridiculous. His dark hair was fanning every which way, his robes were all bundled up around his waist and the sword laid uselessly — and very wetly — in a puddle of slick from where it had slid off between Nico’s trembling splayed legs.
Will had to close his eyes and count to 10 just to avoid getting hard again. Something his cock already seemed eager to do, given the feast in front of him.
“Nico.” He repeated, this time more sternly. “Get up and get dressed. Unless you want to go to breakfast dripping slick all over the place.”
The twitch of Nico’s flaccid dick and reddened hole was instantaneous as was the absolute explosion that went off from behind Will's eyelids. He had to swallow thickly several times before he could speak again.
Why, why in the name of Apollo, did Will have to find out his boyfriend apparently had some level of exhibitionism for a kink, the one time he couldn't do anything about it?! What the fuck kind of injustice was this???
He took another deep breath and exhaled even slower. Patience. Not being able to do anything about it now simply meant he had more time to plan on how to fully take advantage of it later. Will wasn't exactly opposed to exhibitionism after all. Quite the opposite in fact. They'd have plenty of time to explore it later. Thoroughly so.
Thankfully, the usage of the ‘doctor tone’, as Nico called it, and likely some perceived sense of urgency helped Nico recover fairly quickly. Will even got to watch him cast some kind of simple magic to get the bed cleaned up again.
“Thank you, caro.”
Will felt an urge to return to his dick, but he forced himself to ignore it. “Will you have time for breakfast?”
Nico paused from where he was shimming up a fresh pair of underwear — another pair of the exact same black boxer briefs that were now ruined, by the edge of the bedframe — up his legs.
“Yeah, it should be fine. If not, Reyna will save me something. It won't be long until lunch either.”
“Good,” Will said through a yawn. The lack of sleep and the post-coital fatigue were finally catching up to him. “Make sure to eat something, you hear me, di Angelo? Be good.”
The corners of Nico’s mouth curved pleasantly upwards. “Why? Are you gonna spank me otherwise, Doctor Solace?”
Will ignored the eruption of goosebumps that erupted all over his spine at the words and simply raised an eyebrow at him. “That’d just be rewarding you with a good time. How about, if you're a good boy and don't skip any meals on purpose and look after yourself until I can next take care of you… I'll give you whatever you want, hmm? You’ll wear nothing under your robes, and I’ll pull you right over my knee and spank you and finger you and whatever else you want for the whole world to see, if that's what you want.”
Nico's eyes immediately dilated again and he looked so adorably startled that Will felt himself twitching in his pants again. Gods, Nico was so easy sometimes, Will absolutely adored him.
He couldn't help but grin, his gaze full of promise. “That sounding good to you, honey?”
“Yeah…” Nico breathed out. His Adam's apple bobbed several times as he obviously struggled to swallow down the saliva pooling into his mouth. “Yeah, that sounds… good.”
They looked at each other for a while with eyes full of meaning. They both knew that even if the thing Will suggested didn't happen exactly as described, then it was still a direction in which they could take their relationship. They recognized another way to achieve pleasure with each other and were both eager to explore it. They had nothing if not each other for eternity after all.
“I should probably go now,” Nico mumbled dejectedly.
The eyeliner-like shadows on his face were still a bit too smudged and the skin around his scars was still a bit too tender, but it was still acceptable. Reyna and Lou Ellen both knew what a ‘private conversation’ meant as did Jason and Leo. There was no hiding this in any meaningful way. Not that either of them wanted to.
“Okay.” Will agreed easily. “Be safe, be careful, and make sure to keep me updated. I’ll meet up tomorrow with Leo and… Jason.”
For a second, a complicated expression flitted onto Nico’s face before it disappeared. Maybe it was Will’s imagination, but the shadow at the corner of Nico’s eye seemed to smudge just that tiny bit darker at Jason’s name before it settled back to normal. Oddly, the possibility didn't bother him too much.
What was the use of jealousy when Nico was Will’s soulmate, not Jason's. Will was the one who managed to fuck him stupid just now too, despite not being physically present. The difference was night and day between them.
Ah, who am I kidding. He rubbed his eyes. We’ll see how I feel when the high comes down tomorrow.
“You should be careful as well,” Nico urged. “Some things about this world are really dangerous, and deeply hidden. Just… be safe. I love you.”
“Love you too, babe. Don't worry about us, we'll be fine.”
“I know. I trust you,” Nico smiled cutely. “I will talk to you later. Send my love to Jason.”
“Bye! Wait —”
Will barely managed to call out before the IM window closed and the tessera deactivated. He plopped back down onto the coffin-like bed, feeling slightly dazed. His heart was thumping quickly and for some reason his mind wouldn't stop replaying a good chunk of Nico's reactions to some of the dirty talk. As well as how bashful his face had looked when saying goodbye just now. And did Nico actually…
No. Not an issue — and even if it was, it wasn't for right now. First, he needed to catch up on his sleep. After that… well, we’ll see.