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Nico touches himself carefully, as if the world will crumble if he makes one false move.
He traces his fingertips along his hard length, letting his nails scrape the delicate skin lightly, relishing the slight pain that comes with their rough drag. Another touch, his fingers move along the slit, dipping them in the beads of precome as his mind is filled with the sight of Percy, his eyes scrunched up as he moves into Nico. He moans as he remembers the mesmerizing sounds that flow out of Percy's mouth, grunting and moaning as he pushed, pushed, pushed Nico further and further down the rabbit hole.
He shudders, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge; just thinking about Percy is enough for him.
He feels his stomach contract and his body stiffen as he comes, thinking only of Percy's rough hands caressing his body, his teeth biting into Nico's pulse, his rhythm brutal, leaving Nico breathless.
Degenerate, his mind whispers at him.
A low chuckle escapes his lips as he wraps himself up in the blanket strewn over his bed. He's the Dirty Little Secret of the Hero of Olympus. He's the Mistress, seducing the good, kind, loyal Hero away from his happy ending. Pulling him away from the Golden Girl with his greedy fingers, wanting to keep the Hero all for himself.
But the Hero only comes to him when he wants a good fuck; Golden Girl is too golden to handle the rough ways of the Hero.
He's the whore that the Hero enjoys just for a night when the Golden Girl isn't there with him.
He's the Whore.
Degenerate, his mind reminds him, and he agrees, feeling the first tear escape his eyes.