Disclaimer: PJO/HOO belong to Rick Riordan. While, Fablehaven is owned by Brandon Mull.
N/A: English is not my native language. I hope you can forgive my mistakes. Some stories here will have a kind of linear connection, while others do not.
Warnings: Grammatical errors. Established relationship. Post-Books. OOC. Slash.
Better than Midas
The truth is there is no way to determine who it is that starts the whole thing. Really, they just bind her lips after a brief pause or when the adrenaline is too high, sometimes they tempt fate (much, according to Nico); crashing their mouths, holding on to each other's arms. Competing at times to try to see which one has better resistance.
Sometimes he is, other Nico. Their tongues tangled and call to each other, colliding teeth sending a slight feeling of pain that is soon forgotten because of the moist heat that only increases when both take each other's faces with their hands. Making a kind of waltz with his lips, kissing the cheeks, nose, eyelids, neck, ears. With hands slowly down her neck, passing them over his shoulders, down as smoothly as they can; producing a tremor shaking their bodies. To finally settle on the hips of the other.
Nico looks at Seth. Seth looks at Nico. Smiles accomplices and challenging looks.
"Can I kiss you please?" Seth throws a crooked smile, stroking his nose with his left cheek Nico "They're like the Midas touch" whispers, in an attempt to incentivize.
"Firstly: what these already doing, asshole. And second: I do not want to become solid gold"
"You will not. It's just that my kisses are worth the same as gold of Midas"
"I'm not sure if I believe you," explained the italian, looking away from him for a second, articulating his voice in a tone of indifference "I'd like a sample first"
"Very clever, sir," admitted Seth, looking back at him inching his mouth, "It will be as you wish"
"What is not always as I wish?"
"Touche"
N/A: Would be very happy if you let me know your opinion on the story, or if I made an error in my way of writing.