!!!WARNING: VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED!!! IF YOU'RE A POTATO, A CINNAMON ROLL, OR AN INTOLERANT TWAT THAT HATES GAYS, TURN BACK!!! SMUTTY STUFF COMING!!!

Wills POV:
I pulled Nico onto my lap and turned him around so that he was straddling me. The blush on his face was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.  "Will what are you-" I cut him off, crashing my lips into his impatiently. He pulled away and cleared his throat. "Ahem... Will, I would love to keep going but-" "Butts are for sitting on, Di'Angelo. Now, let's pick up where we left off." I started kissing him again, and he melted into my lips, running his fingers through my hair and grinding into me, although looking back, I don't think he meant to do that. I felt my pants getting tighter, and he felt it too, because he blushed wildly and started palming my bulge. "Hah.. hah... Nico..." He smirked and continued to cause friction. I couldn't take it, so I started taking off his shirt, kissing his neck, leaving hickeys on his beautiful pale skin. "Mmm... Will..." His moans were just turning me on more, and I was getting harder, if that was even possible. I nibbled on a specific spot on his neck and listened giddily as he gasped and straightened, before melting back into me. "Will~" Nico arched his back slightly, taking his hand away from my crotch and gripping my shoulder tightly (A/N I swear, the rhyme was unintentional! Will is rubbing off on me too much!...... That sounds wrong in this context...), turning his head to give me more space. While I attacked his neck, Nico's moans motivated me to keep going, and I resolved not to stop until I'd made Nico cum again without even touching him from the waist down. "W-will.... I... I can't... hold..." I covered his mouth, smirking against his skin. "Go ahead. Cum for me, Death Boy..." The nickname sent him over the edge. The noises he was making filled the room, and I listened with joy as he moaned into my ear.

!!!Safe Now! Sorry About That!!!

 "You good, Neeks?" His breath was shaky as he pulled away from me, and I was surprised to see the tears in his eyes. "Woah, what's wrong!?" Nico choked back a sob, averting his eyes so that they wouldn't meet mine. "I never got to finish my sentence yesterday, Will." I stared at him in disbelief. Was that what he was upset about? "What was it, Nico?" I gave him an earnest look, searching for any anger or sorrow in his face. He slowly looked up at me, blushing a tiny bit. The Italian boy on my lap leaned forward, his lips right next to my ear. "I like you, Solace." And then he kissed me.

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