Quality time, was just that. So very valuable, and a thing of distinct rarity- so when he got the chance to immerse himself in his mate, Nico would always take it and hold it tight.
What Nico had been doing prior to sauntering into the front room wasn’t altogether a mystery. Easter brought with it a nice long break, but it also brought with it its fair share Suffice to say, he was freshly showered. The richly scented, curling steam roiling over the door frame of the ensuite was testament to that fact. Down the stairs he’d scaled, towel looped loosely around his shoulders, the corner of which he’d taken and rubbed idly at the back of his neck before snaking it and depositing it over the banister to dry. He finger combed through his hair, dark strands damp and in disarray. He’d not thought to fix it since pulling on his clothes. Jeans, tight fitting olive green t-shirt. His hair, of course, would dry in a manner that would end up sitting beautifully, as it naturally was prone- the cut, such, that it would remain the extreme of low maintenance.
Nico could feel Law. He knew where he was, that he was calm and content.
So really, ‘stumbling’ across Law sprawled over the sofa may very well have been pre-meditated.
The beckoning was obviously for effect because, there was a snowball in hell’s chance that Nico would bypass his mate in favour of heading straight for the fridge. Not in a month of sundays. The draw was too strong, the need to be as close as he could physically be, feel the warmth of his skin and extinguish the spaces between them. He’d sunk over Law, settled with a knee hitched, half on and half off in a draping of forms and from then, all there was was him.
That smirk. Those impossibly dark eyes, and a scent that wound round his conscious mind.
Hearts and souls tied, but rarely would they find themselves in the same place. But- a kiss. A touch. It never took much to snare Nico, to take his attention and keep it. Not where this particular rendition of man was concerned. What started soft and affectionate, soon escalated as it was prone. Fuelled by a brazen need to be at one. It was a nuzzling of lips, that devolved into a claiming, devouring sort of gesture. Unashamedly, Nico’s hand slipped beneath the leading edge of Law’s shirt, smoothing explorative over the delicate skin of his stomach, lips pressed and the kiss languid. Deepening with time, and with want. Flavoured with need.
He’d side-eyed the book.
Cocked a brow, and smiled slow and heated.
One of his favourites. Pages and bindings, words in black on yellowed paper, dog-eared and well loved. Read over and over. In fact, he blindly reached for it just before it dropped, but the draw of Law’s mouth, his throat, his… Well, him, was too much. Nico’s world had narrowed right down. He grinned against his lips, kissed him and shamelessly ground against the meat of Law’s thigh. A pleased, contented rumble resonated just within his chest. His ass gripped, kneaded before they were rolled onto their sides. Legs tangled.
Law’s breath feathered over his lips, and Nico eyed him, hooded and lazy as the murmur flavoured the kiss. Those dark brown eyes opposite, closed still and Nico nibbled over the swell of Law’s lower lip-
“You want me to read, hm?” His eyes hooded, and the features at which he stared so soft and blissful it coiled heat through the very core of him. The bond tremoring, bending under the immense swell of love and affection that blossomed. Nico kissed him, soft and warm- a change from the devouring that he so desperately wanted to engage in. He reached over Law’s side, stretched out in search of the tome that had slipped to the ground with a dull ‘thud’.
Nico shifted over Law, rubbing over his thigh in a deep grind that was one part unintentional for the sake of the movement, two parts brazen and undeniably gorgeous. Hollowing his lower back, and pouring heat between them.
He was stayed, however. Chests pressed and his face cradled. Law’s hands, weapons in their own right, so gentle against his skin. Those lips, addictive and pressed to his- Nico practically purred, sensual and affectionate. A soft, rumble of contentment as he smiled against Law’s lips.
“Educate you, huh?” He quirked a brow, tracing the swell of Law’s lower lip with his tongue, and pecking him at the corner of his mouth-
“No…you tell it. It ain't the same if I tell it. Go on…George. How I get to tend the wabbits…” Nico quoted, the murmur brightened with a smile. The character’s voice mimicked in a way that would suggest that he had perhaps read the book, and seen the movie, more than once.
I love you. It gripped him. It always did. He beamed at Law, dark eyes glittering. Books and reading. Reading to Law, specifically, was something that Nico cherished. The number of times they had settled in a cosy nook, and Nico had read to him, on request of course. Or Law had appeared, stony faced and tired, and they’d nestled down on the bed, or with a bottle of wine with Law’s head in Nico’s lap, or with Nico’s back to Law’s chest- it was quality time. It was, always, something deeply special that Nico would cherish.
Wriggling his fingers, he strained over Law, stretched out- “Ugh...I can’t reach the book, Law.” He pouted, and frowned- leaning in to shamelessly press their lips in a warm, lazy kiss. Slow and sumptuous.
“You want me to read, and yet-” He tipped his head, and cupped the side of Law’s face, dropped his gaze to the flush of his lips, the smattering of stubble over his jawline, and every gorgeous sharp feature of his face in an unhurried sweep. His thumb pad brushed over the cusp of his cheek- “You are the biggest fucking distraction. You know, if it gets out of hand i’m not stopping...”
Nico chuckled, nuzzling their lips.
I love you, too.