Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

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Cw: Gets kinda heated not super graphic and still very fluffy though.

WILL POV:
School allowed Nico and I to take the week off following the trial, and we were still deciding if it was a good idea to even try and go back, especially considering we would have only three weeks left.

My mom knocks on the door and peaks her head in, "Work just called and asked if I could cover a shift tonight, any objections?"

"Go ahead," I say smiling. "We're okay."

She smiles back, "Alright." She closes the door behind her and I hear her tell the person on the other end of the phone she'd be there soon.

"We'll have the house to our self tonight," Nico says casually, drawing shapes on my chest with his finger.

"Yep," I agree, though I don't know why he's pointing that out.

"So we can do whatever we want," he adds.

"Well what did you have in mind?"

He shrugs. "I don't know," he says in a way that I can tell he's lying, which worries me.

I frown, "What did you want to do?"

Nico smirks as he looks up and locks eyes with me. "Haven't decided yet, just pointing out the obvious at the moment."

I chuckle, "Your a weirdo."

"I'm your weirdo," he shrugs and leans in to kiss me.

I kiss him back with a chuckle that he uses to his advantage, he shoves his tongue in my mouth. It causes me to-embarrassingly-moan into his mouth, because it caught me off guard. I feel him smirk as he continues to swirl his tongue around in my mouth with all the grace of a baby deer. I don't even care that he is not using any of the skills I know he possesses because I'm just so god damn happy to have Nico. He's been in a really good mood the past few days which I was not expecting. I figured the following days after the trial were going to be a bit rough and consist of me sitting in the corner so Nico can pretend I'm not there but I can still make sure he doesn't hurt him self. Instead I'm laying here with Nicos tongue halfway down my throat.

He snakes his hand up my shirt and rubs his thumbs over my nipples. Ever since he learned how sensitive they seem to be he tends to use it to his advantage. I groan when he gently pinches them between his pointer and thumb.

"Can I take your shirt off?" he asks me pulling off of my lips so he can look me in the eye.

I smile and nod, and he wastes no time in grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. He throws it the side and leans down to start kissing and licking across my collarbones, and eventually chest. He flicks his tongue over my nipple and I gasp, my hand finding his hair to keep him there when I feel him start to pull off.

I card my fingers through his hair as he kisses my chest, leaving a trail of hickeys in his path. When he starts to get rousingly close to my lower stomach I expected him to stop but he keeps on going until he's at the edge of my sweats. He smirks up at me and moves back up to my lips. If I didn't know any better I would have thought he was high or something with how bold he is being.

He places a hand on my thigh, so close to me I know he must have seen where my jeans are getting a bit to tight. His hand then trails up to my face to cup my cheek as he continues to kiss me.

He pulls off, panting and flushing pink. "Get on top of me," he tells me as he looks me in the eye.

I blush because I know he is gonna be able to feel my erection if I do so, but I can't say no to him when he is looking at me with his big brown eyes. He looks so sure of himself.