Solangelo One-Shots

Inktober #12: Against The Wall

it gets Heated™️ bc I love my boys being good to each other, aka some kissing. I mean, really, look at the prompt. I had to have them making out. 

Nico's Pov

I was pissed. Shitty thing after shitty thing was happening and Will was too busy to calm me down after every little event like he usually could. It became a lot of anger really fucking quick, quite frankly, and at the end of the day I was done.

I walked into my cabin, completely prepared to either collapse and go to sleep or punch something.

What I didn't expect is my angel to be waiting for me with open arms.

"Whoa whoa whoa, Nico, gods you look ready to murder, don't do anything rash-" I was apparently obviously fuming as I walked in.

I rushed at Will, pulling him close and kissing him hard.

"Never mind, do whatever you want." He mutters. I chuckle, holding onto the back of his neck and continuing to kiss him.

"Wait wait wait, babe what happened?" Will asks me. I shake me head.

"Unimportant, tell you later, just..." I look him in the eye.

Will's Pov

He's the lustiest I've ever seen him. Looking him in the eyes tell me that quickly. I don't know what the hell happened throughout the day, I was too busy cooped up in the Infirmary.

So I don't know where it's coming from, the rage nor the look in his eyes. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't love it. I love him being in charge, him being dominant- I never told him that, and I realize that I should.

"I'm yours." I tell him. He smiles, closing his eyes again and sticking his tongue down my throat.

Suddenly, he's got a hand on my chest and pushing me backwards, and I'm against the wall. My hands are just above my head and I'm completely fine with it. More than fine. He still has that look in his eyes, and he smirks, looking me up and down.

"You're so hot." He tells me softly.

"W-wait, babe, you know I can't-" I start.

"I know, I know. And that's okay. I wasn't planning on it. Can I keep kissing you, though?"

"Please do. You have full kissing permissions, everywhere." I smile. I always like when he asks for consent, which he almost always did. And telling him he can do whatever he wants was always amazing.

He keeps kissing me hard against the wall, and I can't do anything about it, and it's amazing. I know that if I tell him to stop, he will, 100%. But because I don't, he kisses me and slowly starts kissing up and down my collarbone and neck-and it's amazing.

"I love this. I love you." I tell him as he kisses my neck. He doesn't respond. I can tell that it's mutual, though.