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"Seems like everything's a little... tense over here," Kayla mumbled through a mouthful of pancake, oblivious to the silent war erupting beside her.

Will squeezed his eyes shut, the sound of her voice an unwelcome intrusion. He forced himself to focus on Nico, on the dark glint of amusement in his eyes and the slow, maddening tease of his touch. Nico wasn't just torturing him physically; he was playing a dangerous game with Will's control, and Will was losing spectacularly.

With a slow, deliberate stroke, Nico traced a circle around the sensitive bud, sending shivers cascading down Will's spine. He let out a soft moan, the sound muffled against the fabric of the table napkin clutched in his hand. Nico's lips twitched into a smirk, a dark echo of the one that earlier resided on Will's face.

"Maybe a little too tense," Nico murmured, his voice a low rumble against Will's ear. Then, with a final, agonizingly slow stroke, Nico cupped Will fully in his hand. The gasp that escaped Will's lips this time was loud enough to attract a few curious glances from nearby tables. Thankfully, Kayla was too busy dissecting her pancake stack to notice.

Will's vision swam, the room tilting at a precarious angle. He could barely hear Nico's voice anymore, just a distant echo drowned out by the roaring in his ears. He was a puppet on a string, his body reacting purely on instinct to the ministrations of Nico's touch.

Just as Will thought he might shatter from the delicious tension, Nico squeezed gently, a slow, rhythmic pressure that sent a wave of heat crashing through him. It wasn't a painful pressure, but a building one, a slow crescendo that tightened the knot of tension in his gut. Will felt his breath hitch, a strangled gasp escaping his lips. The world narrowed down to just the pressure in his hand, the feel of the cool metal chair digging into his back, and the muffled sounds of the dining hall fading away to a dull hum. Will moaned again, the sound a desperate plea that he couldn't quite control. He choked back a sob, his head falling back against the chair.

The world tilted again, then righted itself. Nico's touch lingered for a moment longer, a searing brand against his skin, before finally pulling away. Will slumped forward, breathless and trembling, feeling raw and exposed. He barely registered Nico's whispered, "There, there. All better now, Solace?" before his head fell to the table with a heavy thud.

Kayla finally looked up, her brow furrowed. "Will? You okay? You look like you fainted."

Nico watched Will crumple forward, a smug smirk playing on his lips. He wasn't finished, not entirely. This was payback, a taste of his own medicine, but it was also a delicious power play. He'd shown Will exactly who held the cards, at least for now.

"Don't worry, Kayla," Nico said, his voice dripping with mock concern. "He just gets a little... lightheaded sometimes." A blatant lie, but Kayla, bless her oblivious heart, just shrugged and went back to her pancakes.

Will, however, wasn't quite out of the game yet. He lifted his head slowly, a dazed look in his eyes, but a flicker of defiance simmering beneath the surface. "Lightheaded, huh?" he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

"See?" Nico said, batting his eyelashes innocently. "Totally out of it."

Will's eyes narrowed. He knew he couldn't keep this charade up for long, not under Kayla's watchful, albeit unobservant, gaze. But he needed a moment, a chance to gather himself before the inevitable round two.

He reached up, rubbing a hand over his face, trying to scrub away the aftershocks of Nico's touch. "Yeah, maybe some fresh air would be good," he said, his voice shaky.

"Great idea!" Nico chirped, a little too enthusiastically. Maybe a little too worried about Will recovering too quickly.

Will pushed himself away from the table, legs wobbly beneath him. He needed to get out of here, away from the heat radiating off Nico and the watchful, though clueless, eyes of his sister.