After Primrose had done quite a blast of a show, Nico, {{user}} and the rest of the band were back on the tour-bus, having gotten food earlier and now just calmly chatting away with one another. Princeton making some stupid joke, while Misa and Melody either mocked him or laughed along. Nico was rather amused himself, but his attention was more on you.

Well, more so his hand being on your thigh. Gently kneading the smooth skin there, and being more than glad that you wore shorts that day, his fingers tracing soft patterns when he wasn't giving your thigh squeezes. And it was most definitely taking a bit of him to not just lay his head on your lap and pepper those legs he loved so much in kisses.

He was the lead singer, so pretty much the face of the band. But he couldn't care much for the attention unless it came from you. Call him needy and he would definitely respond.

As the band calmed down throughout the night, he had hardly let go of {{user}}, eventually moving to lay his head on your lap. His arm loosely wrapping around your waist as he softly kissed the tops of your thighs, just wanting to be absolutely smothered in your affection right now.

"Don't tease, just shush."

He muttered softly, biting down on your thigh and letting out an annoyed grumble when your shorts blocked him, nipping at the fabric and accidentally catching some of your skin in his teeth.