"Why is that insulting? I think it's quite the compliment, gorgeous." Peter snorts and shakes his head. "Because I don't have to sneak off. If I leave my council, people know who I'm going to spend my nights with." Not that Harry wouldn't make a noble and dedicated knight. They're taking this metaphor too far, but imagine Peter in a crown. Royal colors would look good on him. Oh, absolutely. The girls at the lab just loved to tease the shit out of him when he came back from his lunch break with his lab coat rumpled. Peter laughed and caught Harry's hand in his own. "Don't bother, I like a little exotic. Your brand, anyway."
"You laugh, but I'm not convinced you understand the gravity of your own situation." Peter teased, threading his fingers through Harry's. "I'm definitely a jerk. Your jerk. Tough break, babe."
"What?" Peter echoed sweetly, swallowing his snickering. It was just so easy to wind him up! Peter was genuinely enjoying the flustered red splotches decorating Harry's cheeks, and he grinned, leaning in to press a kiss into Harry's hair. "Am I wrong, though? If I can talk while I'm doing that I'm pretty sure I'm doing it wrong - " He allowed himself a small chuckle, smirk still tinging his lips. "If you're unconscious...pretty sure I'm doing it wrong babe. Besides, I think it's only polite for you to cook for me - "
"Where's the fun in that?" Peter snorted and squeezed Harry a little tighter. "Let's not make this into a battle of who can last longer. Pretty sure I'' better at distracting myself, so..." Oh, he'd definitely be dying, but Peter was better at keeping his whining to himself. Most of the time. "You are! Dare I say you're actually worth it, god help me."
"Hardly a super genius, and oh yes I can. I'm holding out for when it inevitably happens and I have an actual GQ cover to frame on the wall." Peter hums, welcoming the touch easily, rolling his head back on his neck. He's perhaps - a bit older? Not by much, though, he's filled out a little. Maybe that's how he would have turned out if not for the bite. Or maybe it's a side effect of actually eating, both are equally plausible.
"If you make the tooth fairy real, the honest to god tooth fairy, I don't even know what your prize will be but I promise it'll be good."
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"You laugh, but I'm not convinced you understand the gravity of your own situation." Peter teased, threading his fingers through Harry's. "I'm definitely a jerk. Your jerk. Tough break, babe."
"What?" Peter echoed sweetly, swallowing his snickering. It was just so easy to wind him up! Peter was genuinely enjoying the flustered red splotches decorating Harry's cheeks, and he grinned, leaning in to press a kiss into Harry's hair. "Am I wrong, though? If I can talk while I'm doing that I'm pretty sure I'm doing it wrong - " He allowed himself a small chuckle, smirk still tinging his lips. "If you're unconscious...pretty sure I'm doing it wrong babe. Besides, I think it's only polite for you to cook for me - "
"Where's the fun in that?" Peter snorted and squeezed Harry a little tighter. "Let's not make this into a battle of who can last longer. Pretty sure I'' better at distracting myself, so..." Oh, he'd definitely be dying, but Peter was better at keeping his whining to himself. Most of the time. "You are! Dare I say you're actually worth it, god help me."
"Hardly a super genius, and oh yes I can. I'm holding out for when it inevitably happens and I have an actual GQ cover to frame on the wall." Peter hums, welcoming the touch easily, rolling his head back on his neck. He's perhaps - a bit older? Not by much, though, he's filled out a little. Maybe that's how he would have turned out if not for the bite. Or maybe it's a side effect of actually eating, both are equally plausible.
"If you make the tooth fairy real, the honest to god tooth fairy, I don't even know what your prize will be but I promise it'll be good."