"Gorgeous, beautiful, handsome. Is all of the above an option?" Peter grinned right back at him, enjoying the smile Harry was gracing him with. He would be an absolute mess of a king, really. Never be able to get the mannerisms and stuff down, probably accidentally insult a foreign dignitary or two, Princess Diaries style. Yeah, the supply closet on Peter's floor of the building gets a lot of use. ahem. Sometimes, Peter thinks, Harry just waits in there to ambush him, but hey, if it works it works. "They're adorable, babe." Peter assured, fond smile gracing his lips. He wasn't being sarcastic, and he let his fingers graze Harry's skin gently.
"Mm, I'm sure you'd have some supermodel hanging off you. You're just that incredible," Peter made a face, wrinkling his nose. "And what does that say about you?" Couple of idiots, aren't they?
"But am I wrong?" Peter couldn't help his laugh, pressing his face against Harry's insistently, his own hands moving to tug lightly at Harry's. "Aw, you know I never will. We'll be 80 and you'll still be blushing. Just face the music already." It was cute, okay, and to be honest, this Peter didn't feel any qualms about teasing Harry. They were married, it stood to reason they'd sealed the deal.
Solid logic there, Harry. No way that could blow up in your face. Nope. Nuh uh. Not like you're going to be wondering what you could be having the entire time or anything. Peter raises an eyebrow, head cocking slightly to the side. "I don't have to do a damn thing. You'll drive yourself crazy anyway. Re: No Shave November." And yes, Peter was good at losing himself in his work and if he intentionally did so, force to be reckoned with over there. "You so are and I will not. We almost left that restaurant the other night because they didn't have any available booth seating."
"Totally going to happen. I could make it happen. Watch out, Osborn." Peter definitely doesn't mind the touch, smiling as Harry's hands wander over his chest, his arms. His own hands come to rest on Harry's waist, thumbs brushing his hipbones lightly, and intimate familiarity. "God of thunder? Yeah, I doubt it."
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"Mm, I'm sure you'd have some supermodel hanging off you. You're just that incredible," Peter made a face, wrinkling his nose. "And what does that say about you?" Couple of idiots, aren't they?
"But am I wrong?" Peter couldn't help his laugh, pressing his face against Harry's insistently, his own hands moving to tug lightly at Harry's. "Aw, you know I never will. We'll be 80 and you'll still be blushing. Just face the music already." It was cute, okay, and to be honest, this Peter didn't feel any qualms about teasing Harry. They were married, it stood to reason they'd sealed the deal.
Solid logic there, Harry. No way that could blow up in your face. Nope. Nuh uh. Not like you're going to be wondering what you could be having the entire time or anything. Peter raises an eyebrow, head cocking slightly to the side. "I don't have to do a damn thing. You'll drive yourself crazy anyway. Re: No Shave November." And yes, Peter was good at losing himself in his work and if he intentionally did so, force to be reckoned with over there. "You so are and I will not. We almost left that restaurant the other night because they didn't have any available booth seating."
"Totally going to happen. I could make it happen. Watch out, Osborn." Peter definitely doesn't mind the touch, smiling as Harry's hands wander over his chest, his arms. His own hands come to rest on Harry's waist, thumbs brushing his hipbones lightly, and intimate familiarity. "God of thunder? Yeah, I doubt it."