What a delightful image, Peter dancing around one foot, tangled up in his suit. What a good pal he is, though. Disdain for science aside, Harry would be blown away that Peter invented his own webshooters, holy shit. And they're biodegradable! Next time he ever tried to humbly sidestep being called a genius, Harry would just point emphatically to those. Also: what a fuckin' show-off.
As if Peter hasn't already done an excellent job of rendering Harry useless. Suddenly, Harry's on his back, Peter's on top of him, and Harry's heart clamors so loudly against his chest that he's sure everyone in the building can hear it. It's not like he hasn't been admiring Peter all morning, but it's a little different when Peter's straddling him with that look on his face. What else can he do but stare up at Peter in wonder? Peter's mouth presses against his neck again, remarking about how kissable he is, and Harry is all but lost in a fog of bliss. His free hand - simply wanting to touch Peter in any capacity - ends up hovering hopelessly until eventually it comes to rest on Peter's back, wandering the dip between his shoulder blades.
But it's Peter's groan, sighing out warm breath against his shoulder, that has Harry trembling and biting his lip.
Oh boy, is Harry in trouble. Getting a taste of what it's like to be loved by Peter Parker is terribly intoxicating, no doubt about it.
--And then Peter's sliding off the bed and heading towards the door, and oh-- Harry... needs a moment. His skin is still tingling in every spot Peter's lips have touched. His heart's still fluttering in excitement. His head is still spinning and--
...Harry really doesn't want this to end, he realizes. Whatever this is-- it doesn't matter anymore, does it? Because Peter stares at him like he's the moon on a brilliant night and kisses him with every ounce of love he's ever craved. He's madly in love with Peter Parker, and Peter Parker is madly in love with him, and for the first time in a long time, life is beautiful again. It's good and warm and he's so over-the-moon happy. Everything just feels right in a way it hasn't in what feels like years. Absently, his thumb brushes over the smooth metal of his wedding ring, and he grins, bright and full.
What more could he possibly want?
Soon enough, he's rolling off the bed, chasing after Peter eagerly. He wants to see the rest of their life together. Not unlike an overexcited puppy, he steals a kiss against Peter's temple - just because he can - before rushing past him - "Race ya." - and out the door. Forget that he has zero idea where he's going-- Harry's too vibrantly happy to think about it as he barrels through the hall and down the stairs, skidding clumsily into a corner with a laugh.
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As if Peter hasn't already done an excellent job of rendering Harry useless. Suddenly, Harry's on his back, Peter's on top of him, and Harry's heart clamors so loudly against his chest that he's sure everyone in the building can hear it. It's not like he hasn't been admiring Peter all morning, but it's a little different when Peter's straddling him with that look on his face. What else can he do but stare up at Peter in wonder? Peter's mouth presses against his neck again, remarking about how kissable he is, and Harry is all but lost in a fog of bliss. His free hand - simply wanting to touch Peter in any capacity - ends up hovering hopelessly until eventually it comes to rest on Peter's back, wandering the dip between his shoulder blades.
But it's Peter's groan, sighing out warm breath against his shoulder, that has Harry trembling and biting his lip.
Oh boy, is Harry in trouble. Getting a taste of what it's like to be loved by Peter Parker is terribly intoxicating, no doubt about it.
--And then Peter's sliding off the bed and heading towards the door, and oh-- Harry... needs a moment. His skin is still tingling in every spot Peter's lips have touched. His heart's still fluttering in excitement. His head is still spinning and--
...Harry really doesn't want this to end, he realizes. Whatever this is-- it doesn't matter anymore, does it? Because Peter stares at him like he's the moon on a brilliant night and kisses him with every ounce of love he's ever craved. He's madly in love with Peter Parker, and Peter Parker is madly in love with him, and for the first time in a long time, life is beautiful again. It's good and warm and he's so over-the-moon happy. Everything just feels right in a way it hasn't in what feels like years. Absently, his thumb brushes over the smooth metal of his wedding ring, and he grins, bright and full.
What more could he possibly want?
Soon enough, he's rolling off the bed, chasing after Peter eagerly. He wants to see the rest of their life together. Not unlike an overexcited puppy, he steals a kiss against Peter's temple - just because he can - before rushing past him - "Race ya." - and out the door. Forget that he has zero idea where he's going-- Harry's too vibrantly happy to think about it as he barrels through the hall and down the stairs, skidding clumsily into a corner with a laugh.