newyorknative | Yes I want you, and that’s the way it is

Fiyero doesn't find it odd that Peter leans in to examine the jeans, but he does blink at the reassurance that Peter can simply fix them. It takes him a moment to remember that Peter had said he made that Spider suit himself, and that was excellent craftsmanship - at least as far as Fiyero could tell, being unfamiliar with the tools of this world.

"Thank you," he answers warmly, then steps up behind Peter to look at him in the mirror, evaluating the shirt he's trying on. A bit shinier than Peter's button-ups, but just in a way that makes the fabric look more luxurious. More subdued than some of what Fiyero picks for himself, simple and elegant. He wants Peter to look good but also feel good, so he's not going to put him in anything crazy he doesn't feel comfortable in.

Fiyero leans in and slips his hands around Peter's waist from behind, resting his hands on Peter's stomach and his chin on his shoulder. "You look hot," he murmurs sweetly into Peter's ear.

Peter hasn’t had to veto much - aside from the fact that Fiyero was picking anything out for him when he didn’t need any new clothes (and it probably doesn’t help that the clothes he has, he repairs until they’re all but rags) - but the ones Fiyero has picked out, Peter had to admit look good. The shirt with fringe was a bit of a stretch… but this one is nice, a deep green color that looks dressier than his normal, but could probably also be dressed down with a pair of decent jeans.

Fiyero’s chin presses against his shoulder, and Peter lets one hand fall to Fiyero’s, brushing gently against his arm, while the other fusses with one of the buttons. He smiles, ducking his head a little at the compliment, letting his cheek brush Fiyero’s. “Yeah? Well if my… if my boyfriend likes it… guess I have to get it.”

He might be testing out the term, but it’s clear he likes saying it. He doesn’t think Fiyero will mind - he did say they could call this whatever, and he might have heard Peter using it with Betty… but it’s the first time he’s addressing it directly.

Admittedly, the shirt with the fringe was maybe put in there specifically assuming Peter would turn it down. Sometimes you have to ask for something you know is too much, so that the other things seem more reasonable in comparison. Admittedly this probably doesn't work if Fiyero asks for something he wants, because - apart from when Peter is trying to be the voice of reason - Peter doesn't seem capable of denying him much.

Fiyero smiles as Peter ducks his head - and then he practically glows as Peter calls him his boyfriend. Yes, it's safe to say he approves. "Good!" he answers, and smacks a kiss on Peter's cheek before letting go of him to continue trying clothes.

Despite his inexperience in some areas, Fiyero has dated quite a bit. And he's seen the way his girlfriends light up at being acknowledged like that. But he's never felt it for himself. It's strange. Like a warm, fluttery feeling inside that lingers.

Hey, he still tried it on! Dutifully, even. But it's definitely something that would look better on Fiyero than on Peter, the kind of thing you need a certain type of confidence to pull off. If it was a strategy to make the rest of it look reasonable, Peter has taken the bait hook, line, and sinker.

Fiyero definitely seems to like Peter using the title, and Peter smiles, cheek tingling from the enthusiastic kiss. It feels right, for what they're settling into now. In the same way the hickies that dot Fiyero's neck - shown off, as he slips in and out of the clothes he's trying on - claim him, this is another way of claiming that Peter won't deny he enjoys.

...now how to tell May, after he'd denied it so vehemently...

By the time Peter finishes trying on the pile Fiyero pulled for him, Peter has selected a few items - shirts and a pair of form-fitting jeans that Fiyero really seemed to like him in - with a few in the no/maybe pile that Fiyero might be successful in talking him into buying, provided they have enough in the budget to get Fiyero everything he chose, first. While saving enough for the other things they wanted to buy, of course...

Fiyero's going through the clothes with surprising efficiency, considering how much he delights in being lazy and procrastinating. The 'yes definitely' pile is small, compared to how many things he's trying on. He's mentally trying to calculate what he actually needs - what sorts of different occasions he'll need clothes for, and having only a few options for each one.

It might be surprising for being a prince who could have as big a wardrobe as he'd like - but he's actually pretty practical on that front. He prefers having a few staple outfits, so this is actually him being rather experimental with this new world's style and options. When you add the considerations for money, storage and having to do their own laundry, Fiyero only chooses the things he really likes.

(It's not even about not knowing how long he'll be here. Whatever he gets, Peter can just sell again, right? The thought pops into his head uninvited and Fiyero pushes it aside, not wanting to imagine it...)

Fiyero does talk Peter into getting two cheap tank tops, one black and one white. Something he can still wear under hoodies and shirts, but that shows off his physique much better than those tired t-shirts he wears. Fiyero wants to show off his boyfriend, after all.

They leave with only a few bags all in all - but Fiyero's ready and eager for the next store. He'll have a good haul by the time they're done.

Peter is honestly surprised by how economical Fiyero is being when the purchase pile they end up with is pared down as much as it is. He was mentally setting aside a decent chunk for Fiyero's new wardrobe - and there's more to get still, of course. Perhaps he'll want to spend it on a couple good pairs of shoes. Everything Fiyero picks goes well together - he looks incredible in just about anything, but it's obvious Fiyero is tailoring an interchangeable wardrobe, and he's incredibly good at it. Maybe he'd be able to make a decent living as a personal stylist, people use those, right?

They pack away their spoils in a few bags and wander to the next store, hand in hand. It's edging towards the afternoon now, and the second store they visit is definitely busier. Again, Peter plays the coatrack, and they leave with a select pile of items. There are a few articles that might need some alterations, but Peter only has to veto one or two things for impracticality - not enough fabric, or one sewing project that would ruin the design of the coat.

Peter buys them a soft pretzel to share and guides them to a shop that smells very strongly (well, at least to him) of bleach, purchasing a couple bottles of the chemicals he needs to restock for his webbing. So what if he's blushing furiously the whole time, knowing what it will be used for? He ties the bag securely and tucks it away with his clothes, guiding them back out to the street.

There's one more thrift shop they can hit on their way back before they pick up food and stop for the rebar, but of course, the chemical shop isn't in the best alley in town. A neon red sign with XXX written across it points a curly arrow towards a storefront, and as they come up on it, the glass window shows off a mannequin in bondage gear. The rest of the store is obscured with frosted glass from the window display, but red silk lines the window, a few other toys scattered there to entice passerby. Peter seems ready to walk on past, hand folded in Fiyero's as he leads the way.

Peter is a very patient coat rack, and Fiyero knows by now just how strong Peter is, so he's not worried about overburdening him. Mostly he just tries to be careful about balancing things, and not poke Peter in the eye with any coat hangers. In return, Peter gets rewarded with sincere compliments and affectionate touches.

Fiyero does pick up on Peter's blushing, though it takes him a while to realise why. So he's very amused (and quietly excited) when he actually makes that connection. Considering sex is already on his mind at that point, perhaps it's not that surprising that Fiyero stops in his tracks when he sees the bondage gear.

Of course, Fiyero has definitely stopped at other shop windows. Peter being patient every time something catches Fiyero's curiosity, explaining all sorts of things to him, constantly making sure Fiyero learns about the world he's trapped in, so that he can feel more secure, and so he can discover all the exciting things. Mostly though, after the explanation, Fiyero doesn't need to go inside.

This time he definitely pauses long enough to glance at Peter, jerking his head towards the door in a wordless request, a cheeky smile growing on his face.

At least his glasses shield him from the worst of the hanger attacks? Peter’s sure they make quite the pair, his dorky self trailing after his gorgeous boyfriend, blushing beatifically every time Fiyero graces him with warm affection. It’s nice, doing something so normal, so domestic with someone - but especially Fiyero, who makes it fun. He makes everything fun, with jokes and smiles and just… being himself. Getting to experience new things with him is fun too, explaining the storefronts they pass, all the niche specialty shops hidden throughout New York.

“Fiyero…” Peter trails off, shifting his weight awkwardly - but he doesn’t stop them from pushing through the door, into the sex shop. The interior is not quite as tasteful as the exterior - colorful toys line every aisle, strappy bits of leather on the display directly in front of them. The cashier eyes them as they walk in, hair dyed a bright green color. She pops her bubblegum, eyebrow rising when Peter looks away quickly, glancing at Fiyero to gauge his reaction.

“…I guess we can get that rope,” Peter tucks the bags on one arm, gesturing to the shelves. The shop is deceptively deeper than the storefront would suggest - toys, BDSM equipment, and a far wall with adult videos lining the sleek shelving.

Fiyero looks around wide-eyed as they step through the doors, momentarily overwhelmed by the shameless display of erotic items surrounding them. For someone not just with his lack of general experience, but also unfamiliarity with what sort of accessories even exist in this world, it's a lot. He doubts sex shops even exist in Oz. Maybe they do - surely they do, in some form, but a lot more subtle and hidden away than this, and definitely nothing Fiyero has ever seen.

It takes him a moment to even notice the cashier, looking at them - and Fiyero gives her a smile and a nod. He might be blushing just a little bit himself, but Fiyero is very adept at masking. He can stay relatively cool, even if this is... a lot.

Fiyero doesn't say anything for a bit, just taking in everything. Everywhere he looks, there's something new and crazy. Some are more obvious, like the sexy outfits - and a lot of colourful dick-like items, those are pretty self explanatory, even if some look pretty complicated. Although he catches the word 'vibrating' at some point, and he hadn't even thought of that. Some things are outright scary-looking. There's a lot of black masks that are unappealing - he's pretty sure they both want to see each other's faces - and some very sharp objects. There's a cock ring that has spikes on the inside, and he can't help but cringe a little.

And then some things are very hot. It's a good thing they've already had some satisfying fun today, meaning Fiyero isn't too likely to have any embarrassing erections just from looking at stuff and imagining them using it. Though he bets that spiked cock ring would be a pretty effective at preventing that sort of thing too. (Some of the scary items definitely fall under "sexily terrifying", where it's exciting but also way too intense for them to actually make use of.)

Unlike the clothes shop, Fiyero is not touching anything, taking everything in with his eyes. They're only a little ways in when they reach the ropes. Fiyero just sort of pauses and gestures at them. Like - well, there they are! The one thing they had actually talked about buying. Even here though, there's a selection of types, roughness, colours...

Fiyero looks a bit overwhelmed, inundated by the sheer volume of wares in front of them. He's certainly far more tentative - at least, to Peter's eye, having more experience in reading what's hidden beneath Fiyero's facade by now - than he was at any of the other stores. He's also gone non-verbal, which is kind of adorable, even if Peter is very sure he should keep such a thought to himself.

This store has a wide selection of... pretty much any item one could wish for to enhance their sexual encounters. They slip through the aisles, a whole wall of colorful dicks and plugs of varying sizes stretching nearly to the back of the store. Peter's been in places like this maybe... once? Twice? He did have a fistfight with the Vulture in a store like this, and he's pretty sure he was flinging silicone dicks at the guy - but Peter also had a mondo-concussion at the time, and his witness testimony is suspect.

The BDSM wall is a lot more intense, whips and toys designed for the SM part of the acronym turned out for them to look at. Peter trails after Fiyero, watching his reaction as he moves through the aisle - the faint dusting of pink on the tops of his cheeks and the wide-eyed stare the only real indication that Fiyero is having a Moment.

Peter takes a deep breath himself, and rests a hand on Fiyero's lower back when they stop in front of the ropes, hanging right alongside the handcuffs and more intense chains. Rope, Peter thinks, will do them nicely to start. He lets his thumb stroke soothingly against Fiyero's spine, tipping his head to murmur in Fiyero's ear - they're alone in this section of the store for the moment, hidden from the cashier's watchful eye. "Maybe that red one? Touch it, see how it feels. They're made to be comfortable... not too much chafing, you know? When you're... struggling."

Giving specific directions might help with the burden of choice? Peter hums gently, gaze sliding to the rest of the wall - they're starting to edge into clothes now at the end of this row, lace and leather and latex abounds.

Peter calling him cute when Fiyero has gone non-verbal is definitely something he should do - when they're alone and Peter is already trying to fluster him. Right now it will probably just made that blush spread to Fiyero's ears.

As it is, the hand on his back is doing enough. It is comforting, yes, but also in a... kinda sexy way. Or maybe that's just the way Peter is whispering into his ear, talking about Fiyero struggling.

Fiyero's whisper is even quieter, knowing Peter can hear even if he doesn't lean in. "Okay, you need to stop being so sexy right now," he jokes, giving a huff and a smile to relieve some of the tension. He does mean it - a compliment and a request rolled into one, but also playful enough to help both of them relax a little.

He does reach out to touch the rope though, and it's silky smooth but also feels sturdy. Having been granted permission, so to speak, he touches a few, comparing. There's the rougher ones that look more like rope he'd be familiar with, but it's definitely scratchy - perhaps partly the point. Not something Fiyero wants to play with, at least not compared to the other options.

Fiyero's hands travel over to stuff next to it as well, unable to restrain his curiosity now he's gotten the encouragement that it's alright. Some padded leather cuffs that look very sturdy, but also very comfortable. Some have padlocks attached to them, and he's.. not going to comment. Some are designed for specific positions, judging by the pictures - whatever a 'hogtie' is. There's one set of metal, well, shackles, that Fiyero is almost afraid to touch.

There's not one moment where his pulse jumps or anything, but yeah, Peter would be able to tell that Fiyero's resting heart beat is a bit higher than normal at the moment. His hand goes back to the red one, pulling it off the hook. "It matches your suit," he comments softly.

Peter's not looking to embarrass Fiyero... fluster him, sure, but not to a point of detriment. He's definitely thinking it though, and if Fiyero weren't so distracted, he'd probably be able to read it pretty clearly in Peter's disgustingly soft expression.

Lucky for them both, perhaps, Fiyero is distracted, and Peter huffs a laugh at the joke, hand smoothing against Fiyero's back, warm through his shirt. "Hm, not sure I know how to turn it off. Or, well, you..."

Another tease, though Peter does his best to behave as Fiyero explores the options in front of them. The rougher ropes - clearly designed to leave abrasions behind, the kind that leave no lasting damage but something tangible for the sub at the end of a session - he bypasses, and Peter valiantly tries to pretend like he's not intimidated by the leather cuffs (lucky for him, Fiyero is not looking at him). He's played around with a bit of rope and a cheap set of fluffy handcuffs - and he spent most of that time focusing on not breaking them - but this is all fairly new territory for him, too.

The cuffs have a matching collar on the wall, too, and further down the shelf, a cock ring in the same silver color as the padlocks. Peter snorts to himself, unable to help the comment that slips out of him, "One stop shop for a matching set."

Peter reaches to accept the rope, hefting it in his hand, judging the weight and the length of it. He glances up at Fiyero over the rim of his glasses, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. However out of his depth Peter might feel, Fiyero is even moreso - as excited as he is, he's looking for Peter to lead him through this, and the shyness is... well, very cute. And they both know cute is Peter's catnip.

"Yeah, I suppose it does." Peter puts the rope back, selecting the same color and softer texture from a lower shelf - a longer rope. Well, if they ever wanted to tie Fiyero up at all four points... they'd need a bit more. He lowers his voice, gaze sliding back to Fiyero curiously. "...is that something you'd want to try? Me, you know... in the suit?"

He feels totally degenerate even saying it (not... that that's necessarily a bad thing...), but logically, it's the question to ask...

Fiyero shakes his head with amusement at Peter's returning tease, glad to have broken the tension a little. It all feels a little less intimidating, now he feels like they can talk. Even if Peter uses that for making jokes about matching sets that Fiyero tries not to think too closely about. (There is a set where the cuffs seem to attach to the cock ring, and that's.. also a lot.)

He also tries not to let his mind wander as he watches Peter test the rope. Especially when he gives him that smirk. Fiyero's not sure if he wants to just really lean in to letting Peter take the lead, or do the opposite and start posturing. (Fiyero doesn't know the term 'brat' in this context, but someone should probably introduce him.) He ends up doing neither, mostly just trying to be casual and a bit more confident, while still relying on Peter's guidance.

Although this plan is slightly put on pause as Fiyero is mostly surprised at Peter's question, more than anything else. He would have thought, for some reason, that Peter would not have wanted to try that.

After Fiyero blinks at him, he smiles and leans in. "We can talk about it later," he answers cheekily. Implying the answer is yes, he'd happily try that. But the actual details of it are probably not suited for going into right now. He does however lean down and pick up a second set of rope of the same kind and length, but in plain black. "Good to have options," he points out. He can think of more things to use the rope for than just a four-point tie.

Fiyero stares at him like Peter really did surprise him, and now it's Peter's turn to feel out of his depth, wondering if he crossed over an invisible line he didn't realize was there. They're still very new in their relationship together, let alone exploring the contents of this store. What if he takes Fiyero off guard, or worse, offends him?

The worry is blessedly put to rest with Fiyero's cheeky smile, and Peter manages a smile back, relieved. He snorts and accepts the black rope as well, letting both dangle from his wrist with the shopping bags. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his other hand, before gesturing to the rest of the shop. Might as well, while they're here, even if it's getting him out of his comfort zone. Fiyero is... he's good at that. Getting Peter to step beyond his own bounds and come out more confident on the other side.

"Anything else catch your eye? Or - anything you have questions about?" Peter's voice softens at the tail end of his sentence, non-judgmental as always. They should be able to talk about this kind of stuff, especially if Fiyero has questions. Anything Fiyero has questions about, Peter wants to make sure he's a safe source to come to.

In fairness to Peter, he's asking if Fiyero is interested. It's not like he's just doing it by surprise or something. There's few lines they can cross by simply asking. There's bound to be something only one of them enjoys, and that's okay, right? Even if Fiyero had been really weirded out by the thought of him sleeping with Spiderman, it shouldn't ever he a problem to ask or offer.

Part of Fiyero does want to follow it up, but he knows now isn't the time. Like, is there a zipper for if Peter needs to go to the bathroom? If so, that could also be a zipper for sex. And Fiyero's already thought about groping him through the suit - didn't they even talk about it? They're also talking about using the web for sex. It's not like including the suit is a big step after that. Fiyero can think of plenty ideas - later.

Fiyero smiles warmly at Peter offering to answer questions. He definitely succeeds at being a safe source for answers. Fiyero's instincts isn't to ask questions about things he doesn't know, so it's that part that requires practice.

"If we tried to cover everything I had questions about in here, we'd be here for hours," he quips softly. There's a lot that's unfamiliar and confusing, though not all of it seems interesting enough to try to figure out - at least not right now. "I don't know. There's... a lot," he answers, glancing around the store. He's less interested in the outfits, honestly. And a lot of the more complicated bondage gear, perhaps it's better to work up to, after they've experimented with rope? So Fiyero starts heading back in the direction of toys.

"What about you? Do you have.. recommendations?" he asks, giving Peter a smile that shows he knows both how awkward and silly this is, and that that's okay. "Or things you might want to try?" he adds. The cashier seems to not be paying attention, whether she's giving them privacy or simply bored.

Peter's just... always nervous. Always worried that maybe one thing he says will be the final straw, that he'll be too much. He's used to being ignored, disliked, written off as the weird nerdy guy that's definitely too awkward to invite to a party - Fiyero doesn't do that, of course, but there's that little voice at the back of his head that always likes to say but maybe... that he doesn't quite know how to ignore.

Fiyero encourages him to share his thoughts, though, as evidenced by the way he turns Peter's question back on him with genuine interest. It's not just about this, but everything - Fiyero is even willing to listen to Peter chatter on about what he's studying, doesn't even seem to mind how dry it can be. Well - maybe he does, but Peter doesn't mind being kissed so he can be shut up.

"Yeah, it's... yeah. I didn't know how to... prepare you." Peter offers a sheepish smile, following Fiyero back towards the toys. They haven't even touched the furry aisle. Imagine that, it has it's own aisle. Peter has to cough to hide his laugh when he imagines how that conversation might go, when Fiyero finds out about fursonas. Is that cultural appropriation in Oz?

"I've never ah..." Peter runs his free hand back through his hair, meeting Fiyero's gaze before his own darts away - not that the rows upon rows of toys are any safer. He makes eye contact with a massive purple buttplug and decides to look at the floor, instead. "Never used any of this myself. I mean I had - one of these, once."

He gestures vaguely to the dildos - his never did anything fancy, vibrating and whatnot. He's not sure what happened to it, actually - oh God, was it still hidden under the floorboards at May's? "A lot of things could be, er, fun. Depends on what you're trying to do, I guess. Like..."

Peter looks at the shelves for a moment before he points at the gags section - there are all different kinds of them, some with bits, some not. Some designed to hold open the mouth, and some designed to close it completely. "Like, uh, like that. They have things for... everything, pretty much. I think I saw some nipple clamps over there, or these for - you know. Going all the way with someone... big."

Wow, he's impressively not as red as he thought, gesturing to all the toys around them - landing on the set of three training plugs to size up. Not that they'd need anything like that, but Peter suddenly has the image of a vibrating plug with one of those remotes in his head and... yeah, there's a lot of possibilities.

Fiyero doesn't mind awkward, nor does he mind weird. If Fiyero was required to actually remember or understand details of Peter's school stuff, he might have minded it - but as it is, it just makes him happy to listen to his voice and watch the way his face lights up. Peter doesn't make it sound dry, and he explains it just well enough that Fiyero is able to follow the basics. Kissing to shut him up is really more about wanting to be kissing now, because his enthusiasm is so damn charming.

He kind of wants to be kissing now too, but that's for different reasons. But at least Peter is very understanding about just how new all this is, and how overwhelming and strange. Fiyero isn't too embarrassed about being sexual in public - he's been leveraging that for years, as part of his charm. But a lot of this is more than just sexy, it's very kinky and unusual and intense. Not all of it, he's sure a lot of these things are fairly common here, but it really runs the gamut.

He's reassured that Peter isn't super experienced either - but not completely new to it, pointing out a toy he had, and honestly even that surprises Fiyero. If anything, he would have guessed Peter had something he could fuck, not something he could be fucked with. Fiyero has noticed the toys that definitely look like a woman's parts in a box, more or less. Given Fiyero has never had sex with a woman, it feels particularly strange. He would, but, well, he's never met the right woman. The first person he fell in love with happened to be a man. (He really is thinking the love word, isn't he?)

Then Peter points to the gags, and - that's both surprising and not. That's... pretty in line with some of the stuff they've been talking about, isn't it? He's not sure he's ready for nipple clamps - well, maybe. He did like Peter messing with them. But, like with the clothes, he's not about to go completely crazy, buying everything. Plus, a lot of this seems quite expensive. However...

Fiyero's hands go over to the gags, examining them closer. There are several that seem appealing - some that look either too scary or too ridiculous. Then he pulls out one that's just a simple metal ring, fastened with a leather strap. (There was a silicone one that looked gentler, but given Peter's strength, he's also looking for durable.) He hesitates for a moment, before he holds it up to his face and opens his mouth wide for a moment - not putting it in, just quickly checking to make sure it wouldn't be too big or too small. Enough to fit a dick through, not so big it would hurt his jaw.

His ears are definitely a little red as he hangs the gag around Peter's wrist as well, joining the ropes, but he's hiding the embarrassment well - at least from everyone but Peter, who's got front row seats. "Since we're already shopping.." he comments with a smile and a shrug, turning towards the shelves again, starting to feel a bit more confident. Whatever they buy, there's an implication they want to at least try, but just talking about it isn't so bad. They've talked about dirtier things.

"Oz.. Can you imagine.." Fiyero starts, looking over the various toys. "Combining that," he says, pointing to the selection of cock cages, which range from very gentle to slightly terrifying - Fiyero's finger is definitely more in the direction of the gentler ones. "With one of those," he continues, pointing at belt that goes around the waist and between the legs, locked with a padlock, and with a vibrating dildo locked into it, so it can't be removed.

Fiyero's trying not to imagine it too vividly, mind you. Lots of intentional calm breathing. He's kind of glad these jeans are fairly tight, keeping things tucked away and subtle if he ends this shopping trip with a bit more blood flow than necessary.

Well, he had to practice with something, didn't he? It wasn't for pleasure, really; it was an experiment, to determine whether or not he liked what being with a man might have implied. His first instinct was like anyone else, looking for something vaguely phallic around the house - but because he's an absolute nerd, of course he Googled it. The internet told him how very unsafe it was to attempt with anything that didn't have a flared base, ergo. Why pay for something he could fuck when his hand served perfectly well? And then, of course... he didn't have to. He had Gwen, and after her... his hand was barely appealing when he missed her so much. Sad, grief-filled masturbation in the shower only it was, aside from unfulfilling college dalliances - for which, he was grateful for the practice the dildo had afforded him.

Peter watches Fiyero peruse the gags, taking a moment to take stock of their surroundings - he's been distracted. There are a few people in the very back of the store - teenage boys, it sounds like, getting excited over the videos in the back. A butch woman is ahead of them in the aisle, holding a strap and selecting add-ons of various sizes. No one is paying them any mind, and the woman makes her selection and drifts to the next aisle, looking at something else.

Peter's attention returns as Fiyero selects a gag, just in time to watch Fiyero test it against his mouth. The color returns to Peter's cheeks, but he holds out his hand to accept the gag on his wrist, darkened gaze darting up to Fiyero's face. He's got the mental picture of Fiyero, mouth open with with the gag nearly pressed between his teeth. It's not hard to combine that mental picture with the rope ideas...

"Wouldn't want to waste the trip," Peter murmurs, glancing down at the gag. He can just as easily imagine Fiyero slipping it into his own mouth, telling him to be a good boy in that soft, deliciously sensual tone of his -

At least Fiyero's not the only one having to stop thoughts in their tracks, though Fiyero is not helping as he points out the cock cages and reverse chastity toys. Peter huffs a laugh, the kind of jittery one that tells Fiyero he is imagining it. Overwhelming Fiyero, just like he asked, trussing him up and stuffing him good, trapped, until he's begging Peter for relief -

Peter coughs and ducks his head, veering his gaze away from the wall of toys. Oh, he can imagine it. He probably shouldn't, but he can't help himself, reaching out to touch Fiyero's lower back again, drawing him closer. He needs to, if he's going to be comfortable murmuring his next thought: "You know it... comes with a remote control."

Peter draws his attention to the rest of the package, the slim, discreet silver remote at the bottom. He tucks his hand in Fiyero's back pocket - what, no one's in their aisle to look at them - lips grazing the shell of his ear. "Can you imagine that being locked for the day, and one of us has the remote?"

Maybe it's better as a exhibitionist fantasy than it is in practice - Peter wouldn't know, he's never done that - but trading in fantasy is kind of the point of this store. Taking Fiyero on errands, driving him nuts with the simple click of a button - working him up until they get home, crashing through the door and onto the bed, surely, cranking the remote higher as he's trying to get out of his pants, just to watch him blush -

Peter presses a kiss to Fiyero's cheek, giving him just a little squeeze with the hand in his pocket. Of course, Fiyero's never actually had a partner he's gone the full distance with - and this is all a bit much for a backdoor virgin. Not today, anyway; knowing Peter, he'd make Fiyero's first time disgustingly sweet. But the possibilities of being intimate, well, Fiyero's barely scratched the surface.

"Or being tied up, with that." Peter nods towards the cage Fiyero pointed at, then nudges him just a little further down the shelf, towards one of the suction and vibration masturbating toys. Like he said... endless possibilities.

Fiyero himself has never had a toy like that, obviously. He has tried a bit, with his fingers, a few times. He has fantasised about having sex with men, and he knew that could be part of it, so he too wanted to experiment. It's not all that easy though, doing it yourself, at least not like Peter was talking about - finding that point inside that felt extra good, which Fiyero didn't even really know about. But at least he's tried enough to know what the discomfort is like, and also that the discomfort can be overcome with some patience.

Honestly, despite never having done anything properly like that, he's very tempted to get a toy for that purpose. If he doesn't end up liking it, hopefully Peter will? But probably not something too crazy or expensive, at least until he knows he likes it.

Fiyero's trying to keep it together, and Peter leaning in to whisper in his ear is not helping. Yet Fiyero is definitely not going to push him away. This feels like foreplay, which is maybe a little inappropriate to do in a sex shop, but... Well, it is a sex shop. It's probably not unheard of that people get a little bit excited. Surrounded by all this erotic stuff, but also in public so it's definitely inappropriate - it's exciting also because it feels wrong. Fiyero's lucky he's got a lot of practice putting on a mask.

He definitely needs that skill when Peter slips his hand into Fiyero's back pocket. The feeling of his warm breath against his ear, the sexual fantasies. Peter suggesting it being locked for the day, when Fiyero knows just how desperate both of them could get in far less time. He can't help it, he definitely imagines being out like this, Peter cranking up the pleasure. How far could they go before Fiyero couldn't hide it anymore? Before a gasp or a moan slipped out?

Fiyero gives Peter a playful glare as Peter kisses his cheek - slightly pink, playfully annoyed, and also deeply affectionate. As Peter suggests being tied up with what appears to be basically a pleasure machine, Fiyero gives Peter's chest a gentle shove. A non-verbal 'knock it off', closely followed by a reluctant grin.

"We're definitely coming back here," Fiyero decides, and it's a testament to his composure that his voice doesn't crack. He looks over the more low-key toys, trying to pick one. "But I want to get one of these," he adds, pointing to a range of plugs. Compared to the dildos, they're slimmer at the base before flaring out again, which probably means they're more comfortable to keep in. Something to get used to it, to just have there while doing other things. It's still more than he's tried, but, he wants to be a little ambitious. And who knows how many times they're gonna have sex and try new things before they make it back to this store, right?

Fiyero glares at him in that exasperatedly fond way of his, and Peter can’t help but laugh warmly; Peter rocks with Fiyero’s playful shove before he pulls his prince closer into his side, squeezing Fiyero in a light hug. They’re not bothering anybody, murmuring with relatively mild sensuality to each other in the vacant aisle. Sure, how public it is makes it feel naughtier; but no one can actually overhear them, as far as Peter can tell. And… maybe that’s part of the fun, the casual way of it, the harmless exposure. They're safe with each other, to talk and joke about this kind of thing without being too serious - but also just serious enough for it to be fun.

“Ah, I see. Well... your wish is my command.” Peter releases Fiyero to gather himself and be bold enough to pick out a plug - he goes for an unassuming, black, soft-touch silicone toy in a modest size (the larger end of the range looks... scary). Peter offers it to Fiyero for approval, trying and failing not to find the whole thing ten shades of adorable and also quite unbearably hot at the same time, which was a much more deadly combination than Peter had anticipated. Fiyero's preference told him their minds were in the same place, and... Peter has no objections to the plug, in any case, for either of them.

"I sense a new payday tradition," Peter jokes, because maybe it will make the heat in his cheeks turn down a notch if he continues to break the light tension. Foreplay, indeed. He turns back to the shelf, crouching down to pick a convenient bottle of accompanying lube. He shuffles through a few bottles until he finds a water-based one with no additional sensation effects or additives - again, something simple. Peter gives the item a friendly, if potentially dorktastic, wave at Fiyero before he stands up again, bottle in hand. "Do you want me to go to the register?"

Peter figures he'd offer, to give Fiyero the choice of whether or not he wanted to walk up with him to purchase the items. It's one thing to talk about this in soft tones amidst themselves, but another to look a stranger in the eye as they ring up items you know they know will be used... intimately. If Fiyero's this wide-eyed about the contents of the store itself, he might not be ready to... broadcast his activities.

Peter will probably be hideously awkward about the purchase as well, but at least he's used to feeling supremely self-conscious, and is mostly resigned to it. For Fiyero, however, Peter can and will most certainly take the bullet.

It helps that Fiyero can talk very quietly and Peter can still hear it, and Peter keeps leaning in to say the most inappropriate things. It at least keeps the conversation private. Even if their proximity and the fact that they're talking so quietly while looking at this stuff probably implies something anyway. But honestly, it's not like this is a secret back-alley shop of illicit materials. The sexy stuff was visible from the street. Which means it's pretty normal, even if it's a little embarrassing.

He's glad that Peter took the encouragement to pick one - not just to help him out with decision paralysis, but also to make sure they're more or less on the same page here. Peter doesn't pick anything too intense, but also not the smallest sizes.

"You think we'll wait all the way till next payday?" Fiyero jokes right back. There's other things here he's very curious about - it just depends on how adventurous they are, and how quickly. If they keep up the pace they have so far, it's gonna get really intense very quickly. He would be worried it would turn into a thing where they just keep trying to up their game, that the more simple things would get boring - but he suspects it's just similar to their relationship overall. That they're rushing to find their preferred level, wanting to make the most of their time, and soon enough they'll settle with the stuff that makes them happiest. After all, Fiyero's been really enjoying the simple stuff too, and the same seems true for Peter.

Fiyero evaluates the toy Peter picked, looking at the similar ones on the shelf. After a moment he puts the one Peter picked back, and picks up one that looks very similar - more or less the same size, black silicone - although this one comes with a remote and a range of vibration settings, apparently. (It also apparently has a gem set in the base, which wasn't really part of the decision, but there it is.) He gives Peter a smile and a playful eyebrow wiggle. Well, Peter had wanted a remote, right? They don't have to use the vibration, presumably, but it's a good option to have.

The bottle of lubrication is something Fiyero hadn't thought of - he is still very new to this - but which makes a lot of sense. That's also something he is familiar with from Oz. At least from hearing talk. People using oils of some kind. They haven't really needed it thus far, but-- yeah, he gets why that's necessary.

"It's alright, I'll come with," Fiyero answers, smiling fondly at Peter's offer. The lady chooses to work here, she probably doesn't care what random strangers choose to buy, and their purchase seems to be on the lower end of the kinky scale, just based on how much stuff is here.

They probably have enough to play with for now, but Fiyero takes a loop around another aisle they haven't looked at too closely anyway, just to check it out. (They haven't been to the clothes or the pictures in the back either, but Fiyero's less interested in that.) There is a display of things that seem to be mostly joke items? Dick-shaped candy and stuff like that, too funny to probably be supposed to be sexy. There's a bunch of little packets that say 'condoms', some that are apparently flavoured. "What are these?" he asks casually, still quiet. They're in a very non-scary section, so he doesn't feel too intimidated to ask.

"You don't think we can keep occupied with this?" Peter teases, holding up the ropes and the gag Fiyero selected. Fiyero's sense of adventure, always wanting to learn and try new things, to stay curious about the world around him - which is, admittedly, very foreign to him - is one of his many endearing qualities. It's not just with sex, but everything; although sex appears to quickly be taking a top spot as one of Fiyero's passions in life. Not that Peter is complaining.

Fiyero's right, though; Peter's not looking to intensify things just for the sake of it. He wants Fiyero to be happy, to get to try new things - but Peter would be very happy being with him without anything fancy for as long as Fiyero would have him. There will, undoubtedly, be something Fiyero doesn't like (is Peter thinking about what he would or wouldn't like? Not really, but just because he's not thinking about it doesn't mean that's not a possibility, too); but they'll deal with that together, too.

Peter coughs up a soft laugh when Fiyero swaps the simple plug with something a little more advanced - it's not too much of a price difference, and it has the option of the remote, vibration settings to choose from (both different pulses and intensity, hm). It's the pink gem set in the base that brings more color to Peter's cheeks, added as though a cheeky little flair to the toy.

Peter smiles back at him and nods, taking Fiyero's free hand again in his - and maybe he looks a little ridiculous, bags and sex toys bundled in one hand, all so his boyfriend's can be unimpeded in the other - but it can't be more ridiculous than the fondness in his eyes every time he looks at Fiyero. They meander to the next aisle, still looking at the colorful displays - a whole section of party supplies and gag gifts for bachelor/bachelorette parties, or just a funny birthday. The edible thongs are funny, dick-wrapping paper and cards aplenty.

Peter does stop when Fiyero points out the condoms close to the entrance to the cashier - she's reading a book, they haven't quite entered her customer activation radius. Peter spares a moment to pick out his size - they'll probably fit Fiyero too, who's a little thicker than him, yes, but not a whole size up thicker - because the ones he has languishing in his junk drawer are probably expired. He holds out the box to Fiyero to examine, leaning closer to murmur back to him.

"They're protection. Sex can transmit diseases just as easily as any other exchange of - bodily fluids. And for girls, it helps prevent pregnancy." Peter shifts his weight, feeling a little self-conscious, but there's more, of course, and it's important. "We don't have to worry about either of those issues; I can't catch or give you anything, and even if I could I - haven't been with anyone else in a long time. And you haven't either. But if say, we were two normal people who met somewhere random, I'd ask you to show me a clean bill of health before we - you know."

"We can still use condoms, though. They catch the... release." Peter leans in even closer, mostly so Fiyero doesn't see his nerves - though he can probably feel the heat from Peter's cheek at this proximity. "If we want to... you know if we don't want a mess when we... I mean, sometimes a mess is fun but not, ah, practical. It's good to have the option."

Fiyero's pretty sure they can keep plenty occupied without the stuff they've picked up here, or really anything at all. It's not like they've been lacking motivation to have sex. Just waking each other up with blowjobs or handjobs has been exciting. Adding little challenges. Trying new positions. Or just touching each other affectionately. Peter keeps being worried about having more than his fair share of orgasms, but Fiyero's nowhere near tired of watching him come. It only seems to make him hungry for more, really.

Of course, he's sort of robbed of his other passions. Going out to dance or drink to forget about his troubles hasn't really been an option lately. He's deprived of his followers showering him in attention. Sex is the one thing he's been really excited about that he can do in the safety of their apartment. If he had more options, perhaps it would be a slightly healthier balance of activities. But as far as distractions and coping mechanisms go, this one seems pretty good.

It helps that he doesn't really need to worry about navigating this strange world in the process either. Even now, being introduced to all sorts of things, Peter is very patient and gentle, explaining everything, even if it makes him embarrassed. And Fiyero can tell the explanations do make him blush a little bit, but he very much appreciates them. As soon as Peter explains that it's protection against illness and pregnancy though, Fiyero understands. He's pretty sure they have that in Oz too, just perhaps not as readily available. Unless you're part of the sex worship cult, he supposes - a religion that Fiyero is suddenly seeing the appeal of.

"Well, it'll help with not having to do the laundry as much," Fiyero answers back playfully, grateful for the explanation and trying to lighten some of Peter's embarrassment in return. They're both sort of permanent pink at this point, but at least they're together in that.

They should probably stop shopping now though, before Fiyero's good sense calls it quits and he just starts picking up everything that looks interesting. He's still carrying the box for the anal vibrator, and he grabs the condoms from Peter as well, just so can take his hand again and lead the way over to the register. Fiyero's doing a pretty good job of staying nonchalant and giving the cashier a friendly smile as he starts stacking their purchases on the counter.

This is not an ideal life in a number of respects, but at least they're keeping occupied and finding joy where they can. Peter will make Fiyero safe... as soon as he can figure out how. The meeting tonight with Daredevil and Hawkeye should help... or so Peter hopes. Attacking an organization of this magnitude has been daunting every time he's tried (and every time, unimaginable loss follows...), but for Fiyero? So he can be safe, and if not returned home, at least free? Peter will move heaven and earth to make it so, or possibly die trying.

So if having sex - quite a lot of sex - is what makes Fiyero happy in this moment, far be it from Peter to argue. Certainly not when he's also benefiting, guilty though he may be in the back of his mind. If Fiyero had any interest in reading, or watching more movies, Peter would steer him towards that, too. But as soon as they can make it safe (as safe as it ever is, in New York) for Fiyero to get around unescorted, they'll do so.

And maybe if Fiyero gets some more mastery over his powers to the point of being able to defend himself on command - and Peter gives him a tracker, in case of snatching - maybe he will be able to go out on his own. During the day, at least. Being snatched once... Peter still doesn't know what they injected him with, what other horrors he would experience if they took him again. If Peter would ever even see Fiyero again if they did.

His hand tightens around Fiyero's at the very thought, and Peter consciously makes an effort to relax.

They carry their purchases up to the register, and Peter manfully disassociates as the cashier smirks without comment and rings them up. Rope, a ring gag, condoms, lube, and a vibrating butt plug do paint a certain picture - and from the look she gives the pair of them, Peter can't tell who she's picturing in which position. It's non-judgmental, of course, but it is knowing, and Peter hastily runs his card and scoops the bagged toys off the counter.

"Have fun boys," She calls after them as Peter tucks the bag into one of their other clothes shopping bags, the tips of his ears burning. The girl chuckles, returning to her book, and Peter can just hear her murmur, they're always so dramatic before the door closes behind them and cuts them off from the sex wonderland.

Fiyero would happily watch more movies, or silly shorter videos. But they need to actually do things as well, so when it comes down to prioritising what little spare time they have, well, it's difficult to see how anything would be more fun than sex. The only real exceptions is if he's simply not feeling up to it, for physical or emotional reasons.

Currently that's not a problem. Fiyero's got a pep in his step as they pay, the excitement winning out over the shyness. He even returns her well wishes with a cheerful "We will!" - although it may partly be to make Peter blush a little bit more. Not that it would take a lot for Peter to do the exact same thing to Fiyero.

Fiyero steals one of the bags of clothes so they can look less unbalanced, and each keep a hand free to hold each other's hands. It's less a challenge for Peter to carry the weight than it is about the impractical stack of bags. And Fiyero is plenty strong enough to help without issue. As long as it's clothes and not a billion books, he doesn't have any trouble.

"Anything else we need to get?" he asks cheerfully, voice returning more less to normal volume now they're out in a somewhat busy. "Because for some reason I'm really eager to get home right now," he continues playfully. Some more food, maybe? He can't think of anything else, but Peter is the one good at keeping track.

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