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

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fiyero tigelaar : winkieprince

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

[ aka wicked ii: lost in new york ]

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.

Peter shouldn’t be so surprised - wasn’t it like this, the first time he was with Gwen? Granted, they had a lot going on with school and giant lizards running amok - but the inability to keep their hands to themselves, the thrill that reaffirming their affection for each other gave them, over and over… Fiyero is bringing back feelings long since dormant, and experiencing them himself for the first time. Somehow, Peter is lucky enough to be the focal point of that desire, and while outside issues are maybe making sex more appealing than not… he thinks it’d probably be similar, either way, just from the new, exciting nature of it.

Peter folds their fingers together, letting Fiyero take one of the bags without too much protest - okay, maybe an amused hum. It’s not like it was troubling him, of course, but it probably does make them look a little less ridiculous. It’s just another one of those little acts of service that Peter does without thinking - and is surprised to find himself the recipient of, when Fiyero turns the tables.

“Can’t imagine what reason that would be.” Peter laughs and squeezes Fiyero’s hand, leading them down the rest of the street. “Do you have enough clothes? There’s one more place on the way we can hit, if there’s something else you need? And what do you want for dinner? There’s a dumpling place across from the hardware store, they should have vegetarian options.”

The hardware store would be their last stop, if they really did want to test the potential for tying Peter up. Aside from the obvious way that gets him hot under the collar - he’s kind of curious? In that abysmally nerdy, scientific way of his, Peter wants to know if it’s possible. If they could actually figure out a way to make him helpless… it’s a promising plan, all told.

"We can have a quick look. But I mostly just need socks and underwear," he answers, trying to think practically - mostly so they won't need to go out again. Socks and underwear, they probably don't want to buy used. "Whatever you think is good food, I'm up for trying." He really means that, he's been enjoying trying all sorts of things.

"Oh, and if I were unclear about the reason I want to get home," he says finally, before switching to a theatrical whisper only Peter can hear. "It's so you can tie me up and fuck me," he breathes, before his face splits in a Cheshire cat grin of cheekiness.

After that, it's easy enough to hurry. Fiyero ends up not buying anything in the clothes shop except a coat that's good against the wind, now he knows how cold the swinging can get. They picked up some gloves and a scarf too, so they should be set for chillier nights. Fiyero has plans to at least bring a sweater for Peter, for other nights where they end up sitting outside like that.

There turns out to be a unisex lingerie shop right near the hardware store, so Fiyero carefully talks Peter into splitting up, with the argument that they'll get home sooner. "I'll scream the moment anything remotely scary happens, I promise," he says, giving Peter a reassuring kiss. They both need to practice just a little bit of individuality, or Fiyero really will go crazy. But even so, he texts Peter in the middle of it anyway, just to say "I'm still fine. 👑"

Fiyero picks up several pairs of basic socks, a few more simple tank tops, and some unassuming white boxer briefs - including a few for Peter. Then he ends up buying a pair or two nice silk ones as well, just to pamper himself a little, and because he bets his ass will look great in them. The fact they have lace doesn't even occur to Fiyero as particularly unusual. He's makes sure to not dawdle though, going to meet up with Peter quickly. Both because he does want to get home soon, and to not worry either of them too much.

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They finish up their errands with efficiency only possible when there's something better waiting for them, Peter pleasantly rosy after Fiyero's not-so-subtle whisper. He's made his intentions perfectly clear, and it's not like they have any shortage of new ideas to try - Peter knows they're both thinking about it, the surprise purchases that take precedent over the rest. They get Fiyero some cold weather wear - less of a priority, since Peter has plenty of hoodies Fiyero can steal around the apartment, but a decent coat will be necessary as New York fall takes hold, especially as Fiyero points out, if they keep traveling by web express.

Peter is worried about letting Fiyero out of his sight in public for obvious reasons - less so, given that it's still day time and there are plenty of people around, and he doesn't think anyone has been following them today - and Fiyero convinces him with a kiss and an earnest promise. The text - it's a little embarrassing, the way it eases Peter's worry, but it's also heartwarming, how well Fiyero knows him to know it's probably a necessary evil. He grabs the metal they need, bundling the pieces and looping them through his bags to carry them easier, before heading across the street to order their dinner. Fiyero will meet him there, as they agreed - but Peter can't help the way his gaze flits up to scan the street every couple minutes, watching the lingerie shop door.

Like he said, this isn't ideal. Peter shouldn't be so consistently vigilant like this - he flinches when a car backfires two streets over, has a twinge of a headache when a baby starts crying in an apartment somewhere above him. Opening his senses like this... he's glad they're going home for a rest, where it's just the two of them. He'll need it, if he's not going to be totally exhausted later...

By the time Fiyero is done shopping, another bag for their load, their food is ready, and Peter juggles his bags, beaming when Fiyero rejoins him. They're not far from the apartment now - a short train ride, two stops, and they're back to the usual haunt ~~Peter none the wiser about what's in Fiyero's new bag...~~

"We'll wash your new clothes tomorrow." Peter promises, shaking his bags for emphasis as they walk the final couple of blocks towards the apartment. "You can wear them, in the meantime, but. Campus has a laundry room for the dorms we can access."

Fiyero manages to keep his own cool. There is that low level of anxiety, looking over his shoulder, being aware who's around him. But he's yet to be attacked midday apart from his arrival, and Peter wouldn't let him out of his sight if he thought there was danger. It is a little nice, to get a moment to do his own thing. No matter how much he enjoys Peter's company, Fiyero does need some time alone. Not a lot, but still some.

And yet it still feels so nice to meet up with him again, to see that beaming smile greeting him. To be so wanted, that just his appearance makes Peter light up.

He can tell Peter is a little stressed too though, so he takes a moment to give him a proper kiss, one that actually lasts a few seconds, rather than just a peck. Something to soothe them both, before they arrange their bags and hook their arms together to continue on their way.

"I got you a few new pairs of underwear too, by the way," Fiyero says, giving Peter a playful smile and a friendly elbow bump. "Mostly so I don't have to feel guilty for making you go through them so quickly."

Fiyero so easily melts away his worries with a kiss, like they’re the only two people on the planet. No one pays them much mind, huddled together on the edge of the sidewalk with their shopping; it honestly does help the throbbing in his temple, his hearing focusing in on the steady thrum of Fiyero’s heart, instead.

“Good. Something comfortable, hopefully? Not quite as fancy as the ones you brought with you, I’m sure.” Peter unlocks the lobby and swings open the door, catching it with his heel to let Fiyero through first, like the gentleman May raised. He doesn’t think much of it - probably a pack of underwear, right? At least, that’s all Peter’s ever bought himself; he definitely wouldn’t have imagined anything particularly stylish beyond say, plaid. “We still came in under what I thought we’d spend, if you find you need more of something. Socks, more than one pair of shoes, you know. Just let me know.”

Thanks to Fiyero’s powers, it really has taken a load off their shoulders. It’s practically the beginning of the month, and Peter won’t have to spend the rest of it scraping up enough for rent. He makes a mental note to cash the check tomorrow as they ride up the creaking elevator, feeling only mild guilt about it. It’s what Jonah felt was actual market value for his photos - being honest, as Fiyero had compelled him to be. Peter feels more guilty about how it affected Fiyero than taking the money; Peter wouldn’t ask him to do it again, on purpose, no matter how convenient it might be.

Finally, they make it down the hall to the door, and so begins the shuffle of bags and pockets to find his keys. Another thing for the list - house keys for Fiyero. Peter smiles to himself at the domesticity of it, shaking off bags as they enter the space - clothes, towards the bed, food and other acquired items towards the kitchen and desk respectfully. He kicks off his shoes and sighs, cracking his neck to one side. “Home sweet home.”

Fiyero notices how the tension seems to seep out of Peter's shoulders. The way he relaxes against him after just a couple seconds with their lips pressed together, feeling each other's warmth, the softness against the scratchy stubble. It really is grounding. For Fiyero too, who may not be as hyper-aware of as much as Peter, but is still a bit on edge. But he feels safe with Peter at his side.

"Well, they're not embroidered," Fiyero answers playfully back. They are in fact just plain white, grey and black - but they're the kind that are tighter. You know, so Fiyero can see his ass, or if Peter gets an erection. What? Fiyero has very important priorities. And beyond giving Fiyero a good view, he doesn't think Peter cares about having fancy underwear, and no one else is gonna see it anyway. He hums an acknowledgement, glad that their immediate money troubles have been taken care of.

He may not have enjoyed the process very much, but he's still glad he did it. Maybe he would do it again - although maybe not. Guess they'll have to see, the next time Peter needs to sell some photos. Presumably Jonah will just justify it to himself, and not consider it that strange. Rather that, than assume someone mind-controlled him, right? But how that affects him from then is up to him. He might soften up a little, now he's admitted that Peter's photos really are worth that much. Or he might go back on it, say Peter got way too much last time. If nothing else, at least Peter now has proof of what Jonah considers market value for them, which will give him a better argument later.

With new clothes, a safe and successful outing, fresh food, no urgent responsibilities, and a morning of amazing sex with the promise of more very soon? Fiyero's feeling very peppy and energetic. He's kind of dancing his way through the room as he hastily unpacks the clothes, mostly just getting them out of bags and sorting them, putting Peter's new underwear in his chest, while putting his clothes in the growing sort of semi-ordered pile. They might have to consider getting him some sort of storage. "Can you put on some music?" he requests, digging out the coat and putting it with the other outerwear. He figures it's quicker to ask Peter than to try to do it himself.

"Aw, damn." Peter grins, lifting a hand as if to indicate playful disappointment. Peter doesn't really see them as Fiyero tucks them into the chest, but he's sure they're fine. He hasn't bought himself new underwear in... arguably too long. What? If it didn't have a hole in it, it was fine (and if it did... he can patch his clothes, even if he probably shouldn't on some). He does notice the growing pile of Fiyero's stuff - yes, a storage solution for him would be imminent. They could probably move the linens to a beneath-the-bed bin as well as some of Peter's bulkier winter wear, and clear up some room for Fiyero to share half the chest. It wasn't as though Peter's clothes were the thing really filling it.

He makes another mental note to get some storage bins either from May's or the store - there had to be a few he could clear out, in the basement back home? - and smiles at the request for music, the way Fiyero already seems to be shimmying eagerly around the room. He comes up to Fiyero, grabbing him by the waist and lifting - spinning Fiyero around and depositing him back on the ground gracefully, so he can get to the computer on the desk. Peter grins, infected with Fiyero's energy, and dips his head. "As you wish."

Selecting music takes an extra moment, scrolling through playlists he's saved. He's pretty sure he has dance music in here somewhere. You know, for the last time he was happy enough to dance around the house... ages ago. If all else fails, he's got a "Feel Good Funk Mix" with plenty of Stevie Wonder that's not half bad.

Eventually, he finds the dance mix and puts it on at a reasonable level, before he returns to the kitchen to sort through the rest of the bags. He slides the bags of clothes closer to Fiyero, puts their food in the fridge for later, and turns his attention to the remaining items - their new toys, and his webbing ingredients. He starts with the webbing, digging out his designated webbing pot from the back of the little cabinet - he knows not to use it for cooking because of the rest of the equipment packed inside, including one gardening glove, a pair of goggles, and a wooden spoon. Peter slips his glasses off to replace them with the protective eyewear, and rolls up his sleeves to get to work.

Mixing webbing is second nature, but a new recipe is definitely exciting. Peter goes through the steps with a practiced hand, measuring out the different parts of the webbing recipe and mouthing the adjustments quietly to himself for a stronger batch. If he's tapping his foot a little to the music... well, he's allowed!

He sets the web mixture over a medium heat, letting that simmer while he unpackages the toys - cutting off tags from things, opening up the plastic the butt plug is in. He sets the instructions and remote aside for the plug, and washes both the gag and the plug. They're new and should be fine, but it can't hurt.

With the toys set aside, Peter returns to his pot - the mixture is starting to bubble. He quickly moves for the desk, grabbing a couple of empty cartridges to fill, and returns to the stove. Donning the glove, he lowers the heat and takes the spoon to spin the webbing. This is certainly easier in a lab, but Peter has practice doing it by hand - he swirls the spoon vigorously, as if whipping cream. The texture begins to change immediately, spinning into a fluffy, stretchy substance (and it's starting to stick as it cools.) He moves faster - the spoon starting to clang a little against the side of the pot as the webbing is whipped into a gossamer line, and Peter is quick to fill his cartridges before it cools too much, carefully guiding the thin line into the glass and circling his hand to keep the web spinning, tightly packed in on itself within the cartridge.

Beaming, Peter holds up the cartridge to the light - looking like a total dork in his goggles, with one glove and a wooden spoon in his opposite hand. But it was a picture perfect spin, the result of years of practice (and it didn't explode all over his ceiling, as it's been known to do...), he's excited!

Fiyero laughs happily as Peter picks him up and spins him. He loves how much happier he's been able to make Peter. How he would never have felt comfortable doing something like that a week ago, but much less would it have occurred to him to do it. Now, the energy is immediately infectious, Peter playful and energetic to match Fiyero with no hesitation. Fiyero also feels fuzzy every time Peter says 'as you wish', knowing the meaning.

They both set about their separate tasks, navigating smoothly around each other, the domesticity of it all overwhelming homely. Fiyero hums along sometimes, whenever he can predict the song well enough, shimmying around the place.

He sets the hardware stuff Peter got aside, and sorts out his clothes, making more organised stacks. Folding things, and also setting aside the things that don't need to be cleaned yet. Trousers he's only worn once, and such. Fiyero's used to laundry being done much rarer, probably, even for princes.

Peter starts doing science stuff, which Fiyero doesn't pay much attention to, but he does notice when Peter unpacks the toys. Oz, the only real question is who's gonna be tied up first. Part of Fiyero wanted to ask Peter to just tie him up and leave him on the bed while he did the science things, but he's still too energetic for it, and Peter has already started.

Eventually Fiyero runs out of clothes to sort, and Peter is vigorously stirring something, so Fiyero goes to watch over his shoulder. It is very... well, hot, actually, watching someone do something so skillfully and also quite passionately. Peter clearly enjoys it, and it's basically magic to Fiyero. He's watching with more and more fascinated interest as Peter starts spooning it into tiny containers. Fiyero's energy has quieted into focus on Peter, not wanting to disturb or distract and mess him up. Peter's proud smile is infectious too, Fiyero beaming. "I take it that's a success?"

It just goes to show what the right person entering your life can do. For both of them, really; Fiyero was a bolt of lightning across the dark sky, and now everything seems permanently lit, the flash imprinted on Peter's eyes. There are the not-so-great things they're dealing with, but there's also this... and they make each other genuinely happy in the middle of all the insanity.

Peter's somewhat zoned out - or rather in - with his task, so he doesn't notice Fiyero coming up behind him until he's just about done. Peter grins, excitedly holding up the little cartridge for Fiyero to examine, full of fluffy white webbing (well, it only looks that way - if he's right it's strong enough to hold him, ergo, very sticky). "Yes! Like textbook perfect, actually. I wonder if that additional part Carbon was the trick to get it that smooth..."

Peter hums thoughtfully, palming the cartridge, flicking off the stovetop, and shaking off the glove onto the counter. He pushes the goggles up to the top of his head, fluffing up his hair something terrible, and darts around Fiyero with a quick kiss to his cheek to dive for his briefcase and dig out the webshooters. The motion is practiced and sure, and if Fiyero has a competency kink... well. Peter flicks out the current cartridge with his thumb, which pops into his open palm - half full, which is evident when it drops down next to the full new one - rolls the new one up between his fingers, and slides it into the device deftly. Another flicks of his thumb to spin it into place and the webshooter whirs, lights popping on to indicate the level of fill in the cartridge.

Pocketing the previous cartridge, Peter shoots a small bit of webbing into his hand, closing his palm over it. Hand effectively stuck to himself, his forearm flexes, muscles taut - trying to open his palm. It doesn't look like it's working, which only makes his smile grow more excited. "Woah. I think it worked!"

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