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

Fiyero slumps against him, totally spent, and Peter bears his weight with a comforting shoulder, offering a soft smile when Fiyero's eyes flutter open to look at him. It looks like it's taking effort on Fiyero's part, but it soothes some of the nerves that inevitably churn in Peter's stomach, knowing he's alright enough to indicate it, even if he's not up for speaking quite yet. Peter makes another comforting noise at the back of his throat, hand cupping Fiyero's cheek so he can pepper his face with light kisses. "Good, good... you're alright. I've got you, baby."

Peter holds Fiyero for a moment, letting him rest up against his chest, heart swelling when Fiyero curls into him. One arm encircles Fiyero's shoulders, burying in his hair, nails grazing his scalp soothingly as they both wind down, breathing slowing, heartbeats evening out. His lips feel tingly, no doubt puffed and used, though the physical marks won't last nearly as long on Peter as they will on Fiyero. An hour max, given that Peter's not busted up elsewhere and has been eating pretty regularly. He almost wishes it would stay, the mark of being with Fiyero; which is easy to say when he doesn't have to deal with the consequences, but as a concept outside of embarrassing himself in public - Peter finds it very hot indeed.

"Come on," Peter murmurs, though it's not really a direction Fiyero has to do much with. His hand supports Fiyero's shoulders, and he slides the other under Fiyero's legs, preparing to lift him. It's smooth, easy; Peter transfers Fiyero from the chair to the bed, helping him stretch out, on his back. Peter snags the towel from where he'd discarded it to wipe the corner of his mouth and give Fiyero's crotch a once-over, and then he climbs in to join his boyfriend, opening his arms to provide Fiyero with space to slot himself into.

Fiyero smiles a little as Peter covers him with gentle kisses. There's a lot of stuff swirling inside him, most of it good, but still a lot. Peter's making sure that Fiyero has a soft place to land, while his entire mind and body comes down from the high. It's been an extreme high too, not just the pleasure, but the heightened everything.

Peter's hands goes into Fiyero's hair, soothing him, and Fiyero turns his face to bury it in Peter's neck once again. Everything feels a bit bright, the music now suddenly feels loud, the air cold. He wants to bury himself under a pile of blanket, though for now, snuggling against Peter will more than suffice.

He gives a soft noise as Peter pulls slightly away, though he's starting to get a bit more used to Peter simply picking him up. It's a relief, to finally sink into the bed. His joints are definitely sore, and it hurts to stretch out his legs, but it's also very needed. He does flinch very slightly as Peter gently wipes his crotch, but it's over in a moment - and then Peter is there.

Fiyero rolls into Peter's arms as if pulled by a magnet, attaching himself to Peter, trying to press as close as possible. He doesn't feel like talking, but he does loop an arm around Peter's back, hugging him close. He gives a soft kiss against Peter's chest, before he simply presses his scratchy stubbly cheek against him and breathes deep. He might not have a lot of grip strength at the moment, but if Peter decides to move or detach? There will definitely be whining.

Neither of them are really sure how he'll react to all this. There's some small surges of emotion - embarrassment and shame that he couldn't explain even if he tried, coupled with hints of fear. Overwhelming affection he doesn't know what to do with. He's clearly processing, whether it's chemical and physical or mental and emotional, or more likely both. He weeps a little, soft and quiet, making Peter's shoulder kind of wet. But he also holds him close, emotionally needy. Perhaps this is just part of it, when you do something so demanding as this.

Fiyero latches on immediately, and Peter presses warm hands to his back, his shoulders, holding him as close as Fiyero wants to press. Peter sighs softly, a happy exhalation, twitching slightly at the sensation of Fiyero's stubble catching on soft skin. It feels good, the drag of warm lips and Fiyero's quiet breathing against his chest.

Peter definitely has nowhere more pressing to be at the moment, and doesn't try to pull away for anything. When Fiyero is ready to let him move, he'll relax - perhaps then they can both drink some water, they're sure to need it. Peter makes a quiet, deep-sounding humming noise at the back of his throat; he can feel it healing, recovering from the hoarseness.

Fiyero shakes against him, the quiet, trembling shake of someone trying to cry without being too loud, and Peter makes a soft noise of distress, hold tightening on Fiyero. Plush lips find Fiyero's temple, and Peter closes his eyes as he pours every ounce of affection he has into Fiyero, hand sure and ever-present against his back.

"You were amazing," Peter murmurs, when Fiyero settles into a brief lull, his shoulder still drying with hot tears. Peter nuzzles against the top of Fiyero's head, legs bumping, loosely tangling them together. "You are amazing."

"So good for me," One hand pets down Fiyero's spine slowly, a reassurance to the neediness that bleeds out of him, telegraphing exactly what it is he needs out of Peter - to be held, to be taken hold of and made safe, for however brief a time. "You did so well..."

"Nobody else could do that," Peter praises, awe shining through. Every positive feeling he has about Fiyero is so easily called to the surface; if Fiyero bleeds need, Peter has a neon sign up offering to supply. He shifts on the pillow, turning his body to give Fiyero more surface area to get comfortable. "Not that I'd even want anyone else to - I'm gonna go back to the part where I talk about how special you are, and how hopelessly attracted I am to you..."

Peter lapses into embarrassed silence with a soft snort, hand still making a smooth sweep down Fiyero's spine. Yeah, he'll find a way to stick his foot in his mouth even when he's the only one talking, but that's just the Peter Parker way. Besides, Fiyero knows what he was trying to say, voice hushed and husky.

Fiyero definitely needs water, and probably some of that food they brought back with them, but right now the relaxing and the comfort are far more pressing needs. Both of which are being admirably satisfied by Peter. Fiyero's not even trying to be quiet now - at least not consciously. But historically he's generally had to cry quietly, so that sort of thing sticks.

Historically he hasn't had a lot of comfort while crying though, but he's already learned that there is absolutely no way Peter is going to let him cry alone if he can help it. Even when Fiyero was lashing out, Peter approached carefully, but persistently. It's why he feels safe crying against Peter now, or as safe as he can feel while upset.

Though.. he's not sure if he is upset. Part of him is aware there's nothing to be upset over. Even so, Peter's reassurances and praise is extremely appreciated. Perhaps, when given in a moment of vulnerability like this, it'll have a better chance of sinking it properly.

He doesn't respond yet, but he does huff a wet laugh as Peter wanders dangerously close to putting his foot in his mouth before course correcting. Yes, Fiyero knows what he's trying to say. The meaning is clear, regardless of clumsy word choices, and Fiyero gives Peter's waist an appreciative squeeze.

"You were amazing too," he manages, voice soft and a little raspy. "I'm not.. This isn't cause.." he continues, stumbling himself, because he's not sure how to explain himself. He just wants Peter to know this crying isn't because Fiyero is dissatisfied or that he did something wrong. Probably the opposite. "It was amazing," he finishes, leaving it at that for now and hoping that is enough.

He does let go of Peter for a moment to fumble awkwardly for the covers, to pull them over them both. "C'nyou stop the music?" he asks softly. It isn't nearly as loud as it felt a moment ago, but he'd still like to snuggle up in the dark and quiet while only listening to the sounds of Peter's breathing and heartbeat.

"I know. I know, 'yero." Peter assures him quickly, voice achingly soft. He does know; he was there himself just the other day, combating the unexpected emotions that welled up within him. Fiyero was so incredibly kind, able to handle him in that surprisingly emotional state, and Peter just hopes he can provide the same kind of safe harbor now, in return. "It's okay. You don't have to say it now."

"I just want you to know." Peter presses another kiss to Fiyero's hair, as if enough kisses will embed his affection and care. Maybe it will. He nods, shifting to comply with the request; he dangles an arm off the bed, reaching to knock the laptop lid shut, cutting off the music and leaving just them with the rush of the neighbors pipes rumbling above them.

"There... better?" He assists with the covers, pulling them back from where Fiyero's managed to bunch them, allowing them both the room to slip under. Peter wriggles into position, pulling the covers back over them and using the excuse to capture Fiyero in his arms again, the smooth slide of skin on skin hazily warm beneath the sheets.

"...do you want to talk about why?" Peter prompts quietly, after a beat of silence has passed, settling serenely around them. There's no danger anywhere near, the charming chaos of the streets below far enough not to bother them. Golden sunlight filters in through the window, indicating late day, as the afternoon crawls ever further towards night. Peter coaxes Fiyero's face up to his with a gently hand, thumb brushing just under Fiyero's eye, catching some wayward wetness, smeared on his skin. "You don't have to say anything, if you don't want to."

"But... it helped me." It's honest, sweetly offered, because if there's one person he doesn't have to perform okay for, it's Fiyero. And Fiyero doesn't have to perform for him, either; clearly, he's not, if he's allowing himself to cry in front of Peter. A short while ago, Fiyero would rather have locked himself away in the bathroom to have a panic attack, letting it build up until it ate him alive from the inside out. This is undoubtedly an improvement, and Peter hopes he's not jeopardizing that by pressing, however gently. He smiles, pressing his lips to Fiyero's forehead. "Just... I'll always listen, okay?"

Peter is definitely a safe harbour. Emotionally and physically, having sheltered Fiyero from danger practically from the moment he arrived in this world, or near enough. And now Fiyero is able to accept all the different kinds of protection and care that Peter wants to give, and Peter is able to give it. More than anyone else ever has.

The silence is welcome, and Fiyero feels himself relax further. It had been a good distraction while he was waiting patiently, something to limit the boredom. And then perhaps muffle their inappropriate sounds a bit. Now though, he just wants the intimacy of the quiet. He nods gratefully, and snuggles up as Peter pulls the covers over them.

He's hiding his face from the sun as well, though not for long as Peter gently gets Fiyero to look up. He might be a bit wet, eyes and nose red, though the quiet distress has faded. He's mostly a bit sniffly now, not to mention exhausted. He considers for a moment before he answers, biting his lip, though the kiss to his forehead makes him smile quietly. Peter's plan to press affection into him definitely isn't hurting.

"I'm not sure," he answers honestly after a moment, voice soft and still a little mumbly. "I mean.. not sure why," he clarifies. It's not that he doesn't want to talk - although it might be that too, really. He's just not sure what to say about it.

He could start trying to pick apart some of the things. Like the shame - being so vulnerable, going so deeply against how he's been raised. The emotion at being cared for and seen, something he's lacked. But these are not really things he wants to root up right now. Or possibly ever. He's already emotionally drained. He needs a nap and some recovery, not a therapy session. (Some might argue he needs both, but 'therapy' is not exactly a familiar concept in his part of Oz.)

"I think it's mostly cause it was intense," he adds after a moment, which is not an inaccurate or dishonest summary. "Good intense. But.. I feel.. just really tired," he says, and lets out another huff of a laugh that becomes a deep sigh. It's almost like he's deflating, the air going out of him as he just sinks into Peter.

"That's okay," Peter continues carefully holding Fiyero's face, fingers curling around his ear. Fiyero looks so open and so fragile in this moment; it's as humbling as it is mildly terrifying, to see him like that. Humbling, because it means Peter is seeing past the mask, that Fiyero isn't putting one on for him - and terrifying, like the free-fall before the web catch, because one can't help but imagine all the ways it could go sideways. Peter lets his lips brush down Fiyero's cheek, nuzzling at him gently. Just soft, intimate touches that hopefully get across the depth of his affection. If Fiyero doesn't want to talk about it, Peter can still hold him; he can still love him.

~~Peter's not exactly that great about the therapy thing himself, but maybe if they help each other...~~

"It was intense. Good intense." Peter echoes with a gentle smile, pulling back enough to look at Fiyero. He takes the opportunity to kiss him, slow and sweet, hand brushing back into his hair. There's no resistance, the two of them melting together, and Peter lets his arm wrap back around Fiyero to join his other one as they part, leaving Fiyero the crook of his neck to curl into, if he wants to. "Then rest, baby. I've got you. I'll be right here. M'not going anywhere."

He should get up, get water. Tackle some of the mountain of work that's not going anywhere, that he's putting off till Sunday at this rate while Fiyero rests - but if Peter's honest, he's tired too. Not in a way where he couldn't press on - God knows he'd work himself to death, given the choice - but with Fiyero like this, Peter doesn't want to get up and keep at it. All those years alone, exhausting himself between school, work, and patrols - hasn't he earned a lazy Saturday?

Whether he has or he hasn't, Peter's taking one; maybe he'll feel guilty for it later, but he did say this afternoon/evening was their date night. Peter finally closes his own eyes, arms a loose but sturdy presence around Fiyero, legs tangled happily.

Fiyero honestly never wants Peter to stop trying to physically press the affection and care into him. These gentle touches and kisses feel like exactly what he needs, and he hopes it's giving Peter what he needs as well. Fiyero tries to impart his own affection into the kiss, to let Peter feel as appreciated as he is.

"Good," Fiyero answers, nuzzling closer and giving Peter another squeeze, before he lets his fingertips caress Peter's spine. What bits of affection he has the energy to return. "You rest too. Y'deserve it.." he adds, slightly muffled as he buries himself against Peter.

Fiyero might not have the physical strength to cling on the way Peter does, but he can sure make up for it making Peter absolutely not want to escape his grasp. Better to stay right here, because isn't it nice? And Fiyero would obviously be sad if Peter left, so he can't leave - he's forced to relax. Fiyero definitely doesn't feel guilty about demanding Peter take a breather as well.

Fiyero soon goes limp as a sack of flour against Peter, all wrapped around each other. He's not deep asleep, but a tiny little nap is definitely in order. Though he'll probably be woken up by a stomach rumble from Peter soon enough...

Peter is absolutely living off the affection Fiyero’s imparting to him. Even the lightest touches down his spine seem to stoke something warm in the center of his chest, something soft and vulnerable that only Fiyero is able to touch. He’s the only one allowed to see it, after all, the fruits of his hard work, pushing past all of Peter’s walls until he found himself ensconced by them, too.

A light, lazy afternoon snooze is definitely in order, after all their activity today. Peter sighs softly, settling, listening to Fiyero’s breathing evening out, slowing. It’s nice, calming, and Peter finds himself drifting, eyelids warm with the sunlight filtering in through the window. Peter shifts, somewhere in the middle of their snooze, bunching the sheets around them. He makes a soft sound, nuzzling into Fiyero’s hair. Yes, they did have the food in the fridge, which would be good when they woke up. And he’d have Fiyero down as much water as he could stand…

Peter presses his lips against Fiyero’s temple, smiling against his skin. Yes, he should get up, but not until Fiyero moves, at least a little. Peter doesn’t want to disturb him, whatever rest he wants to take, solace in Peter’s arms. He deserves it, and moreover he needs it, after all that.

Even if Fiyero was woken pretty early, he slept well, and then he had a little bathtub nap. So he's not in desperate need of sleep, really. Just a little bit of a rest, and a chance for his brain to reset. Feeling safe and warm and protected, while he adjusted to the responsibility of having his freedom returned.

Not much time has passed, really, before Fiyero gives a soft hum as Peter shifts. Fiyero starts stirring too, before he's fully awake. He smiles and kisses Peter neck, before he emerges, sleepy-eyed. He smiles and gives another soft hum that sounds like a greeting, his hands shifting against Peter's skin.

His hand settles on Peter chest, nudging him onto his back on the bed, as Fiyero shifts, pushing himself up just a little bit, so he can lie halfway on top of Peter and start very lazily making out with him.

Like his instinct to show appreciation and affection for Peter has just stayed dormant while he dozed, and now that he's regaining consciousness and no longer feels quite so pleasantly drained, it's the very first instinct to be reawoken. Yes, food and drink and stretches and all that stuff, but first - some kissing, because it's what seems to work the best on making Peter feel calm and centered and cared for. Brushing his hand through Peter's hair and showing him all the love.

Peter's not sure how much time passes, but it can't be much - thirty minutes? Forty-five? A little cat-nap, that's all. It's nice, not having somewhere to be urgently. There is a twinge of guilt in the back of his mind - he could be out on patrol, making the streets safer - but Fiyero needs his protection. That's the justification that makes it easier not to fall into the total throes of guilt, at least...

Peter blinks his eyes open slowly, refocusing on the hazy world around them. Fiyero's eyes are so blue, up close and lit like that with the afternoon sun. Peter finds himself smiling, hands curved around Fiyero's back, embracing him. He rolls without protest onto his back, hands shifting to accommodate, and he makes a soft, happily surprised sound when Fiyero demands his lips, chasing after them with lazy confidence that is rather unfairly hot.

He closes his eyes, smiling into Fiyero's kisses, lips moving in tandem. His hands slide down Fiyero's back, settling one warm palm right over his lower back, welcoming Fiyero to using him as a body pillow. Fiyero's definitely right about it being calming, grounding. Especially after the earlier intensity, it's a nice way to settle.

"Hi," Peter whispers, palm sweeping up Fiyero's spine, where he's splayed out across Peter's chest. He readjusts his head position, sinking into the pillow, eyes bright. Fiyero's fingers drag through his hair, and Peter hums quietly, smile still quirking his lips. Peter's not sure how to banish it in Fiyero's presence, and he decidedly doesn't want to. "Comfortable?"

This is definitely the best way to wake up - well, second best. Peter proved that this morning. But this is wonderful too, less sexy but more comforting and warming.

"Hey," he answers warmly, similarly unable to stop smiling. The way Peter seems to have shut every other thought or worry out of Fiyero's mind seems to have stuck. "Very. Almost a shame to get up, but..."

Fiyero pushes himself up, but rather than getting out of bed, he straddles Peter. His muscles complain a little, but he's fine with pushing through that, settling in Peter's lap, looking down at him. Yes, his butt is pressing down against Peter's dick, but he's not purposefully grinding or anything.

"I'm gonna have so much fun with you tonight. Just you wait," he says, smirking as he runs his hands down Peter's chest, caressing his stomach. He's not starting something - this is just a promise, a little tease. Clearly he hasn't forgotten the purpose of Peter going through all that effort with upgrading the bed and everything.

Peter laughs softly, hands sliding to settle at Fiyero's waist as his boyfriend shifts to straddle him. His gaze sweeps down, concerned about lingering tension - Fiyero was tied up for a decent while, after all, and then practically collapsed into a drowsy snooze - but he seems alright enough. Soft skin slides against his own, and Peter flushes pleasantly under Fiyero's attention. One hand moves to cover Fiyero's with his own, resting over his abdomen.

"Everything is fun with you," He squeezes Fiyero's hand, thumb sliding up to his wrist, brushing over the pulsepoint. Peter's chocolate gaze drops to Fiyero's chest, tracing over the marks - some from this morning, other, small red marks from the rope. "That was... very fun."

"And tonight will be good, too. I know it." Peter's hands shift again, sliding to Fiyero's thighs, where they grip either side of his hips. His gaze flits back up to Fiyero's, playfulness emerging from his blushing countenance. "I'm all yours, baby."

"But first... are you sore, anywhere?" His playfulness takes a concerned turn, searching Fiyero's expression for any sign of discomfort. They're in no rush, with the rest of the afternoon and early evening available to them - making sure Fiyero is well taken care of after that is the most important item on the agenda.

Fiyero smiles sweetly as Peter says everything they do is fun. He likes when Peter checks him out - equal measure appreciation and concern for lingering injuries.

Looking down, Fiyero does have some red indents from the ropes, though mostly on his thighs which took the most strain. It's already faded quite a bit, so it'll probably be gone by the morning. Nothing to worry about. But it's nice to see, the evidence of their activities. It's pretty hot too. If Fiyero had relaxed and sat properly, and if Peter hadn't tugged at them, they wouldn't be this marked. So it's proof of the desperate struggle and Peter's control. And, yeah, that is hot.

He can't wait to do the same to Peter. He won't have marks like that, most likely - but the feelings, the sensations? The struggle and control, that will be real. Fiyero hopes it goes well.. but he's ambitious and he tends to dive headfirst into things.

"A little," he answers honestly, because it's not the sort of thing there's a point to hiding, and hopefully getting to fuss over him will reassure Peter, rather than stress him out. "Good sore. Nothing some stretching and rest can't solve." It's actually Fiyero's stomach that makes itself known, just a little rumble that Peter will easily pick up on, followed by a soft laugh from Fiyero. "And maybe a nice meal."

The marks littering Fiyero's torso fill him with an odd kind of satisfaction - odd because he feels like maybe he should feel more guilty about it than he does. They don't seem to be bothering Fiyero all that much, at least... and Peter has to agree, they are very hot. Very hot indeed, knowing just what it took to earn all of them, that desperate arousal unlocking something primal in both of them.

Peter may not end the night with marks in the same fashion as Fiyero - at least, none that would stick long-term. But for an hour or two, maybe, depending on the severity; Fiyero might just get to watch them heal before his very eyes. If this plan works at all, and Peter doesn't just accidentally rip the bed apart...

He's reasonably confident it will work, though. The new webbing recipe adjustment seemed stable enough, and his craftsmanship with the bed is pretty solid. Peter smiles fondly at the irrepressible rumble of Fiyero's stomach, hands rubbing firm, slow circles against Fiyero's thigh muscles. "Got you covered. Food first, then a massage. You're going to love the dumplings."

Peter's gaze turns slightly mischievous, and a moment later his hands have slid under Fiyero's thighs as he flips them both over to press Fiyero into the mattress with a soft whumph. Peter kisses him sweetly, careful not to let his own body weight land on Fiyero too hard. "Mm, coming right up."

Reluctant to part, Peter finds the willpower to slip out of the bed, hands lingering as they drag across Fiyero's chest. It won't take more than a few minutes to heat the food; Peter starts by pulling the bags out of the fridge, before filling a glass of water and ferrying it back to Fiyero with a friendly peck to his temple.

Maybe one day, they'll test Peter all splayed out, tied to each one of the fortified bedposts. Maybe that'll be too much. But for tonight, Fiyero's plans won't put too much strain on them, hopefully. He's been thinking about the same thing he described, the way he posed Peter in a neat little package, tied to himself. He might use the bedframe to stabilise Peter, but that won't give access to all of Peter's strength to use. The exact activities, he hasn't planned ahead. He has plenty of ideas, and more may come in the moment. He just knows he'd rather focus on giving too much rather than too little - which doesn't mean there won't be some teasing, of course.

Fiyero doesn't have a danger sense like Peter does, but he is starting to know him a bit. He spots the cheeky look on his just in time to know something is coming - but he doesn't try to stop it.

Instead he laughs in surprise as Peter flips him over, the laugh quickly silenced as Fiyero smiles into the kiss. His hands find the back of Peter's neck, and he too feels reluctant to let him go. But there's good things promised.

Once Peter has stood up, Fiyero gives a big stretch on the bed, before pushing himself up. Rolling his neck, stretching his arms - before Peter interrupts with a glass of water. "Get one for you too," Fiyero says and smiles sweetly. He does obediently down the whole glass, before he sets it aside and starts stretching out his legs a bit too, while Peter heats up the food.

Peter absolutely made most of his decisions in the moment, and he hasn't let himself think too much about what exactly Fiyero might want to do, beyond the obvious request to tie him up. But he meant it when he said everything was fun with Fiyero... and Peter has a tough time imagining something he wouldn't be okay with trying, at the very least, if Fiyero offered. That's why they have a safeword after all; though again, Peter has a tough time imagining a scenario where he would use it. Maybe it's just one of those, I'll know it when I see it moments.

Peter snorts and returns to the kitchen, plating and heating up the takeout. It's kept well, still reasonably fresh even out of the fridge. He got veggie, and some tofu - and an order of beef, for himself. He's been eating more regularly than usual, but he's still not necessarily eating enough protein, ergo. Combined with rice, spring rolls, and the hot and sour soup, it makes for a good meal after an afternoon of fucking around.

Peter brings the food over, then takes Fiyero's glass to refill it. He makes a point of chugging half of his own glass before he ensures both of them are full, returning to the bed. If Fiyero's still here by the time his lease is up... they may want to look into a bigger apartment. Provided there's something even remotely affordable, but at least then they wouldn't have to eat every meal in bed.

"You dip them in this," Peter scoops a dumpling into the small cup of soy sauce, letting it soak for a second before he pops it into his mouth. He's given them both forks, heathen though it may be; Fiyero needs to eat, not challenge himself with chopsticks and find them both spilling soy sauce all over. "Good, right?"

The smell of the food makes him feel suddenly far more hungry. Fiyero's already crawling back into bed to grab some of the food, taking a spring roll to quickly munch to take the edge off. Spring rolls he's already had before, so they seemed a safe place to start.

He doesn't really mind eating in bed. It's a nice break from proper eating at fancy tables. Maybe he'll get sick of it eventually. But at that point, they can probably just get another chair and eat at the desk. It's crowded in here, but upgrading to a bigger place hasn't even occured to Fiyero as a possibility. Or rather, it did, and then he immediately dismissed it as something Peter probably can't afford and he wouldn't ask for.

He scoots a little to give Peter room, then gets comfortable next to him, pillows rearranged as back support against the wall. Maybe more pillows, though... Especially after Peter accidentally ripped one. Realising how many little plates they have, Fiyero leans forward to pull the chair over to use as a second table in front of them. See, he knows how to make do, and he certainly isn't worried about it being done properly.

Fiyero follows Peter's lead with the soy sauce, and gives a hum of pleasure and agreement at the question. All these exciting new tastes he's getting to try, he does appreciate it. He doesn't speak for a little while, far to busy chowing down on the food. He did get an appetite from everything they've been up to, and there's a lot of food, so he's nor worried about leaving enough for Peter. They've still got fruit and snacks too.

Peter's never really thought about it before, but then, he wasn't exactly having people over. Not even May ever really came here - his apartment was for sleeping or working, and meals were had either on the go, or while he was sitting at his desk. Everything about the place is geared towards the life of one - but if Fiyero stays for long enough, he'll have stuff. Clothes, for starters, but like books, maybe. Alright, maybe not books... a guitar, or something. Paints. People had stuff, hobbies. They're fine right now, but maybe always having to eat in the bed and living out of each other's pockets might get old; though, once again, Peter is more concerned with Fiyero than himself. Peter certainly doesn't mind it being a little cramped when it's someone he feels so strongly for.

Leave it to him to spin his wheels on problems they're not even really having yet, but what's the point of being an overthinker when you don't use it to prepare? Peter chuckles, eyeing Fiyero as he hums and digs in, focused on the food. The lapse into silence is comfortable, Peter sticking these thoughts in the back of his mind - something to consider, the longer Fiyero stayed. And... maybe it's a little bit of guiltily hopeful thinking. Having Fiyero around for longer would be a good problem to have, on some level...

Peter clears his own plate fairly quickly, surprising himself with how hungry he was after digging in. It is good, too, and on the new Fiyero Approved list Peter is making for himself, judging by the way the prince happily munches away. Peter drinks some of his water and reaches over to open the laptop again, searching for some light music to fill the air.

Fiyero's never quite had to figure out making a home for himself. He could adjust his living spaces in his various schools, to some extent. But he's either not had too much power over his room, or he's moved on quickly enough that there just wasn't a point. So his instinct isn't to do a lot to upgrade in general, or decorate, or anything. So he might have thoughts of what they lack, without necessarily taking steps to improve it. Maybe together, they'll eventually get stuff. Peter is far more proactive in getting Fiyero things.

"Something to watch?" Fiyero requests as Peter grabs the laptop. He doesn't know what. There's so much, he has no idea what he will find interesting or what Peter likes or what is available. All he knows is his phone seemed to have an endless supply of little things to enjoy. Maybe not a full long thing, but something light?

~~Seems that they're both a little more proactive when it comes to improving each other's situations than their own...~~

Peter blinks, finger poised over the music app he was scrolling through. He obliges, minimizing it to find his media - it's mostly movies, a meager collection with some TV shows scattered throughout. "Sure. I've got... movies, television, YouTube - you were watching that before, the BattleBots? What are you feeling... fantasy, comedy, romance, drama...?"

If it's up to Peter, he'll probably be a total dork and put on Star Trek. What's not to love about a dog dressed up as an alien? So maybe he was raised by hippies and his taste is calibrated as such, what about it?

Peter pulls the laptop down into his lap, swapping his plate to the nightstand as he scrolls through their options. He doesn't really know what Fiyero's taste in entertainment is either, besides 'anything to do with music' - and he could find a musical on offer - but as both of them well know by now, Peter would love to find out.

Fiyero gives a one-shouldered shrug, squinting down at the laptop. Not like it'll help - he has no idea what any of these titles are. He barely knows the difference between movies and television - Peter mentioned it at some point but he may have already forgotten.

"Something funny or simple?" he suggests. The problem with comedy is it depends entirely what the comedy is about, as he might lack context for why something is actually funny. "Nothing too long. Doesn't need to be fiction either."

He doesn't want something that requires a lot of attention or emotional investment. The machines fighting was fun for that, but he'd probably want something different this time. At some point he's probably going to use that video thing to just go through all kinds of things and see what he likes.

"Hm..." Peter hums thoughtfully as he looks through their options, eventually settling on his YouTube homepage. He doubts Fiyero would have any interest in the scientist YouTubers he follows - he scrolls past Hank Green, Vsauce, the usuals. Unsurprisingly, his algorithm is all nerd nonsense. Something funny, simple, short...

"Oh!" He quickly scrolls to his subscriptions, finding Mythbusters near the top. Peter nudges his shoulder against Fiyero's, leaving it pressed up against him when he finds he's pretty comfortable there, actually. He scrolls through the videos with undisguised glee, tilting the laptop towards Fiyero. "Want to see something explode?"

There are plenty of videos where nothing explodes, but there are plenty where something does, as evidenced by the thumbnails. Exploding manhole cover, grenades and guts - there's no shortage to choose from.

"...When you ask it like that, yes, of course," Fiyero answers with amusement at Peter's glee. It's always a delight seeing him excited, though in this case he seems excited because he thought of something they both would enjoy.

Fiyero's looks at the screen, and snorts when he sees an exploding, flaming toilet. "That one," he suggests, poking the screen to start the video. (Forgive him, he's been using YouTube on the phone where you poke the screen...) But at least Peter will know exactly the one to click on to start watching.

He settles in next to Peter, and picks up his forearm to lift it over Fiyero's head, making it very clear he wants that arm around him so he can snuggle up closer. Now that Peter is done eating for now, Fiyero has no compunction about stealing one of Peter's arms for his own comfort.

The Mythbusters show turns out to be very relaxing. Yes, there's a promised explosion teased at the beginning, but a lot of it is them being silly and talking about things in a way even Fiyero understands. There's context he's missing, but most of it gets explained well enough, and he might even learn some science things.

Soon enough, Fiyero has finished his food too, albeit while feeding Peter a few pieces as well. He can feel himself getting full, which never seems to be a problem for Peter. Besides, with the stuff he wants to put Peter through, all the more important to make sure he's fuelled up.

Peter tucks Fiyero into his side with a grin, queuing up the video and settling down to watch. Fiyero seems settled as well, truly settled, and for a moment Peter zones out, shapeless colors moving on the screen in his eyesight, wondering. Wondering how it could really be like this, a moment so unbelievably domestic that Peter briefly wonders, for a second, if it's real, or if maybe the stress of existing has finally made him crack. Because the stress is there, always, perpetually, but at this same exact moment he's happy, and that seems like it should be an impossibility.

And for someone who can throw a truck, that's, well, a lot.

True to form, Fiyero reels him back from the edge of rumination with a gentle touch, pressing food to his lips, warm skin shifting against his own. Peter accepts everything he offers, though he does demand sips of water from Fiyero in exchange, holding the cup up to Fiyero's lips every so often. After making him sweat - figuratively and literally, muscles taut and mouth engaged - Peter wants him hydrated. Trust him... charley horses in the middle of the night sucked.

He checks his phone, opening a text from May. A selfie, with her bug eye glasses in the bottom of the frame, showing off the new MRI machine at the hospital. Peter smiles, saving it immediately. Normally he would send her one back, but Peter doesn't dare confront the embarrassed flush that lies for him on the other side of that door. He knows it would make her brilliantly happy, but he also knows he might very well die if he adds her happy to his happy. They always did work each other up that way, two emotional people sparking, catching alight. The difference was, they used to have Ben in the middle to bring balance to their little family unit.

Instead, he sends her a text - that's the biggest camera i've ever seen! 📸 - and after a moment, offers her what he can:

fiyero's coming to dinner tomorrow
if that's okay?

...maybe he can add a little of her happy to his happy.

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