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

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.

They are very good at looking out for each other, in all sorts of ways. Fiyero might not always ask for the kind of care he yearns for, but most of the time he will at least accept it when offered. Peter is similar, occasionally putting up an argument, but easily convinced. Fiyero too finds himself... remarkably happy. If not free of troubles, at least they can have these moments.

He seems to sink further and further into the bed as they watch, once he finishes his plate and sets it down on the chair. An arm wrapped across Peter's waist, his stubbly cheek resting on Peter's chest as he snuggles into him as much as he can while still seeing the screen.

It does start giving him a little bit of a shoulder cramp though, so he reluctantly pushes himself up again. "You were saying something about a massage?" he prompts cheekily as Peter writes something in his phone. Peter's got this sweet little smile, and Fiyero wants to burn it into his brain forever - and give him many more of those, hopefully.

Peter clicks the phone shut even as it buzzes - her response immediately enthusiastic, he's sure, he doesn't even need to look - countenance pleasantly rosy. He sets it aside on the nightstand, reaching out eagerly to Fiyero when he pushes himself up, hand caressing his cheek. "Mm, yes I think I do recall that..."

"C'mere," Peter divests his lap of the computer, setting it aside on the desk. He prods Fiyero's shoulder playfully, guiding him towards laying down on his front and pillowing his arms. His palms smooth up Fiyero's biceps, over his shoulders, settling in the high center of Fiyero's back as Peter shifts himself, pulling a very similar straddling maneuver as Fiyero did earlier. He tucks his knees so he doesn't put the whole of his weight on Fiyero, giving himself the space to move. "You must be tight, after that."

"And this morning," Peter leans down to murmur in Fiyero's ear, hands kneading slowly but firmly down his back, then up again, with a calibrated amount of pressure. "You're very ambitious..."

Fiyero is easily arranged, following the encouraging nudges Peter gives him. He lies down with his head on his arms, able to turn his head towards the desk to continue watching the rest of the episode at least partially paying attention.

It's just nice to have Peter touch him like this. A massage is great, of course, but getting one from Peter is particularly wonderful. They're very tactile when it comes to showing affection, and this is yet another way they can do it.

Fiyero snickers a little at Peter's suggestive comments, back tensing up briefly with the laughter before relaxing under his hands. It feels even better than anticipated, so he'll definitely be making the occasional quiet moan of appreciation. "I am, yes. Still have plenty of untested ideas, too," he answers cheekily.

For how different they are, there are certain ways they're the same. Peter might have been briefly worried about his tendency towards romance, but he doesn't have to worry about this. Fiyero welcomes his touch, and gives his own freely, coaxes Peter to do the same. He's so aware all the time, it's relaxing to just bask in Fiyero's presence. Taking the opportunity to memorize the planes of Fiyero's body certainly doesn't hurt things, either; Peter sets himself to making sweeps up and down Fiyero's back, methodically rubbing out his muscles.

"I hope the show isn't giving you inspiration," Peter teases, beaming at the soft moan he gets out of Fiyero, knuckles rolling down his lower back. The Mythbusters are doing something with hairspray and a lit match, and Peter bends to brush a quick kiss to Fiyero's hair. His hands move, shifting to rub along Fiyero's arms, then down his sides, anywhere the rope could have pulled.

"Not so far," Fiyero answers with quiet amusement. It's more difficult to concentrate on it now, full of food and having an amazing massage, making him just want to take another nap - but he doesn't want to nap the entire day away, and once the fullness eases, he'll probably get another burst of energy.

"Not a big lover of fire. So don't worry, I won't accidentally burn the house down," he continues playfully. It's entertaining watching it from a safe distance on the screen though. That sort of appreciation of the raw power without having to be actually close to it himself.

Fiyero tugs a pillow under his head, then shifts to put his arms down his sides, giving Peter access to other parts and also relaxing his shoulders in a different position. It's very pleasant, the loosening of his muscles and the touching of the sore places - as well as the kisses that just make him feel nice and warm and content.

"No?" Peter hums quietly, with interest, but also willing to let it drop if Fiyero wants it to. He can't say he's a huge fan of it either, but then, the most his experience extends to is May's gas range and running through burning buildings (it happens more often than you'd think). It's not as though he's ever really gone camping or had to start a fire himself.

Peter does another pass over Fiyero's back, rubbing everything out, watching as Fiyero grew more and more relaxed, tension in his muscles easing, loosening. He drags his thumb down Fiyero's spine, rubbing on either side of it, pursuing any twinges with attention and care.

After a bit, Peter shifts, moving down to Fiyero's legs. Thigh, calf, all the way down to his feet, Peter rubs out his tightness, until he feels the muscles relax in his hold. Good; Fiyero deserves to feel good, on all levels, at every stage of his day.

"Mm, wildfire in the plains is intense," Fiyero answers with a small shrug. No big story attached to it or anything, or at least he doesn't think so. It's just something he knows not to mess with. He does know how to light a fire though.

Mostly he just is too comfortable to maintain conversation. The massage is making him pleasantly zone out, half absorbing what's happening on Mythbusters, as he feels like he's slowly melting into the mattress. Especially once Peter moves onto his legs as well. This would be very good foreplay, and to some extent it might still end up being that. Though it might take a moment, as he's starting to feel rather unwilling to move.

"You're very good at that," he murmurs happily, his body basically turning to putty in Peter's hands. Well, once Fiyero regains his energy, Peter will benefit from Fiyero feeling good, at least.

Peter makes a noncommital humming noise of understanding, though he can't deny he's slightly fascinated. As Fiyero well knows, he's never been outside the city - and while he has run into his fair share of burning apartment buildings, a wildfire eating up acres upon acres of land sounds like a different beast entirely.

Peter sets into a rhythm, careful strokes of his hands, the kneading of his thumbs and knuckles, alternating. He smiles at Fiyero's drowsy mumble - evidence of his contentment, Peter thinks, rather than actual exhaustion - and the way his body seems to slump down into the mattress, tension evaporating.

"It's about pressure," Peter murmurs back, bending Fiyero's leg at the knee to get at the soles of his feet, thumbs rubbing out the muscle carefully. Fiyero's mostly healed, after his traipsing around Manhattan, but Peter avoids his heels to be safe. "And attention to detail..."

He turns back around, when he's finished with Fiyero's legs, going for a gentler round two on Fiyero's back. Now that he's relaxed, Peter can work the tendons of his neck with a more delicate touch, head cocked to the side to listen to the tiny pops in Fiyero's spine when he helps him rolls his shoulders. Peter leans down, pressing a kiss to an unblemished patch of Fiyero's skin, smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "But I'm very glad you're enjoying yourself, baby."

Fiyero hums, his eyes closing again. He's opening and closing them based on the sounds from the show now, letting them close when they're just standing around talking, but occasionally opening them to watch when something more exciting or interesting or confusing is happening.

He smiles warmly at the kiss and the response. Peter is an amazing boyfriend, so lovely and caring in so many ways, devoted to making Fiyero feel good. Even when he isn't getting sex out of it.

"Mmm, I'm gonna pay you back later, darling," he promised, shifting his hand (on the other arm than the one Peter is currently working on) to caress Peter's leg with his fingertips. Just a small touch of affection.

He knows he doesn't have to 'pay him back', that this isn't transactional in any way. Peter keeps insisting as much, while also wanting to even the score when he feels guilty about coming more often - which you'd think means Peter thinks it's only transactional when it's in his favour, and that can't stand, obviously. Really, Fiyero's words are more a promise for later, letting Peter know he hasn't forgotten. Though really, how could he forget?

"Every time you call me that," Peter bites his lip, slightly pink with admitting it, but maybe it's easier when Fiyero isn't fully looking at him. His hands continue smoothing down Fiyero's back, working out every kink he can find. "S'payment enough, 'yero."

He likes it - it's no secret, at this point, he's said as much - but he really does. Fiyero's lazy, accented drawl, the affection he infuses into the word and the simple touch to punctuate it - Peter really, really likes it. Being Fiyero's darling. Belonging to Fiyero is no hardship, and getting to pour his own devotion back into him, without rejection - yeah, Peter's pretty sure he's making out like a bandit on his end of this deal.

"This," Peter lets his hands smooth over Fiyero's biceps as the massage slows, settling down on top of him - letting his weight act as a blanket, warm skin sliding on skin. Peter nuzzles into Fiyero's neck, lips brushing over his throat. "Mm, it's nice..."

Fiyero's smile widens at Peter's pleasure at the nickname. It makes him want to say it all the time, though he also likes getting a little bit of a reaction out of it, so he doesn't want to overuse it. Then again, it feels like it would be difficult to do too much of something nice.

He hums happily as Peter settles on top of him, shifting a little to accommodate. Moving a foot to hook around Peter's ankle, taking his hand to pull it up to his mouth and kiss it. Making sure the human blanket is very welcome.

There is the small horny part of his brain that has the impulsive thought to offer Peter fucking his thighs in this position, as a warm-up to the pay-back. He resists, partly for the comfort, partly the cleanup, and partly having plans.

"Alright, so no payment. A bonus. Winning a random prize," Fiyero suggests, quietly playful. He gives the impression of being sleepy, but really he's just very comfortable. "So, do you have any requests for your prize? Something in particular you would like to do? Or have done to you, perhaps?"

Peter folds his fingers into Fiyero's when he takes his hand, allowing Fiyero to manipulate his arm until it's partially curled around him, Fiyero's foot brushing up against ankle soothingly. Peter makes a soft noise of happiness, tilting his head to lazily watch the video playing in the background - is it still the same myth? Peter's lost track, focused on Fiyero and getting to touch him.

It probably isn't going to help him beat the besotted boyfriend allegations, how very much Peter's not even thinking about sex. Well, beyond how attracted he is to Fiyero, which seems a given, at this point. He's just soaking up the contact, exhaling softly against Fiyero's ear.

"You're the prize," Peter protests, equally as playful. His hand squeezes Fiyero's, two firm pumps before they settle against the sheets, still entwined. "Um..."

Clearly, he hadn't thought that far ahead, about what Fiyero could do with him - or rather, what he wanted Fiyero to do with him. What he wants and what he gets in life are usually so incongruent, it's not worth contemplating. But Fiyero's asking and he doesn't have an answer, and Peter tries not to feel like a total dweeb about it.

"I don't know," Peter says, voice low, almost apologetic. "I'm uh... pretty easy to please, I guess. I just... want to be with you."

Which sounds so lame, and Peter feels his cheeks heating, so he buries his face in Fiyero's hair, muscles shifting over top of him. He was focused on whether or not tying him up could be viable, he hadn't considered what they'd do once he was. "...I don't want to have to hold back. To think about controlling myself, you know? If, um... if that's possible. And it might not be! I don't actually know if this will work."

The show has long since moved on from the exploding toilet myth. They seem to put multiple in the same episode, though Fiyero's attention isn't very devoted to it anymore. In fact it immediately fades into the background the moment they start talking about sex. Unsurprisingly.

It doesn't surprise him that Peter doesn't have an answer ready to go. They've already experimented far beyond what either of them imagined, and Peter doesn't really ask for things for his own pleasure. Fiyero's not too worried about pleasing him. But if there are some fun ideas in there, Fiyero does want to coax them out. Fiyero himself is mostly running on old fantasies, brand new inspirations, and whatever impulses that occur while having fun.

"You're definitely getting that," Fiyero answers warmly, kissing Peter's hand again. He can almost feel the heat of his embarrassment, though Fiyero is probably just imagining it from the bashful sound of his voice. Fiyero is patient though, giving Peter time and room to think it over.

"Well, I'm up for trying if you are," Fiyero answers encouragingly, once Peter elaborates on what the appeal of being tied up is. It makes sense, it occurs to Fiyero. Peter has a lot of power and seems constantly aware of it, especially when it comes to hurting Fiyero. Of course he'd want a break from that. Fiyero can relate, even if his control has more to do with composure than physical strength.

He starts shifting a bit, nudging at Peter to lift himself up a bit. Though once Peter does, Fiyero simply rolls over onto his back, wrapping his arms around Peter's waist and pulling him closer, getting him to settle back on top of Fiyero while they can look at each other - or snuggle into each other's necks.

"So, what do you think would make you lose control?" Fiyero asks, smiling a bit cheekily. "Being teased? Coming repeatedly? Being touched in a certain way? How do I drive you wild, darling?" He definitely emphasises the pet name, and the slightly smug look is simultaneously very warm and affectionate.

Peter... might have a few. Buried in there somewhere - like the thigh fucking. That was pretty alright, wasn't it? And he definitely has a few long dormant fantasies that have been re-awoken by that gag they bought. Curiously, none of the formless masturbation material has ever involved him in the gag... not that he'd be opposed. But those kinds of fantasies never really crossed his mind; he tried being the submissive one in encounters he wasn't emotionally invested in, and it really did not work for him. None of it worked for him, but especially that: vulnerability. With Fiyero... it's different. He trusts Fiyero, and trust is not an easy thing to come by... least of all like this, knowing he can be fully himself, without reservation.

Peter shifts, accommodating the wordless request and adjusting so Fiyero can roll over and they can tangle together, easy and comfortable. One of Peter's hands folds beneath Fiyero's arm, warm against his shoulder; the other reaches up, brushing Fiyero's hair out of his eyes, from where it's floofed on the pillow.

"I don't know. I've never - lost control." Peter admits, again almost apologetic. Like he should have, maybe, in preparation; what's a nerd's worst nightmare, aside from a test they haven't studied for? But of course, it makes sense that he's never lost control. The closest he's ever come was ripping that pillow the other day. This is... new territory for them both. "Probably being teased. I don't know what the upper limit is on orgasms..."

No one's ever tried to get him to come as much as Fiyero has, including himself. It mostly happens incidentally - or it did. He wets his lips, biting the lower one and ducking his head, bangs flopping over his eyes as his gaze drops to the sinuous lines of Fiyero's clavicle. It's not the talking about sex that's doing it, exactly - but if Fiyero keeps calling him by that affectionate nickname, it's definitely doing something.

"Tugging my hair." Ah, finally something actionable! He's mumbling it into Fiyero's chest like it's a confession, but at least he's being honest. "Everything is... you know, dialed to 11."

"I like kissing." His lips drag up Fiyero's neck to his jaw, nuzzling there, just breathing him in. Like he said, his senses are heightened. What's going to drive him wild? Everything. "I like tasting you..."

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