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Peter laughs softly and collapses back into the pillows as Fiyero disappears into the bathroom. Ugh, he's so happy it feels like it should be illegal, Fiyero's wink giving his stomach a little swooping feeling. Smiling, Peter rolls over when he hears the water rushing through the pipes, reaching for his phone. May is, predictably, very happy indeed. Of course dear, he's always welcome. See you at 6 <3

Peter likes the message and clumsily plugs the phone in, before getting up to set the room back to rights. By the time Fiyero comes back out, Peter's cleared the dishes back to the kitchen and picked up their toys - the gag is by the sink, the rope coiled neatly and hanging off the back of the chair, tools back in their case. It's a small enough place that it looks like a hurricane most of the time anyway, so Peter does try to keep things in some kind of order. He's perched on the chair, one hand buried in his hair, the other fussing with the computer to pick suitable music.

He picks a chill mix and leaves it open - Fiyero can change it if he wants - and rises to cross the room, smile softening at the edges when he sees Fiyero's fresh shave. "Well, you make it look so good..."

Fiyero does look good - naked, grinning sunnily, promising to be an absolute menace. Peter lets his hand brush Fiyero's shoulder as he disappears into the bathroom himself, ducking his head coyly. "Be right there."

Fiyero's not surprised in the slightest to see that Peter has tidied by the time Fiyero emerges. The man can't relax to save his life, probably literally. Then again, given how much Fiyero forced him to relax, it might be for the best that Peter grabs the moments of productivity while he still can, or this place would be even more of a chaos zone than it already is. Granted, a lot is Fiyero's shopping and such, them trying to fit two people into this place, but even so.

As Peter lets his hand brush against Fiyero, Fiyero gently grabs it to hold him back - just long enough to quickly steal a kiss. And alright, so maybe it comes with a cheeky quick butt grab as well. Not much coyness from Fiyero's side at the moment, just a bright smile as he sends Peter on his way.

Fiyero looks around, trying to figure out if there's more to do, anything to prepare. He refills both of their waters, and he also prepares some fruit and snack bars so he can keep Peter fuelled up if need be. He has no idea how long they'll keep going, but goodness knows he gets hungry quick, so it's better to keep him well fed and have something on hand if he's exhausted.

He also grabs the dissolver and puts it on the nightstand, for easy reach in emergencies. Then he puts big towel down on the bed, because there is a pretty decent chance they'll need it.

When Peter comes back, Fiyero's sitting in the chair playing with the rope. He has no plans on using them on Peter obviously, he's just passing the time. The rope marks on his legs are almost gone by now, just the faintest evidence they were there. At least he's still covered in hickeys in various stages of fading. He should probably make sure Peter doesn't give him any more in areas that would be visible outside his clothes before they visit May tomorrow.

Peter is really not used to inaction; idle minds are the devil's playground, after all. Hey, he never claimed it was healthy, but it is true, for better or for worse. Fiyero has been inarguably effective at distracting him, and vice versa, but it doesn't mean the restless drive to do something has gone anywhere. There's a reason it's such an achievement, and maybe that's part of the fun.

He splashes some water on his face, and spends a few minutes preening - brushing his teeth vigorously, wetting a hand towel for a quick wipedown, and messing with his hair (a lost cause, but even so). Peter huffs and stares at his own reflection for a moment, trying not to succumb to any bouts of self-consciousness. It's easier, he thinks, to fake confidence when you're supposed to be in charge. This is something he already knew - Spiderman was definitely a fake-it-till-you-make-it gig at times - but when Peter's mind strays to the preparations they've made to actually leave him vulnerable, potentially unable to move... it's a little more difficult to bluster, and far too easy to blush.

He scrubs at his cheeks to try and get rid of the pink (he's sure he was an easy blusher before the spider bite, but afterwards it's impossible to avoid - he has theories, circling adrenaline activation and his supercharged nervous system) and takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders, before he cracks the door open and returns to Fiyero. Fiyero's the easiest part of all of it - whatever confidence Peter does or doesn't have, his trust in Fiyero fills in the gaps.

Peter slides up behind Fiyero, draping his arms over his boyfriend's marked up chest. He nuzzles into Fiyero's neck, pressing a light kiss to his throat. Yes, he should be good and stop giving Fiyero marks - he already looks thoroughly claimed, evidence of their enthusiasm littering his body. "Reminiscing already?"

Fiyero is more an either/or kind of person. Either he's fully devoted to inaction, or he cannot sit still. Easily bored, yet skilled at being lazy. Either way, productivity has rarely been on the list of options. Yet he's finding it simple enough to rise to the occasion here, when it's something manageable like tidying, and also something that makes a difference. When you have people cleaning up for you, it's difficult to see the point in doing it yourself. But here the person cleaning up is Peter, and if he's doing that, it means he has even less time for cozying up with Fiyero. It's sort of selfish in the end, but at least the end result is still helpful.

Fiyero smiles as Peter slinks up behind him, leaning his head sideways to give Peter room. "Mmm, good memories," he answers lightly, though he loops up the rope again, dropping it on the table as he turns in his seat to face Peter, gently tugging him in front of him. He reaches up for Peter's face, coaxing him down for a sweet kiss.

He's still smiling as the kiss breaks, looking up at Peter fondly. He reaches up to run his fingers through Peter's hair, combing it rather than messing it up further, the way Peter usually does when he touches his hair. "You're so handsome..." he says appreciatively, full of sincerity and affection. Yes, his compliments are intentional to try to build Peter's self-confidence, but that doesn't mean they're not completely and utterly heartfelt.

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Peter shifts easily, following Fiyero's nonverbal request to stand in front of him; he bends when beckoned, fond smile unable to be banished. In the middle of it all, Fiyero manages to look radiant with happiness, and Peter doesn't even put up token resistance. Not now, when Peter can bend forward to kiss him back, coiling his arms around Fiyero's neck, eyes bright when they part. Peter leans into Fiyero's touch, though he has to avert his eyes at such a direct compliment, even as his smile grows, untamed. He knows Fiyero means it - the tone of his voice isn't that of a false or forced compliment, but Peter's also not used to such a thing. He's not sure what to say, so he settles on a muttered, "...Look who's talking."

"All clean-shaven," Peter tilts his head to press a chaste kiss against Fiyero's cheek, long fingers casually dragging through the hair at the back of his neck. "Mm, I miss the scruff, but you look so good like this, too, favoritism is impossible."

Fiyero tries to tame his hair, and while Peter's not convinced Fiyero is making any actual progress, it certainly feels nice. He dips forward for another light peck, pleasantly rosy.

Fiyero feels a wonderful, sweet ache in his chest at the way Peter smiles but looks away at the same time, the bashful voice as he's not sure what to say, instead just turning the compliment back on Fiyero. Fiyero always loves to make him blush, but he also hopes he can make a compliment like that feel so true and expected that Peter simply accepts it.

He grins at the sweet little kisses and the compliments that are appreciated in return - he's glad Peter doesn't mind the clean-shaven look either. Fiyero definitely doesn't want to have a full beard longer maybe half an inch at most, probably ever, so there probably will be a cycle between clean-shaven and various lengths of stubble.

"Exactly - take it from an expert," Fiyero answers back, grin somewhere between cheeky and sweet. "You are very handsome, I should know."

Fiyero is actually well aware his attention can be a lot. He's used it very effectively many a time, the eye contact, leaning in close, the charming smile, the casual touches. He has no compunction in combining it all with insistent compliments and a smile like the sun to make Peter feel as appreciated as possible.

On the outside, they probably look atrociously sappy - luckily, there's no one else here but the two of them. Peter just feels lucky Fiyero doesn't seem to mind that he's a total cheeseball who can be enabled into facefucking his partner, but also turns cherry red with a few well-placed compliments. Fiyero's insistent about it though, refusing to let Peter shrug it off, and he huffs good-naturedly, ruffling Fiyero's hair. "An expert, huh?"

"Does that come with the princely title, or is it a learned skill?" Peter sits on the edge of the bed, capturing Fiyero's hand between his own to keep a point of contact. Yes, the whole of Fiyero's attentions is a lot to handle indeed, the way he seems to look right at Peter, seeing right through him to the heart of what makes him tick. "I feel like you might be biased after the orgasms I've given you, but I'll take it."

Fiyero's never really had the chance to be this sappy. Not in a way where he would mean it, where it would bring him this kind of joy to fully lean into the private, quiet romance of it all. Part of him thought it wasn't even possible to feel this way, that it's something people made up for show, or perhaps something Fiyero himself simply didn't have in him.

Well, he seems to have it in him in spades. And he certainly doesn't mind how paradoxical Peter can be. Fiyero loves to make him blush, to see that Fiyero's affections matter. But oh, if made to pick between that, and Peter's ability to be absolutely filthy and confident in bed? Fiyero would have a difficult time choosing. He's only too happy he gets to have both.

"A little of both. Very important skill to have," he answers, leaning forward to kiss Peter's hand as he sits down on the bed - and then laughs at comment about orgasms. "A fair point, though in that case you definitely can't be trusted either."

If that is indeed the case, it’s perhaps the first Peter is most honored to take. This feeling - after you’ve experienced it, it’s hard to settle for anything less. Peter wasn’t successful at it, and maybe this is just what Fiyero was waiting for, even if he didn’t know it. Someone who could handle his rough, raw edges, and be handled in return.

And they were both switches…

The kiss to his hand is the perfect amount of cheese to fluster him, and Peter laughs with Fiyero, the good-nervous kind of laughter bubbling out of him. “Damn, guess we’ve tainted the whole dataset. At least I have the comfort of knowing your… handsomosity is a certifiable fact.”

Another attempt at Oz-ifying a word, though how on the money Peter is when he’s shooting mostly in the dark is anyone’s guess. Maybe it will make Fiyero smile, though, and that’s all he wanted in the first place. Peter threads their fingers together, smiling down at them. He likes this, too, the simple things. Fiyero doesn’t seem to mind the casual affection - regularly encourages it - and Peter will happily glut himself on it for as long as Fiyero will indulge him.

"Oh, now you're just making fun!" Fiyero accuses, though he's laughing slightly even as he says it, clearly not all that offended. As long as Peter just makes up words or laughs at his strange expressions when they're already having fun, it's not a big deal. Not like it's a personal point of pride or anything, and Peter says just as many strange things that Fiyero gets to laugh about.

However, the laughter does also come with a revenge. Immediately after his accusation, Fiyero bounds out of the chair, smoothly throwing himself at Peter to gently tackle him back onto the bed.

Mostly, of course, so he can kiss Peter senseless for a moment. A silly, happy offense deserves a silly, happy revenge, of course. For all their casual affection, just hand holding was clearly too little. That's for when they're outside and fully dressed, not for when they're naked and joking around, both probably filled with nervous anticipation of their sexy plans.

Fiyero isn't rushing it. He wants Peter (and himself) to be very comfortable and at ease. The main challenge will be not just seducing Peter right away, here and now, when he is so handsome and lovely and happy. But if they're going to be playing with Peter's new and updated invention, they should probably have relatively clear heads as they do so. At least until Fiyero's gotten the hang of it and they've confirmed it works. After that, well, it'll probably be difficult to maintain entirely clear heads.

“Maybe. It’s cute though. I like your foreign words.” Peter giggles with him, awareness spiking a beat late - Fiyero isn’t a threat, after all, but Peter’s reflexes ensure they go tumbling towards the center of the bed, avoiding the edge. It’s not quite his usual spidey sense, either - there’s no touch of dread, like a thumb on the top of his spine. No, this sensation - it’s good, closer to anticipation and excited energy. It makes him wonder - has his spidey sense always activated for fear and harm because that’s what his life has always been seeped in?

Peter’s wondering doesn’t last long - he’s far too busy kissing Fiyero, laughing against his mouth and flushing lightly when skin slides on skin and oh, yes, that feels very nice. Peter’s hands find Fiyero’s face, cradling it to his own until his head is spinning - whether because he’s out of breath or once again dizzyingly happy, well. Why not both?

He’s already been seduced, so good luck with that one. Fiyero just exudes charm - literally and figuratively. But even though the nerves bite at Peter a little - Fiyero makes him feel cared for, special, and that’s the easiest thing in the world to hold onto when it’s coming from someone who shines as brilliantly as Fiyero.

So Peter takes a breath when they part, fingers brushing back through Fiyero’s hair, soft and intimate. Yes, they can try this. Peter knows he can safeword, but he also doubts that he will, and that makes him very sure that they should. “I like everything about you. M’glad you like me, too.”

He also, admittedly, is nerdily excited to see if it works ~~so hopefully Fiyero finds dinky babbling just as attractive.~~

Fiyero's practically built a reputation on being fun-loving. Playful and energetic and always ready for one delightful distraction or another. A lot of the time, it's been based on the aim of distraction, rather than pure enjoyment in itself.

Peter makes him love fun. Fiyero wasn't remotely unhappy as he was sitting there just now, but he wanted to do something fun, he wanted to make them both laugh and embrace and play. It fills him with a whole new kind of joy, just like everything he does with Peter. Fiyero's laughing in between kisses as well, and while they're close and pressing up against each other, Fiyero's not trying to do any grinding or groping in sensitive places. It's as innocent as it can be, nakedly rolling around on the bed together.

Once they're both running out of air and have to break, Fiyero flops down on his side next to Peter, breathing a little heavily and still grinning. Already their hands and legs seem to gravitate towards each other, Fiyero's hand resting against Peter's chest. Like being tangled up together is just their natural state, even as they're lying akimbo in sort of diagonal compared to the direction of the bed.

"I do," Fiyero answers, sweet and simple, and entirely sincere. He reaches up to trace Peter's lips with his fingertips, just committing his face to memory for a moment, the breathless grin fading into an affectionate soft smile. "So.. You want to try out your new invention, darling?"

And yes, the use of the nickname in this moment is entirely intentional.

It feels so normal between them, even if maybe it should be the furthest thing from it. But they've both seen stranger, haven't they? Peter smiles, watching Fiyero settle comfortably next to him, every pore oozing mirth and contentment. It does take some of the edge off the anticipation - Fiyero's good at that, putting people (and especially Peter, perpetually nervous nelly) at ease.

Peter purses his lips in a light kiss to Fiyero's fingertip as it passes over his mouth, nodding despite the way his cheeks warm, something curling in his gut at the casual pet name. He's been so focused on whether or not it would even work he hasn't truly considered what it would be like if it did... but Fiyero's tenderness promises something exciting, indeed.

"Only with you," Peter smiles, thumb brushing Fiyero's temple before he lets his hand fall away so he can gesture for the desk. Fiyero is closer to it, half on top of Peter with the way they're tangled. "It's, um - on the desk."

Fiyero smiles warmly and leans in to give Peter a quick peck on the lips, before pushing himself up. He smoothly steps one foot on the floor to reach out for the little device, and he keeps one foot on the bed like he doesn’t fully want to leave it, picking it up before settling back on the bed next to Peter, nudging for him to sit up as well. He's at least a little familiar with it after watching Peter test it, holding it carefully as he examines it.

"You'll have to show me how to use it," Fiyero says, and although he's nervous too, he's doing his best to project calm confidence. It's more excited anticipation than it is true nerves, so it's not too difficult. "We can try with your leg again first, like before? See how it feels and whether it will hold, before we go further." He reaches for Peter's arm, resting his hand at his bicep and giving a reassuring little stroke with his thumb. "I'm not planning on rushing any of this. And I wanna take my time," he adds, the comforting smile turning a little suggestive.

He wants to be very sweet and comforting, but he's also not going to pretend that he's not excited - that he doesn't think it will be really hot if this works out the way they hope. Because Peter definitely looks nervous - but he also looks gorgeous, naked and blushing and sweet, trusting Fiyero fully even if he's full of anxious anticipation.

Peter sits up, following Fiyero as he snags the shooter off the desk. The cartridge is still spun and waiting, and Peter reaches out to press the activation button on the side of it, lights glowing green as it whirs quietly to life. “You’ll get the hang of it, I’m sure.”

Peter nods at the suggestion, still staring at the device in Fiyero’s hand, because to look at him right now may make Peter pinker. He was distracted while he worked on reinforcing the bed, but now the post at the end of it makes him seven different kinds of nervous (mostly good kinds, at least.)

Fiyero is excited, that much is obvious, and it’s easier to calm his own emotions, knowing he’s not the only one feeling slightly out of place. Peter reaches to touch Fiyero’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. “Take all the time you want, babe. I’m not going anywhere.”

Dangerous words, perhaps, but they’re true. There’s nowhere Peter would rather be than - and certainly nowhere he’s needed more. Peter helps Fiyero curl his fingers around the webshooter, positioning his grip on the trigger. “Squeeze, let it hit the target to glom on, and then pull until you feel the resistance sealing it off…”

It was a lot easier to tie Fiyero up than it is to tie Peter up, that's for sure. But they've both decided it's worth the effort, and it's not a bad thing for Fiyero to have more familiarity with the webshooters in general. At least Peter heals quick, so if they end up messing up in some way that hurts him, it'll get better easily. Though that's obviously more of a worst case scenario thing, and definitely would be a mood killer, it's just good to know that Peter can handle a lot.

Fiyero smiles warmly at Peter's reassurance - though he can't help himself. He absolutely has to waggle his eyebrows suggestively as Peter says he's not going anywhere. "That's the point, yes," he quips fondly, before refocusing on the task at hand.

After that though, it turns much more into something like a teacher and a student, Peter showing him how to use it. Fiyero's a quick learner, and he's definitely paying close attention now. It's almost unsexy in how practical and focused they both become, but goodness knows the sexiness will return quickly in time.

With Peter's help, guiding his hands, their collaborative effort manage to shoot at chunk at Peter's calf muscle, then have him press it up against the underside of his thigh to make it stick. To make sure it holds, they also wrap a single rope of webbing around the shin and thigh, tying to together - partly also so Fiyero can try making the rope like that, how it's slightly different in using the webshooter to create different effects.

It's honestly kind of fascinating, though once they've got Peter's leg secure, the excited anticipation seems to return with a crash. "How does that feel?" Fiyero asks, reaching out to touch Peter's knee. Fiyero's watching Peter attentively now, not just for how the webbing feels, whether it's comfortable enough, whether it's secure - but also how it makes Peter feel.

Peter snorts and dips his head at Fiyero's joke, bumping their shoulders together playfully. Fiyero might think it drags a little, but Peter can feel the way his anticipation thickens as they move through how to use the shooters. It doesn't take a lot of pressure with this trigger setting, but they manage to stick it to Peter's leg and work it into a rope shape, lashing his shin and thigh together. The consistency of the fluid is hitting a good mark, too - sticky, but not to the point of negatively impacting the malleability, and strong.

Fiyero's focused attention was already making him feel flustered, but the reaction to his leg being tied brings a new wave of heat to his face. He flexes obediently at the light touch, muscles pressing against the bonds. It takes a second, but the webbing creaks, and Peter relaxes his leg, hands rising to guide Fiyero's hand in another loop around his leg. "One more time around, I think."

It's pretty strong - if this were his normal recipe, he'd be able to snap it in a heartbeat. His gaze flits up to Fiyero's, color high in his cheeks - how it feels is... hard to describe. Like a shiver of anticipation, rolling up his spine. Helplessness, but in a teasing, delicious kind of way, because he really can't move when the webline is double-wrapped like that. It makes him hyper aware of Fiyero's hand, where he's touching Peter's bare knee, heightening the sensation.

"It feels okay," Peter assures him, reaching out to cover Fiyero's hand with his own - while he still can, the slight thrill spiking when he realizes he's not going to be able to, in a minute. This might actually work, he... might actually be trapped. Truly at Fiyero's mercy, trapped - and not in an impossible pretzel, trying to hold a clocktower together. "I wouldn't go three times around with this stuff, it might risk cutting off circulation. But twice is... it's good."

Fiyero doesn't think it drags, no, he's perfectly enjoying himself. It's just like that moment when Peter was working on the recipe, or getting very into construction, that he sort of forgets briefly that it's for something very sexy. But if Peter isn't forgetting, well, that's a very good thing. Fiyero knows by experience that being the one waiting, anticipating or experiencing helplessness, it is very intoxicating.

"Good," Fiyero answers, turning his hand up to give Peter's hand a squeeze as he smiles. First step, make sure Peter feels comfortable, that it's not cutting off circulation or anything - though if it did, they could adjust along the way, just like they did for Fiyero.

Step two, make sure Peter feels not just okay. "And how does it feel?" he asks in a soft, almost sultry voice, leaning his face in closer to Peter and letting go of Peter's hand. Instead, he's reaching down to gently grab the inside of Peter's bound leg, getting a nice handful of thigh muscle right where his leg meets his groin, giving a good squeeze. Something to ground him in the moment and really draw his attention to the teasing aspect. Peter's hyper aware of Fiyero's hand? Better make the touch a bit more interesting then, right?

Peter might have forgotten before, but he's definitely starting to remember now. His eyes widen slightly at Fiyero's tone of voice, muscles tightening as Fiyero turns the screws, so to speak. The creeping blush answers the question without Peter having to say anything at all. Still, a soft noise ekes its way out of his throat, one hand curling in the bedsheets; like he wants to touch, but even now isn't sure that he should.

"Feels good," Peter breathes, and while it might not be the most descriptive response, the slightly throaty quality of his voice gives it some color. It won't take much to stir him - Fiyero leaning in towards him like that does enough, all on its own - but the hand on his thigh? Peter's legs spread a little more on instinct, inviting Fiyero to touch wherever he wants. "Your hands always feel good, baby..."

Fiyero isn't demanding eloquence. He just wants to know that Peter is enjoying himself, and that question is very easily answered. Peter is giving out plenty of different signals that this is doing things to him, and Fiyero is all too excited to take advantage.

"Good," he answers sweetly, tilting his head to press a kiss to Peter's shoulder. Fiyero’s excited too, of course. It wouldn't take much for him to get hard, definitely feeling stirrings down there, even with how much he's come just today alone. It'll be thrilling to have Peter at his mercy, and the fact that Peter trusts him with it fills him with warm feelings. And just the fact alone of feeling the power he has over Peter - not physically, but just in making him feel things. It makes him want to do all sorts of things to Peter just to make him squirm, or even just to see what would happen.

He is trying not to get carried away though, so even though the way Peter spreads his legs is very tempting, Fiyero's hand merely slides up to glide across his stomach for a moment, before pulling back.

"Mmm, alright. Better get to the other leg before I get too distracted," he says with a playful huff and a smile. "You're very tempting..."

Fiyero shifts, getting in better position to tie up Peter's other leg. Still with his assistance, but getting more secure with how to use the trigger now. Matching the webbing on the other leg as closely as possible. For now he's not restricting anything else, so Peter still has full range of his hips - and his feet, technically, and with their ability to stick, he'd probably have more mobility than most even like this. He thinks he's going to leave the hands free for a bit though. Make sure Peter gets to do some touching to get it out of his system. Or, more likely, to make him more aware of what he's missing once Fiyero does tie them up as well.

Peter is very, very much enjoying himself, wondering how in the hell he got here, though he’s far too engrossed in Fiyero and the current moment to question it too hard - which is precisely what they both need, what they deserve in the middle of all the stress. Today has been a good day, and if the look in Fiyero’s eye is any indication, the trend is going to continue.

…and maybe there’s something to be said for this being a safe place to exert control, when so many other things feel wildly out of control. But like he said - Peter’s a little too preoccupied with the way Fiyero’s hand passes over his stomach, muscles flexing involuntarily at the touch, to examine it that closely.

“I live to serve,” Peter jokes, though the light, anticipatory shiver to his voice betrays him. He’s nervous, excited - and in terms of bodily reactions, aren’t they one and the same? He helps guide Fiyero through repeating the process on his other leg, lashing calf to thigh, something unexpected clenching in his gut when Peter flexes and his knee doesn’t shift. He still has range of motion - and oddly enough, this is not the strangest position he’d ever been stuck in. If he had to, he could probably squirm his way into a crouch and move around from there.

Peter winds up kneeling on the bed, shins flat, webbing comfortably taut around his legs. He rests his hands on his thighs, two fingers messing with the webbing on his right leg - fidgeting, not really testing it or trying to indicate an issue. The position is still exposing - well, by design it’s exposing - cock half-chubbed with low level arousal at the V of his groin. Peter looks up from the binds to Fiyero, brown eyes searching - the mystery of what Fiyero will do with him once he’s got him right where he wants him is deliciously maddening, but Peter was always a glutton for punishment.

Fiyero takes a moment to fidget with the webbing too. Not testing the strength, so much as just the feeling of it once it's no longer sticky, and he can touch it without getting stuck as well. As comedic as that would be, the two of them stuck together - which could be hot, actually, depending on how they're stuck - he doesn't really have plans for that right now.

But the binds seem good, Peter settled and ready for Fiyero to continue onto whatever he wants to do next - Fiyero knows, but he's not warning Peter ahead of time. He's not planning on anything that he hopes requires warning, and the suspense seems to be exciting in itself.

He sets the webshooter aside on the nightstand finally, feeling his own anticipation rising. It is exciting, and while it's mostly coming out in a sexy, in-control sort of vibe from Fiyero, there is also undeniably just the happy fun of it too.

"I'm going to let you keep your hands for now," Fiyero says, getting to his feet with a clever smile on his face. "Let you hold onto me for a while longer."

With that, he reaches down and takes Peter's hands, lifting them up to guide them to wrap around Fiyero's shoulders. Fiyero meanwhile wraps his own arms around Peter's waist and back - before he lifts him into his arms as he straightens up. It might now be as effortless as Peter can do it, but Fiyero is definitely strong enough to carry Peter. Of course, now Peter's legs are all wrapped up, he can't really use them for leverage to wrap around Fiyero. He'll have to just cling on.

Less crazy that picking up Fiyero's chair, but Fiyero's still happily playfully laughing as he lifts Peter, holding him securely - before catching him in a kiss like this.

Oh, trust him - the webbing isn’t great when it gets everywhere. At least this batch was more focused on strength and tension than stickiness. Peter’s had enough mishaps to be sure, some more embarrassing than others - getting stuck hanging upside down with Deadpool? Definitely top ten All Time Low moments.

Fiyero stands, and Peter watches him with interest; already, the little voice in the back of his head (a voice that seems to get progressively louder, where Fiyero is concerned) is trying to determine what Fiyero wants from him, what would be good. Peter wants to please him, of course - but he also has a vested interest in keeping this good feeling between the two of them going.

“My, so generous of you.” Peter laughs warmly, taking Fiyero’s hands and squeezing, before he follows Fiyero’s direction and lets his arms shift up to drape around Fiyero’s shoulders. He’s not expecting Fiyero’s next move though, yelping in surprise when Fiyero lifts him - hands grip, tight at first, and his legs tense, thighs gripping Fiyero’s waist as tightly as they can in this position. It’s exceedingly hot - Peter’s not usually the one being lifted, but he’s also not immune to the appeal, not by a long shot.

He relaxes when it’s obvious Fiyero isn’t going to drop him - his super hot boyfriend might not be radioactive-spider-strong, but his muscles aren’t for show. If you’re asking Peter, he’d have to say that’s sexier, in his opinion. Peter kisses him back, clinging affectionately - he could keep himself up with just his hands, but he doesn’t have to. Fiyero’s got him, hands warm on his skin, supporting his weight steadily.

Peter makes a soft noise of arousal against Fiyero’s mouth, pressing closer - it lets his cock brush against Fiyero’s abdomen, hardening further with a rush of attraction and awe. He tilts his head, noses bumping as he pursues Fiyero’s lips, one hand sliding up to curl in Fiyero’s hair - might as well, while he has the freedom.

Fiyero smiles happily against Peter's lips, giving a pleased hum. He adjusts his grip, one hand coming down to rest on Peter's ass, pulling him closer. Encouraging him to grind against Fiyero's torso, his core muscles taut with holding Peter up. Still, the way he's got his feet planted and is leaning back a little for balance, he could stand like this for quite a while, especially with Peter holding onto him.

Long enough for them to start getting breathless from making out. It's enjoyable enough, kissing him, holding him, feeling his hands in his hair - though the really fun is starting to pull little noises out of Peter by arching his back against Peter's cock. Peter's hardening quickly now, and Fiyero's definitely following suit, a bit slower - for now.

Fiyero breaks the kiss finally, huffing a breathless, delighted laugh. "Alright, keep holding on, baby," he warns, before he kneels down. He gently sets Peter down on the floor, making sure to be careful so he can get his legs under himself properly. "There you go, gorgeous. You comfortable?" he asks, letting go of Peter, still kneeling down in front of him as he reaches up to brush Peter's hair back affectionately.

Fiyero's face is slightly pink from exertion and the breathlessness - his lips in particular, after kissing like that - but he looks at Peter with warmth and happiness. As well as his own fair share of arousal, half hard already. Soon to be a lot harder, he's sure.

Peter does not need to be told twice to grind forward, chasing sensation against the planes of Fiyero’s stomach. Skin on skin contact always feels good - warm, exciting, feeding that insatiable desire to be close. It also helps Peter last - it’s the right amount of sensation to not be overwhelming, while still feeling really damn good. His cock thickens, smearing evidence of his arousal against Fiyero’s skin, and Peter whines into Fiyero’s mouth, hands gripping a little more desperately, holding Fiyero against him.

Fiyero is a great kisser - this, Peter already knew - but he’s panting by the time Fiyero pulls away, pupils blown wide. Reluctant though he may be to let this end when it feels so fantastic, the curl of anticipation is equally incredible. Peter obligingly stills and holds on as Fiyero helps him to the floor; the webbing has held up - though Peter was hardly doing anything that would have put strain on it - yet.

He winds up kneeling again, legs tucked comfortably under himself. He’s held twistier positions for longer, so there’s no sign of strain as Fiyero settles him - though there is fondness that swells in his chest, seeing how much Fiyero cares about Peter’s comfort. Calling him gorgeous, like that’s not supposed to melt Peter into a puddle.

“Very,” Peter assures him, leaning into Fiyero’s touch. His own hands find Fiyero’s neck, settling a warm palm on either side. Fiyero’s the gorgeous one - all pink, breathless, eyes shining happily. Peter leans in to kiss him again, a chaste peck in comparison to a moment ago, but full of sweetness. “That was really hot.”

If he finds Fiyero sexy, he should say so. That’s what Peter’s trying to practice, anyway, even if it makes him a little pink in the face himself - very clearly hot and bothered about it.

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