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

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.

Fiyero's playing the confident part, and it helps him to feel it as well (fake it till you make it), but that doesn't mean there isn't underlying concern and nerves. So Peter reassuring him soothes that worry. And the compliment? It seems to make Fiyero glow with happiness.

"Good," he answers warmly, leaning in for another quick peck. His hand tightens a little in Peter's hair, as he reaches down to wrap his fingers loosely around Peter's cock, providing no real pressure or friction, just the ghost of a touch. His fingers drag teasingly upwards, gathering some precome on his fingertips, before he lifts the hand to his mouth to taste it - still keeping eye contact with Peter. He gives a soft hum, as if enjoying the taste, before he smiles and presses the fingers against Peter's lips - and then into his mouth, briefly fucking his mouth with two fingers.

"Wanna put this pretty mouth to good use?" he asks, though his fingers as still in said mouth. And then he abruptly stands up, pulling his hand back but keeping his other hand with his fingers gripped firmly in Peter's hair. His half-hard cock is suddenly right at eyelevel for Peter now, and Fiyero gives him an encouraging nod.

"You can touch me anywhere you want, just don't touch yourself," he instructs, his voice still warm, but with an almost commanding firmness to it now. Like they agreed, always with care. That warmth and affection isn't going anywhere. Acting like this gives Fiyero an excited thrill, presenting himself for Peter, touching where he likes - but what makes it really amazing is moments like Peter's warm hands against his neck, the soft affectionate kiss, the way Peter looks at him. Showing his appreciation for Fiyero's delighted efforts.

Peter makes another soft sound when Fiyero touches him so deliberately, an inhalation of breath that turns into a quiet groan when Fiyero presses his fingers against Peter's mouth, which opens immedaitely for him. Fiyero has a sensuality about him that's lethal when he activates it, and Peter lets his tongue curl beneath Fiyero's fingers, making it easier for him to press them in - giving in happily. This is surely answer enough to the question, Fiyero's words shooting straight to his cock in a heady wave of arousal.

Fiyero's too kind to give him an outlet so readily, and Peter looks up at him in awe, hands rising to slide up Fiyero's legs, steadying at his hips. He leans forward, still staring up at Fiyero until he can't, anymore, lips mouthing along his half-hard shaft. Peter tilts his head to the side, one hand coming up to rub along Fiyero's length. "Thank you, mm please..."

Touching himself isn't even remotely tempting right now, with Fiyero's attention so wholly focused on him; Peter basks in it, tongue adding a little wet suction to his worshipfully messy head. His lips trail to Fiyero's sac, peppering kisses there as his hand finally wraps all the way around Fiyero, giving him a few languid strokes. So eager to please, and eager to show Fiyero just how much he wants him.

"That's it, darling," Fiyero says encouraging, letting out a pleased, long sigh of relief as Peter's mouth finds his cock. He lets his hand comb affectionately through Peter's hair, petting him as he watches.

He moves his feet a bit, nudging at Peter's thighs to get him to spread them properly. Partly to give Fiyero room to plant his feet, but also just to make him spread his legs, maintaining that feeling of vulnerability. Standing really close so Peter can't lean back much without toppling over.

Still, for the moment he lets Peter do what he wants, to shower Fiyero with pleasure. And he's good at it, not letting eagerness overtake him, warming Fiyero up, so to speak. Fiyero's hardening quickly under Peter's attention, humming appreciatively. It feels wonderful, but half the fun is really in making Peter do it, watching him take to the task so happily.

"That feels so nice, baby.." he murmurs, wanting to reward Peter's eagerness to please, to make sure he feels like he's doing good, because he is. "Making use of your hands while you can too, what a good boy. Gonna tie them up too in a bit, and then I can fuck you whatever way I want. Do you want that, Peter?"

Enthusiastic though he is, Peter's in no rush, following the slow, sensual pace Fiyero has set (well, for now, until he gets too excited.) Fiyero's hand passes over his head, and Peter closes his eyes, lips blazing a path back up Fiyero's shaft to the head, pink and rising up to meet him. He lets out a soft whine when Fiyero nudges his legs apart, thighs quivering in arousal. His own cock has had no trouble getting with the program, curved upwards towards his belly and drooling.

The hand on Fiyero's hip slides to his ass, squeezing greedily at the approval. The other cups his length, working halfway up Fiyero's shaft in a few quick strokes, excitement palpable. "Yes."

"Please?" Peter lets his lips wrap around the head of Fiyero's cock, sucking lightly and groaning when the taste of him washes over his tongue. He blinks big, brown eyes up at Fiyero, nodding and letting Fiyero's cock brush against his cheek as it slips from his mouth, nuzzling at him. "I want you, any way I can have you. Please, baby? Please fuck me."

"Let me make you feel good..." Peter hums, returning his attention to Fiyero's dick - swirling his tongue around the head before letting it fuck into his mouth shallowly, doing the work with a bob of his head, just as Fiyero's fingers had done. His hand squeezes Fiyero's ass again, shuffling him closer - spread open and at Fiyero's mercy, though Peter would hardly consider that a problem.

Oh, Oz... Fiyero really understands how wonderful it is for Peter when Fiyero begs. Having Peter on his knees like this, begging to be fucked, it's incredibly arousing. They've only done it once before - well, it wasn't the same thing when Fiyero was tied up to the chair - and that was a pretend punishment. Peter was passive then, accepting whatever came his way (no pun intended). Now Peter is eager and excited. It's amazing just how easily it is for him to go from blushing and shy, to this shameless, excited need.

"Since you beg so prettily.." Fiyero answers playfully, though there's an aroused roughness to his voice, his eyes dark with lust. Fiyero reaches for the hand Peter's got around the base of his cock, pulling it away and instead to his hip - or ass, or stomach, or wherever Peter wants to touch, really. "Such a good boy, I don't even really need to tie you up to fuck you," he comments, both hands weaving into Peter's hair now, gripping tighter - just enough that it might be a little uncomfortable, knowing now that Peter likes it, that he'll happily take it.

Then his hips start moving, slow, languid thrusts at first, pulling at Peter's head to meet him. The thrusts are shallow, fucking his cock against Peter's tongue as he lets out a soft groan. He's not afraid of choking Peter either, knowing he can pull back if he needs to, but Fiyero’s still not rushing it. He wants to enjoy the process, not rush to the finish line, in addition to getting Peter used to it.

"Keep touching me, baby. Wherever you want, enjoy it while it lasts. Let me focus on fucking your mouth, just relax. What are you gonna miss touching when I've got you all tied up?" Fiyero rambles a little, voice slightly breathless from the pleasure. The warm wetness, sending pleasurable tingles through hum, at the same time as he delights in giving Peter exactly what he wants.

Fiyero's just so natural at coaxing this kind of thing out of him - making it so easy to feel comfortable, to lure him out of his shell, rewarding that vulnerability with earnest praise that only inspires the cycle to continue. Fiyero casts his hand aside, taking charge with a delightfully rough tug of his hair, one that has Peter's hips jerking slightly where he's spread against the ground. He makes a whining noise at the back of his throat, mouth suddenly full, and his newly freed hand finds its way to Fiyero's lower back, feeling Fiyero's muscles rippling beneath his palm.

Peter tries his best to give in, jaw slowly slackening as Fiyero fucks into him, lips wrapped tight around his cock. He can really taste Fiyero like this, pressing up against his tongue, and Peter moans helplessly, cheeks dusted pink. Oh, he's definitely enjoying himself, tension bleeding out of his shoulders as Fiyero claims his mouth - like he's maybe actually relaxing, some deeper part of him beginning to unwind. Fiyero's good at that, too, digging out those nuggets of calcified tension, chipping away them with his wit, his charm, his affection, until they begin to crumble.

He makes another muffled, nonsensical noise against Fiyero's cock, both hands sliding to squeeze his ass again. Yes, he'll very much miss touching Fiyero when he's no longer afforded the privilege - his hands drift, one sliding up Fiyero's abdomen, the other moving to cup his balls, trying to time his groping to the rhythm of Fiyero's lazy thrusts.

And yet - then his hand leaves Fiyero's backside, rising to Fiyero's hands, buried in Peter's hair. His eyes are screwed shut, brown drawn low as he focuses on breathing properly, on relaxing his mouth enough for Fiyero to use him however he likes - but Peter rests his hand over Fiyero's, warm and solid. Yes, he'll miss touching him, including holding his hand, touching his face - but he's trapped on his knees, so perhaps Fiyero's hand will have to do, for now.

Peter's noises vibrate through Fiyero's cock, making him moan softly in return. He can feel Peter relaxing, not just in his jaw, but in his body too. Occupying Peter's mouth seems like a very effective way to do that, whether it's with his cock or his own mouth. Giving him something to focus on, making him feel useful and wanted, and also making sure he doesn't have to worry about what to say. And Fiyero rather enjoys occupying Peter's mouth.

The hands on his ass are nice, but it's even nicer when they wander, mixing things up. He rewards Peter with another moan, fucking just a little deeper the next thrust, hands tightening in Peter's hair. Approaching the back of his throat, like a warning almost, telling him to open up.

And then Peter's hand settles on Fiyero's, and his cock twitches a little in Peter's mouth. Peter might be weak to sweetness and genuine affection, but it's not exactly ineffective on Fiyero either. He lets go of Peter's hair with that hand, taking Peter's hand instead, lacing their fingers together. His other hand moves to the back of Peter's head, getting a firm hold on his hair there instead, so he can effectively pull Peter onto his dick with one hand. It's not like Peter needs much direction, easily manhandled.

"Fuck, you feel good, Peter," he says, slowing as he presses up against the back of Peter's mouth. "My lovely Peter, so happy to be used however I want. Swallow for me, baby..."

And then as Peter obeys, Fiyero groans, deep and scratchy in his chest, as he presses into the tightness of Peter's throat. His grip on both Peter's hand and his hair tightens - but he doesn't stay there, giving Peter time to get used to it, making sure he doesn’t choke or gag. And then another slow thrust, just as deep, starting a gentle rhythm to let Peter adjust his breathing, to anticipate and swallow when he needs to.

Honestly, if an oral fixation was the solution to his motormouth problem - well, there's decent reason he didn't figure this out earlier. Taking away the option to talk himself into a corner, the burden of anxiety over what to say, what to do - Peter just has to be good, and all Fiyero asks him for is this. For Peter to pleasure him, as if it's a luxury Fiyero delights in taking, rather than an offering Peter is only too happy to give.

Fiyero laces their fingers together and demands more, pressing deeper even after sacrificing some of his leverage just so he can hold Peter's hand. Peter shudders pleasantly and loosens even further, accommodating the change in pace, lips sliding nearly to the base of Fiyero's cock as he asks for a swallow. Peter fights to oblige, swallowing around the intrusion; spit has slicked up his chin now, lips pink from the rough treatment.

"Nnm..." Peter moans, squeezing Fiyero's hand as he sinks in ever deeper. He starts to thrust, and Peter's whine is lost to the push and pull, the obscene noises that are starting to come out of him the longer Fiyero fucks him. He takes Fiyero into his throat, muscles fluttering, and consciously swallows, letting Fiyero feel every inch he's claimed of Peter's mouth. Peter tries to look up, eyes fluttering - but he can't see that far, with how much of Fiyero is buried in his throat.

He's not allowed to touch himself, but God, he hardly needs to. Fiyero's praise goes right to his gut, cock aching and untouched, throbbing between his legs. Peter sucks and swallows again, slightly red from how wet it all is - drooling for a taste of Fiyero's cock, happily taking anything Fiyero sees fit to grant him.

Fiyero's legs are starting to feel weak, the intense pleasure centered at the head of his cock radiating out through his thighs and his belly. The more blowjobs he himself gives, the more he knows what an effort it can be as well as how intoxicating it is to have someone press that deep into you - and the hotter it becomes when Peter does it for him as well.

It's unbelievably hot, watching his cock just disappear into Peter's mouth, and have him be so hungry for it. There's still quiet music on, but it doesn't quite drown out the moans and whines and wet slurping noises Peter makes. "So good... Fuck, Peter..." he moans, gaze transfixed on his beautiful boyfriend.

"Fuck.." he gasps, and pulls his hips back, tugging Peter off him by the hair. He was already getting close, and he's not ready to be done. "Good boy," he praises quickly, to stop Peter from worrying he did something wrong.

Fiyero pulls Peter's head back to finally look at him, and he looks like a beautiful mess. Flushed and wet and a little hazy. Fiyero probably looks much the same, eyes dark with arousal, just less spit, his lips less pink from use. Fiyero squeezes Peter's hand. His cock is red and wet and hard, aching with his own denial, bobbing heavily in front of Peter's face.

"Not done with you yet, I promise," he says warmly, letting go of Peter's hair but keeping his hand. He kneels down between Peter's legs, reaching up to wipe the wetness from his chin, before his hand settles cupping Peter's cheek. "You doing good, darling?" he asks softly, not worried but checking in nonetheless. If no other reason than to make sure Peter feels completely cared for and safe and loved.

Peter's losing himself in the rhythm of it, so when Fiyero pulls back he whimpers, swaying forward as he all but chases Fiyero, stopping a little delayed, at the tug to his hair. Peter blinks up at him, but any trace of confusion or worry evaporates when Fiyero continues insisting he's done a good job, leaving only sunny exuberance. Peter is so easy to please it might be sad, if not for the fact that Fiyero clearly enjoys it just as much. He has that look in his eye, like he wants to devour Peter, and Peter is so very down to let him.

Peter's gaze slides from Fiyero's hard dick - engorged, red, glistening with his saliva - up to his eyes, stormy with intent. He nods, clearing his throat as Fiyero kneels, and drawing their linked hands up to his chest, just over his heart.

"So good," Peter manages to breathe, flush, voice just a little wrecked from their activities. It will heal quickly enough, but at least for the moment, there's evidence of their activities left for them to enjoy. He sits up a little, legs still spread wide, on display for Fiyero. "So good, babe, thank you..."

Peter tips his head, letting his lips find the meat of Fiyero's palm. He presses another kiss there, letting his puffy bottom lip drag against Fiyero's skin. "Thank you, mm thank you - "

He does feel cared for, and to be honest, it's only making him hornier. Leave it to Fiyero to find new and inventive ways to turn him on...

Fiyero smiles warmly at Peter's answer, not only reassured and turned on, but also proud at making Peter feel good. Not even from touching him, just from treating him the way he wants to be treated, the way that excites and fulfills him. It's obvious in the way Peter showers him in affection and gratitude.

"Good," Fiyero answers simply, but his own affection is infused in just that simple word. "You're welcome." He leans in to give Peter another kiss, languid but simultaneously more demanding. Sensual, his teeth finding Peter's puffed up lower lip and tugging at it, before opening his mouth wider to deepen the kiss, pressing their tongues together.

He lets Peter continue to hold his hand, but the other slides down his neck and chest, fingertips caressing his stomach. Then he reaches down and drags two fingertips up Peter's cock, as if he's slowly dragging noises out of him as well as precome.

He breaks the kiss as he reaches the head of Peter's cock, holding it still between his middle and forefinger, then rubs his thumb lightly across the sensitive head as he looks down. "Mmm.. So excited," he comments appreciatively. He lets go, popping his thumb in his mouth and sucking it, making a wet pop as he pulls it out. The taste of Peter is exciting, but he's making him wait for having the favour returned.

"That reminds me," he says, standing up, tugging Peter's hand with him, before he lets go - almost gently, lingering a second just before, so Peter won't feel too abandoned too quickly. He looks around for a moment before he spots the condoms, grabbing one and holding it out to Peter, looming over him. "You'd better put one of these on."

Peter melts eagerly into the kiss, lips parting to invite Fiyero in. Fiyero's kisses are both sweet and sensual, Peter's heart squeezing happily in his chest as he clutches Fiyero's hand over it, but also going straight to his dick, like Fiyero's found the secret answer to what hits both at once. Peter's other hand rises to Fiyero's face, fingers sliding up into his hair - not tugging, just touching, petting through it because he can. Fiyero seems to be doing the same, exploring his neck, chest - until he reaches Peter's erection, teasing the sensitive glans. He's rewarded with a keening whine, muffled against his mouth, and a fresh wave of precome beading at Peter's tip.

"You're exciting," Peter accuses, but it has no bite, almost shy. He bites his lip, brown-eyed gaze tracking Fiyero's fingers up from his cock to Fiyero's mouth; his cock twitches against his stomach, hopelessly turned on. He lets his hands fall away as Fiyero stands, settling them on his thighs instead, which seems a safe bet. He's not sure what Fiyero's going for, until he's retrieved a foil packet from the condoms they bought, offering it to him.

"...on myself?" Peter clarifies, though he's pretty sure that's what Fiyero meant. He fiddles with the packet, thumb catching at the edge and ripping it open to get to the small ring of plastic inside. He didn't buy the pre-lubricated ones - once, he made that mistake, and never again. He does glance up at Fiyero, eyes wide and maybe a shade worried. "Can I ask why? You're not - going to try to - uh, put me anywhere other than your mouth, are you?"

He thinks likely probably not, but it doesn't hurt to ask and be sure, especially with their track record of jumping in headfirst. He knows Fiyero has never done any of this before, and that's an experience that would both be safer and sweeter if Peter wasn't tied up and used as a living sex toy.

Fiyero will honestly miss Peter's loving touches as well, but the excitement of making him feel truly helpless is much too strong to stopped. He can still touch as much of Peter as he wants, after all. Or as little. Though while Fiyero has promised to tease him, he doesn't have any plans to ignore him entirely. Just parts of him. And it probably means he can get more of those deliciously needy whines.

Fiyero grins at the accusation. It's not like it was a judgement or a complaint, pointing out how aroused Peter is. He gives a nod at the clarification, and then kneels down again once Peter shows his concern.

"As tempting as that sounds, no," he answers with a reassuring smile, reaching up to brush his fingers through Peter's hair. "The opposite, really. I'm not going to put you anywhere, but I don't want the sheets to be all messed up once we curl up together afterwards." It's half true, maybe a bit incomplete. But the reason for the condom is entirely true. He doesn't want Peter spilling all over the bed.

Peter's definitely nervous - excited, but nervous about what it will be like to be genuinely defenseless, exposed and open to Fiyero's whims. Knowing, especially, that Fiyero's entire goal is going to be to drive him past the point of self-control, to get him to struggle while he's trussed up and unable to accidentally be destructive. To lose control safely, and actually give in to the moment...

Peter tilts his head into Fiyero's touch, laughing softly when Fiyero outlines his reasoning. Yes, that would make sense, particularly with Peter's propensity to... produce quite a bit, multiple releases in a row. He nods his assent, pinching the tip of the condom and reaching down to roll it on, elastic snapping snug against his shaft.

"We might, um..." He huffs a little, eyeing Fiyero as he admits the truth: " - might have to change it. If I come more than twice inside of it? You know, it might get... full."

Fiyero watches with interest how Peter puts it on. Pretty simple, so he should have no trouble replacing it if need be. Or putting one on himself, though he doesn't have plans that would need that. "Good thing we bought a lot, then," Fiyero answers lightly, obviously far less bothered by this than Peter is. Fiyero knows Peter can come a lot, and yes, he considers it a perk.

He reaches down to wrap his hand around Peter's cock, gentle but not just ghosting across like before. An actual light grip, as he gives Peter two slow pumps, in an intentionally very casual and nonchalant way. Like that's not going drive Peter wild after getting almost no touch.

"Does it feel different?" he asks, still in that casual, light voice, his other hand still tangled in Peter's hair. It feels different to touch, the texture of it, but not extremely so. It's still very clearly Peter's cock, and he'd be just as pleasantly hard and warm if Fiyero did put him somewhere.

Some unknown tension seems to unfurl within Peter at the confirmation that Fiyero isn't bothered by it. It's like Peter keeps expecting him to be - and he isn't, which is relieving, and one of the ways Fiyero seems intent on building his confidence, brick by brick. Peter smiles, ducking his head almost bashfully - though he's quickly interrupted by Fiyero reaching down to touch him, two lazy, wonderfully slow pumps up the shaft. He chokes on a whine, hips bucking up towards Fiyero's hand on instinct - one hand reaching for Fiyero's arm, the other tense against his bound thigh.

"Not - by much," Peter manages, tipping his head back into Fiyero's hand, exposing the long line of his throat. It doesn't dull the sensation nearly enough to matter - not to him, at least. He can't feel the familiar texture of Fiyero's hand, but the warmth and pressure are the same, pre spewing from his tip, clouding the translucent barrier. Peter turns his gaze up to Fiyero, wide-eyed and amorous, hips canted up towards him as much as he can with his legs spread like they are. "Please? How do you want me?"

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