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

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?"

Fiyero smiles at the way Peter's hips twitch. He can't really buck much if he can't unfold his knees, the only real movement coming from pushing off with his toes, or - with his legs spread out wide like this - pressing off with his knees. Not much to do anything with. (It could be fun to just hold his hand still and have Peter try to thrust up into it, to get any sort of friction... Thought for later.) Peter could just move Fiyero's hand and it would be simpler, but he's too well behaved for that, and Fiyero intends to see to his hands in a moment.

Fiyero smiles warmly at the question, and at Peter's absolutely lovely expression, and while he doesn't answer, he does lean in to reward him with a quick kiss.

Then he stands up again, stepping behind Peter and kneeling down on one knee behind him. He snakes his arms around him, getting a good grip around his chest. "Push off the floor with your knees, please, baby," he requests casually. It's a difficult position to pick Peter up from, but getting Peter's help for the very first bit, Fiyero manages it with some careful effort. They're lucky Fiyero is strong, but honestly they're also lucky Peter is skinny.

It's straightening up that's the difficult bit though, so once he's standing he's got Peter in a secure grip, pausing for a second to lean his head down and press a kiss against Peter's neck. Then he turns towards the bed, gently setting Peter down on the edge of it, making sure he's got his legs comfortably under himself to support himself.

They're also lucky Fiyero did think some of the logistics through beforehand, cause he's still very hard, and it's a bit difficult to think particularly complex thoughts. Especially when his cock presses up against Peter's back while lifting him. He straightens up, hands settling instead on Peter’s shoulders as Fiyero takes a steadying breath.

"I think you've enjoyed the use of these long enough," he teases, leaning down again as his hands slide down Peter's arms, finding his hands and gently taking them in his. He pulls one up towards his face, where he's leaning over Peter's shoulder, giving his knuckles a kiss. "You ready for that?" he asks gently, sweetly. However commanding and confident and possessive he might occasionally be throughout this particular adventure, he wants to treat those particular milestones with care. Every time Peter gives up a bit more of his freedom, Fiyero wants to watch if there's any hesitation or reluctance, any nervousness that goes beyond the expected excitement.

Peter accepts the kiss with a soft smile, head turning to follow Fiyero until he's stepped completely behind him, before Peter turns to face forward again - because as Fiyero so astutely pointed out, he's far too obedient to kick up much of a fuss. Well - at the moment. Maybe Fiyero will be able to challenge him enough to crack that restraint... if anyone can, it would certainly be him.

They're able to get him up, though Peter does leverage some stickiness in the sole of his foot to help out. It doesn't change the fact that Fiyero manhandling him is hot, depositing him on the bed and helping rearrange him both comfortably, and to Fiyero's liking. He can feel Fiyero's arousal press against him as they straighten out, and Peter bites down on his lower lip - the taste and feel of Fiyero moving in his mouth so fresh he can recall it terribly easily, which is doing nothing to help his own erection.

Peter lets his hand turn in Fiyero's, brushing his fingers against Fiyero's mouth affectionately at the kiss. The idea of being completely at Fiyero's mercy - nervous, exciting, thrilling - all of the above though it may be, Peter trusts him. He feels warm all over from Fiyero's attention and sweet affection, and yeah, sure, this has never truly been an option for him, trusting so much of himself with someone - but there's no one he'd rather trust than Fiyero.

How Fiyero has managed to cement himself so adeptly may not make sense from the outside, but Peter sees the heart of him, so he nods, reaching up with his other hand and craning his neck more to turn to Fiyero.

"One more kiss?" Peter entreats, cupping Fiyero's face with both hands. He pulls Fiyero to him, kissing him soundly, one hand slipping up to wind into his hair, the other cupping Fiyero's cheek so his thumb can brush lightly back and forth against his cheekbone. When they part, Peter tips his chin up to press a light kiss to Fiyero's nose, hands sliding down to Fiyero's neck, resting there in patient surrender.

It probably also helps with Peter's patience that Fiyero is really just answering Peter's question with action, rather than words. He's enjoying keeping Peter guessing, though he's also glad he's made Peter comfortable enough to feel like he can ask questions if something concerns him. Soon enough, Peter will have less and less ability to do much about how Fiyero might want him, so what's the point in even telling him, right? Fiyero can just arrange him how he wants. The point, of course, would be if Peter was sincerely anxious about it, then Fiyero would tell him more. But as long as he's comfortable trusting Fiyero and the process, then Fiyero wants him to just enjoy the ride. Let Fiyero worry about what needs to be done.

Peter also feels comfortable requesting one last kiss - actually asking for something he wants! And how can Fiyero deny him that? He wants to encourage that in Peter. Unless there's a very specific reason to deny him - like how he's promised to tease him, or if it's overridden by some other concern. Fiyero wants to indulge Peter as much as he can within those boundaries.

He shifts to be more at Peter's side, letting Peter twist to face him as much as possible for the kiss. It's a very good kiss, heartfelt and sweet, Fiyero humming appreciatively into it. Putting a hand on top of Peter's hand on his cheek. Fiyero's smiling when they part, warm and affectionate and pleased.

"Thank you for asking, baby," he says, resting his hand on Peter's chest. "I want you to ask for what you want. Even if I might not always give it. I love that you ask for it."

If Peter were really in distress about anything, he knows Fiyero would notice. The way he's looking at him, the way he's treating Peter? Even when he's being manhandled, manipulated to Fiyero's liking, it's never without thought or care. He's not being used for gratification, even if that may ultimately be the result. Fiyero smiles at him, and Peter's heart flutters, skipping a beat in a way that has, for once, nothing to do with his perpetual anxiety.

"I'll try to remember that," Peter grins, gaze tracing Fiyero's face, the cut of his cheek, the way his hair falls just so over his forehead. It's more than just reassurance that he can and should ask for what he wants - but approval, proof that Fiyero is pleased with him... which is very nice indeed. He lets his free hand brush against Fiyero's clavicle, admiring the dark dusting of hair there that leads down towards his chest. Peter's gaze flits back up to Fiyero's, perhaps too earnest for what comes out of his mouth next - but then, that's Peter. "I want you to tie my hands. Please, 'yero?"

Proof, too, that Peter is ready for it. There's no trepidation there, not when it comes to trusting Fiyero. He has their safeword and Fiyero's soft attentiveness - all that remains is anticipation, and a deep desire to please Fiyero however he'll allow.

It's become something of a cornerstone of their relationship. Heartfelt earnestness, sweetness and care and playfulness - whether it's paired with very kinky sex, lazing in bed, or going through awful trauma and danger. Fiyero's not even that surprised when it's something naughty that Peter requests so sweetly.

He does let out a warm laugh, grinning happily as he nods at the question. "That I can definitely do for you, darling," he answers, leaning in to press a smack of a kiss to Peter's cheek. He might not match Peter's soft quiet sincerity in this moment, but there is certainly nothing insincere in the joy and excitement he exudes.

He gets to his feet, grabbing the webshooter and the chair, pulling it closer to the bed so he can sit right behind Peter. He sets the webshooter down on the table within easy reach, before taking Peter's arms. He's sure in his movements, but he doesn't need to be forceful in guiding Peter's hands back.

He thoughtfully places them at Peter's back, the back of Peter's hands flat against the bottom of his lower back. Not with the wrists crossing each other, but instead on a way where he can attach them directly to Peter's back. "How's that? I want you to be comfortable, including when you're lying on your back," he says, letting Peter choose how he thinks it would be best for him to be tied up. He's the one who can tell whether his arms are at a good angle and such. But with his hands like this, he can lie them flat against the bed when he's on his back. Fiyero can also place a pillow at his back between his arms to relieve some of the weight then too.

He would place them at his thighs, but that also means Peter can use the strength in his arms to pull at his legs, which Fiyero would rather avoid, to spare the bedframe later. Better to spread the strength out. If Peter pulls a hand free, it doesn't mean his leg will be free, and vice versa.

Maybe it's something they both need - it's definitely something Peter needs, something he doesn't usually admit that he needs, but needs nonetheless. Fiyero doesn't seem to mind providing it, either, and that draws him in like nothing else. The darling brings another happy flush to his face, and Peter shifts to face front again as Fiyero retrieves the shooter and gets comfortable behind him, anticipation rising. What will Fiyero do with him? What demands will he lay at Peter's feet? Whatever Fiyero wants, Peter silently commits himself to delivering, with renewed determination.

His arms shift easily, following Fiyero's guiding touches. He nods, rearranging a little bit so his hands are stacked, one above the other, pressed to his lower back. It allows him to relax his shoulders, avoiding any awkward, jutting out angles. "This is good, baby."

It leaves him very exposed, bundled up with his limbs tucked beneath him. If Fiyero were to put him on his back - there's simply nothing Peter can do with writhe, no leverage to be had. Just his cock, ramrod straight and achingly hard, wrapped up in a condom to catch the mess Fiyero expected him to make. Just the thought makes him twitch a little, fingers fidgeting against his back. Was Fiyero even planning to make him come, or did he expect Peter to blow it on his own first? His thighs strain, but the webbing doesn't give, legs still trapped, calf to thigh. Peter takes a deep breath, recentering himself; he can do this, and he can make a decent attempt to last while he does...

Fiyero lets Peter adjust, again glad that Peter feels comfortable speaking up and choosing, not just fully submitting to whatever Fiyero decides. That will probably come later, no doubt, but at that point the things he might simply put up with will be less impactful. Better to get the important things completely right. Peter submitting himself to endure discomfort or denial is part of the fun, as long as it's not painful or going to put a damper on the fun.

"Alright, baby, keep still," he warns, so Peter stops fidgeting while he actually secures him. Fiyero's cock is distractingly hard, but the need has been pushed to the background for the moment, so he can focus.

Peter's wrists and forearms overlap next to each other enough that Fiyero can place two ropes, attached to his back, but that might be weaker than looping around like he did with his legs. So he gently pulls Peter's arms towards him, and tells him to stay like that, before he shoots one strand to Peter's forearm, then carefully loops around, attaching them together. He waits until it's not as immediately sticky, before he puts Peter's arms against his back once again.

"Here and here, I think," he suggests, gently touching Peter's back and arms to indicate where it looks best to attach. One rope on each side of where he attached the arms together, spreading the pressure out, secure without cutting anything off too tight. He waits until Peter okays it, before going ahead, attaching Peter's arms to his back.

It provides just enough wiggle room in his shoulders and elbows that he's not stuck in one static position, and still lets him twist his upper body a little bit, if not as much as usual. "How's that? We can redo it if it's too tight or uncomfortable," he says. He smiles a bit, and though Peter can't see it, it's obvious in his voice. "After all, I'd rather take the time now than having to stop in the middle."

Fiyero carefully contemplates his options for tying Peter up, and Peter valiantly tries to hold his composure - but it gives him time to think, the only other distraction being the brush of Fiyero's hands and the soft music coming from the computer. He's never been good at sitting still, but he tries to when Fiyero asks, fingers freezing against his back. He thinks about having Fiyero in his mouth again, what it might feel like without the ability to steady himself with his hands. The glob of webbing hits his forearm, and Peter bites the inside of his cheek, waiting as the webbing solidifies, locking his arms together.

Maybe he should have showed Fiyero some ties before, but the webbing is different than rope - the lines Fiyero put on his legs are one thing, but webbing his hands together is different, easier. There's no danger of chafing or circulation issues with a glob of sticky material. He nods, clearing his throat to answer when he realizes Fiyero will need a verbal confirmation, unable to see his face. "Yeah that's - that should be okay."

Fiyero works the webbing into ropes again, weaving it between his arms to attach them to his back, and suddenly his range of motion is far smaller. Even with his hands glued together behind him, he could probably have rotated his arms to get them back in front of him if he needed to. With the additional webbing to his back? No dice.

"It's not uncomfortable," Peter squeaks, voice a little high with arousal. He doesn't want Fiyero to stop either, and genuinely - it is fine. "I'll let you know if it, um, becomes an issue. But it shouldn't - the webbing isn't like a rope, you know, it doesn't keep tightening or - uh, yeah."

Embarrassed babbling 1, Peter 0. He shifts on the bed, sitting back on his haunches, arms straining against the new predicament, like he can't help but test it. The thrill he gets when it doesn't budge, when he can't move? It shoots straight down his spine, body tingling from Fiyero's proximity. He can't see him, but he can feel him there, his presence.

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