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

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fiyero tigelaar : winkieprince

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

[ aka wicked ii: lost in new york ]

Fiyero’s voice is a deep rumble against his side, the darling getting a pathetic mewl out of him, and Fiyero’s lips are a welcome balm. It’s like half the tension exhales out of him, as Peter melts into Fiyero’s kiss, making another soft sound if gratitude, kissing him back - slow though it may be, the passion is undeniable. It’s not about the physical act, but about the connection - that’s what Peter’s so needy for. Fiyero wasn’t just working him up physically, but emotionally too, and when he can’t touch, like this? Helpless, bound, unable to reach out as Fiyero presses his love into Peter’s skin?

Needless to say, it definitely pressed a button.

Peter sighs, lips moulding to Fiyero’s, and the rest of the tension bleeds out of him, like he’s gone all but boneless against the bed. He’s still hard, cock engorged and pink, muscles lightly trembling beneath Fiyero, but he seems less ready to rip his way out of them. Fiyero’s chest presses against him, and Peter savors the contact, relaxing into the pillows, letting Fiyero’s body weight be a solid presence against him.

He traces Fiyero’s lower lip with his tongue - not seeking entrance, but because it’s all he can do to touch him back, to show his own affection. Peter’s breathing steadies, and he tilts his head to nudge his nose against Fiyero’s, humming quietly. He feels - floaty, almost, more docile now that they’ve connected, like Fiyero’s lips on his sealed the circle his scrawled crowns made.

“Thank you,” Peter whispers, when they finally part, blinking away another tear that rolls down his face, landing on Fiyero’s hand. He closes his eyes and smiles, basking in Fiyero’s affection. “Mm’okay.”

"Anytime, Peter," Fiyero answers softly, wiping away the tear with his thumb as he caresses Peter cheek. "Good. I promised I'll take care of you.." He places another soft peck on Peter's lips, just watching his face, stroking his cheek, a solid weight against his side.

"As long as we're still playing our game - and we can pause it if we need to - I'm not going to untie you or make you come," Fiyero reminds him gently. Not a tease or anything, more a reassuring reminder of the rules. "But besides that, is there anything else you need or really want? If you don't have anything specific, I can give you some suggestions first?"

After that, he wants to ease Peter back into the game. Perhaps give him some semblance of something he can control, since he's been willingly deprived of control of anything else. And if control isn't quite so important, at least he can use it to gauge what Peter wants. Even if it's more relaxing together, Fiyero doesn't doubt he'll have trouble working Peter up when the time is right for it.

Or they may not even get that far. Peter had reassured him that Fiyero himself could stop if he was uncomfortable. And it's not so much that he's uncomfortable - he's definitely not - than it is that he doesn't want to hurt or upset Peter. He would rather push too little than too much, in the end. At least if he doesn't feel confident that Peter will come out the other side better for the experience.

After all, Fiyero knows what it's like to crave things that seem like they should be upsetting, or might even be upsetting in the process. They've only sort of explored those things, using each other despite discomfort or overwhelm. They're still getting comfortable pushing those boundaries.

But Fiyero remembers the one guiding principle - to care about each other. Which is what he's doing right now. There's only so much he can deny and control Peter without pretending he doesn't care, and he'll just have to use that to guide him towards how hard to push.

Peter hums, smile relaxing into something hazy and warm as Fiyero caresses his cheek. He seems significantly more settled, and Peter slowly blinks his eyes open as Fiyero gives him the reminder. He hasn’t begged to come - at least, not verbally once given the ability to speak back momentarily. Peter’s honestly a little proud if himself considering how turned on Fiyero’s got him, but getting a kiss seemed far more important.

“S’okay. I remember what to do if I need to stop,” Peter affirms gently, looking up at Fiyero through dark lashes. Needs and wants is a bit more complicated; the kiss he asked for could fall under either, but at least he asked? Peter’s not really sure he needs anything (though whether or not he’s the best judge of that remains to be seen). Generally, though, he feels okay. If he’s in any amount of discomfort, it’s nothing that he can’t - or shouldn’t - endure just by way of being tied up.

What he wants? The desire to have Fiyero in his mouth is strong, but Peter thinks twice about asking for it. He’s not sure if Fiyero can get it up again, and he doesn’t want to make him feel bad if he can’t. Instead, Peter nuzzles at Fiyero’s hand, pressing warm lips to the meat of his palm. “Um… a little more water, maybe?”

At least he said something, feeling like he should. If Fiyero has suggestions, well, it’s not like Peter is going anywhere. Though maybe Peter has missed the most obvious thing that he wants/needs - a little bit of cuddling from his boyfriend.

“M’okay, really.” Peter promises, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. “This is… this is a lot. But it’s good. I really like all the marks you gave me. I just… I needed… I needed to feel you.”

Fiyero is reassured that Peter has enough awareness to talk about this properly. A little check-in in the middle of everything. And that he knows to reassure Fiyero that he can tap out if he needs.

"Good boy," Fiyero answers when Peter says he remembers what to do - a little praise to encourage Peter to remember his boundaries.

He stays there while Peter thinks, giving a nod and an "Of course," when Peter requests water, but waiting until he's finished considering his options and telling Fiyero how he feels. And Fiyero is smiling encouragingly as Peter does so, nodding along as he mentions the marks, and that he needed to feel Fiyero. Which Fiyero suspects is still the case, given how he nuzzles against his hand, how he seems to gravitate towards Fiyero as much as he's able to.

"Of course, baby," he answers, glancing back to the nightstand, then looks back at Peter. "I'm gonna go refill the water, then I'll be right back," he promises, giving Peter a kiss on the cheek, and waiting until he acknowledges it before he starts to get up.

Even as he stands, he lets his hand slide across Peter's thigh, a lingering touch. He picks up both glasses, drinking the last bit in one of them himself on the way to the sink. It's quick work to fill them with fresh cold water, before he sets them down, climbs back into bed, and grabs a glass again.

He holds the glass very carefully, helping support Peter's head for him to drink - more or a moral support, really. It's not like Peter doesn't have strength for that. He waits until Peter is sure he's had enough, before he sets it back. And when that's done, he sinks right back against Peter side, a leg curled around Peter's leg, and an arm around Peter's waist. He rests his head right next to Peter's, within snuggling and even kissing distance if Peter wants to reach for it.

"Would you like to hear some of my suggestions, then? I could just do what I'd like, but... If there's something that gets you excited, I would love to know," he says, his voice intimate and sweet, a quiet murmur just for the two of them. He's giving Peter the option for surprise, if he wants to feel that exciting sense that anything can happen, that he doesn't even get the comfort of knowing what to expect. It can be delightfully disorienting, another part of being powerless. But right now, Fiyero suspects that Peter wants a bit more comfort and security, to soften the vulnerability he's already experiencing, so that's where Fiyero is leaning the most.

He’s not so far gone that he’s nonverbal, at least, though it’s a possibility depending on how the rest of this goes. They still have hours yet before Peter has to be functional again - plenty of time to play, rest, and recover. Peter does light up at the praise, eyes brightening, crinkling at the corners with his smile. Fiyero’s made him smile more in the past week than he has in ages, which is truly a travesty considering what a lovely smile he has. It makes him even more sure that asking for water - even if he doesn’t think he really needs it, but asking for something is the correct call. The good call.

“Thank you,” Peter murmurs, feeling soft at the kiss on the cheek and the lingering hands as he watches as Fiyero slips off the bed to retrieve the water. He squirms, managing to squish the pillow under his back down further, propping his ass up a little bit and relieving tension from his lower back and thighs. He looks down, turning a bit red when he sees how hard he still is - from here he can see the last red crown Fiyero adorned his cock with, and the reminder sends a hot flash through his limbs. Peter looks up to the ceiling, exhaling slowly. He’s doing remarkably well with his boundaries and he’s definitely all-in on the situation - Fiyero seems to know just where the line is, dancing around denial while also giving Peter the affection he so desperately craves, never letting it veer into denial that feels cruel. It’s driving him crazy, yes - but in the best way possible, the way they wanted, all along.

Peter drinks obligingly from the glass, grateful for Fiyero’s guiding touches. It’s not that he can’t do it on his own, but he doesn’t have to - and distantly, Peter realizes this is a difference between them. Sometimes, it seems Fiyero needs to do things on his own, when the situation is reversed. Where Peter might find he revels in the attention, he wonders if Fiyero might find it stifling. It just goes to show how differently the same acts can be interpreted, depending on a person’s specific needs…

“Yes, please,” Peter agrees, because the one thing he knows he wants is to hear what Fiyero desires. Moreover, the soft rumble of his voice is very nice in this cuddling position, and Peter turns his cheek to the pillow so he can nestle closer. Maybe at the end of the options, he’ll still say surprise me, but he’d like to hear Fiyero’s thoughts. Or maybe they’ll stir something in him, too…

But before Fiyero starts, Peter looks like he has something else he wants to say, brow furrowing slightly - but he manages to gather the wherewithawl to say it. “Can you - can I ask, um… Can you play with my hair?”

Part for Fiyero kind of hopes Peter will go nonverbal for a bit. Even if it's the sort of nonverbal where he could talk, but it just doesn't seem necessary. Fiyero enjoys Peter calling his name, but being able to make Peter so out of it with pleasure and/or desire that he's incapable of even that, well, that has its appeal too.

It's not that Peter asking for something is necessarily the correct answer - that could even backfire, if he does go nonverbal and feels bad if he's unable to. But if he feels like asking for something is at least better than not, even if he doesn't know quite what he needs, then there's a bigger chance he'll stumble into asking for things when he needs them. And things like water or being held, well, that certainly never hurts.

Fiyero's so tuned in to Peter, he automatically pauses when Peter seems like he has more to say. His smile warms as Peter makes his request, the arm around his waist immediately moving up to rest further up, where Fiyero can run his fingers idly through Peter's hair.

"Of course. You can always ask," Fiyero answers sweetly, something he thinks he's told Peter before. "Even if I won't give you whatever it is, it's always okay to ask for it." Even they're playing with teasing and denial, saying the opposite would be nonsense. Especially if he wants to encourage begging. He can ask for things that have nothing to do with it, or whatever he's supposed to crave, either way, it's good.

Fiyero shifts a bit, moving the arm he's lying on top of, so he can reach under Peter and hook their fingers together, holding his hand as well - as much as he easily can, with their arms pinned underneath them. Another point of attention and connection, even giving Peter something to hold onto for a bit.

"You could ask for me to make you come right now too - I'm just gonna say no," he says playfully, rubbing their noses together. "Only way you're getting that is if you safeword, or when I decide it's time. But hey, if you want to hear me tell you no, then you can ask all you want. And besides those two things... Well, the chance is pretty high I'll say yes. I do like you spoil my beautiful boy," he continues, just pleasantly talking at Peter. Even if his mouth is free, he's not expecting much input. Peter can just relax and listen, and then Fiyero will move on to his suggestions.

For someone so chronically in his own head, Peter might have a tougher time getting out of it than most. Though - Fiyero has already gotten him there once before, to that nonverbal, relaxed place - so if anyone has a chance or repeating such a feat, it would be Fiyero. He might have, if he kept going as he was, pushing Peter past the point of wild desire; though taking a break, giving them time to settle between bouts of intensity, was probably the smart move. There’s a reason Fiyero is in charge, when Peter’s compromised like this.

“Thanks,” Peter makes a soft noise of joy, eyes briefly fluttering shut as Fiyero’s fingers brush through his hair. It feels nice, and especially so in the glow of Fiyero’s sweet approval. Peter seems to relax even more, lingering tension in his muscles easing, until he’s gone gooey against the mattress. He hums at the reminder, then laughs softly, peeking one eye open at Fiyero, squeezing his hand when he feels their fingers interlocking. These moments of gentle affection are not helping his arousal, though Peter’s hardly complaining.

He knows Fiyero would say no, so he hasn’t asked, but that’s part of the game, isn’t it? It’s just with things like running fingers through his hair… Peter realizes, somewhat shamefully, that he’s slightly scared of getting a no. On something like that, he knows it would hit him, right in the heart.

But Fiyero hasn’t said no to something like that, and Peter doesn’t think it would hurt to get a no on an orgasm in the same way. He nods slightly, not speaking, but communicating his understanding as Fiyero gives him an affectionate nudge. He tilts his face up, letting his lips brush Fiyero’s cheek in wordless appreciation, in return.

In fairness, even if Peter requested an orgasm, the answer he'd actually get would be 'not yet,' and it would probably be followed by encouragement that he could hold out just a bit longer, that he could do this. That's probably what's going to end up happening, really - assuming Peter starts begging before he goes nonverbal. Though begging isn't a requirement. Nothing is really a requirement. He's not asking anything of Peter beyond what he wants to give.

"I like this," Fiyero observes, giving a happy sigh. "It's fun to watch you writhe.. But it's just as nice how happy you can be, just with me curled up next to you. Even as hard as you are..." His hand slips briefly down Peter chest and caresses Peter's stomach for a moment, before wandering back up to his hair. "I could probably keep you like this for ages. Have you quivering with just a few touches, then calm you right back down again like this." He leans in and presses a lingering kiss to Peter's cheek.

"I was thinking we could relax like this for a while," he continues, finally getting to the actual suggestion for what to do next. "Maybe with a few more wandering touches, some kissing.." he says, tugging lightly at Peter's hair to turn his head, so he can lean in and kiss Peter's ear. "Then, when you're hungry for something more... Well, I could just explore more of you with my mouth. See what other parts you want me to kiss," he suggests, kissing his way down Peter's neck, before he pulls back, just enough to look at him. "Or maybe you'd prefer it to be your mouth being occupied. If you'd like to taste me rather than the gag. Even if I'm not up for fucking your mouth, it's nice and comfortable." His hands brushes through Peter's hair, watching his reactions. "Or if you have other suggestions, I'm all ears."

Peter shivers pleasantly as Fiyero’s hand dips down, stomach flexing beneath Fiyero’s palm. There’s some slickness that’s collected, dripping from the weeping head of his cock that Fiyero skirts, nails dragging lightly on his skin. Peter mewls quietly and nuzzles against Fiyero, encouraging the kiss - it feels nice, having Fiyero’s lips on his skin. He can imagine it would get even easier to wind him up, the longer Fiyero kept this up - working him up and then backing off, taking him right up to the edge but refusing to push him over it…

“I like kissing,” Peter whispers, his neck and the side of his head tingling from the attention. His fingers flex against Fiyero’s, squeezing, and he wets his lips as Fiyero pulls back to look at him. “Maybe… when you want to tease me again… you could use your mouth.”

“And when you want me to calm down… you could use mine?” Peter offers, slightly flush at the idea. Fiyero said he might not be up for fucking him, but being used as a cockwarmer, well. Peter has no issue with that. “I can keep still for you…”

“And…” He hesitates, unsure if he wants to offer this, but with Fiyero’s fingers in his hair and those blue eyes alight, excited… Peter can’t deny he’s curious. He drops Fiyero’s gaze, closing his eyes. “…you could ruin it, if you want. It’s not like I won’t stay hard, if… if that’s something you’d want to try.”

Fair’s fair, right? Fiyero’s asked him to ruin orgasms before, and he seems to like it - when he finally gets off properly. It makes Peter a little nervous, unsure of what it would feel like when he’s already so sensitive… but if he trusts anyone with that kind of vulnerability, it’s Fiyero.

Fiyero smiles when Peter admits he likes kissing. He almost teases, Yes, I know, but holds it back, instead just pressing lazy kisses into Peter's neck, against his shoulder, squeezing his hand right back.

Peter actually has more to say than Fiyero expected, and his smile grows as he listens. Especially when Peter suggests that having Fiyero's cock in his mouth is calming. It does make sense for him. Occupying his mouth with something intimate, focusing him on something other than his own need, forcing him to stay still.

There is a slight look of surprise on Fiyero's face that Peter misses as he closes his eyes, at suggesting to ruin his orgasm. Fiyero considers it, continuing to stroke through Peter's hair. He wouldn't want to introduce anything too intense, like sudden pain or anything like that. But you don't really need that to ruin an orgasm.

"How about this," he answers after a moment. "If you come before I'm done with you, I'll stop touching you. When you're done coming, I'll touch you again," he suggests, brushing some hair away from Peter's forehead. "Not as a punishment. Just as a way to keep the game going. Keep you nice and desperate." He smiles, leaning in to give his cheek a peck, still gently showering Peter with affection while he talks. "Trust me. That lack of satisfaction is bad enough. I stay hard that way too."

Fiyero's had it happen by mistake before. Edging himself, pushing it a little bit too far, only pulling his hand away after the point of no return. That feeling of release, the physical sensation of ejaculation, but without any of the accompanying waves of pleasure. The orgasm still happens, only it's, well, ruined. It's absolutely infuriating, but it's not painful or even unpleasant, unless you do something to make it so. The only unpleasant part is the frustration at being so close and then remaining unsatisfied. And it's different from having the orgasm prevented. Both can give an immense feeling of helplessness, but - well, Fiyero hasn't gotten to experiment properly with a partner to really know that well how different it feels.

It does however provide a very good solution for what to do if Peter can't hold his orgasm back, being just too sensitive, and Fiyero pushing him too far. As long as Peter is okay with being denied that way, of having his orgasm gently ruined, then it means they won't have to accidentally end their game before they want to.

Fiyero answers with more kisses, and it's definitely the right call for Peter's current state of vulnerability. Getting him to admit what he needs is the first step, and Fiyero has been able to bring that out of him by making himself a safe space - but getting Peter to admit what he wants? Slower going, and the worst time for a potential communication mishap. He needed the first kiss - he wants the others.

Peter likes having a task, and while the surprise of it all can be titillating, for obvious reasons - but nerve-wracking sometimes, too. He likes having Fiyero close, knowing that he’s giving Fiyero pleasure in a tangible way… it’s nice. Helluva turn-on, too ~~but that’s the service switch in him jumping out.~~

“I’ve never…” Peter trails off into shy silence, the end of his sentence obvious. He’s never ruined an orgasm, on purpose or accidentally. The only partner he’s had who’s wanted to play with such a thing is Fiyero, and so far it’s been on his end, not Peter’s. His eyes open again, finding’s Fiyero’s clear blue gaze, new wave of pink overtaking the old. Some things they do, Peter’s more experienced, but with other things… they’re both figuring it out. He doesn’t have to pretend with Fiyero, like he knows more than he does.

“You seemed to like it.” Peter shifts his cheek against the pillow to look at Fiyero properly, curiosity piqued. “So it must feel… how does it feel?”

There must be a reason Fiyero likes it, though Peter hasn’t questioned it before. And maybe Peter tries it and doesn’t end up liking it for himself, but if it gives Fiyero satisfaction in some way, he would never be turned off from giving it to him, in return.

So far, there hasn’t been enough stimulation for Peter to orgasm on accident. But if Fiyero gets his mouth involved, unrelenting wet heat… well there’s no guarantee he would be able to hold on. Peter knows, at the end of this, Fiyero will make sure he has a satisfying orgasm to end things, so it’s not as daunting. Fiyero makes him want to try things, feeling safe and cared for enough to be curious.

Fiyero gives a soft noise of understanding as Peter admitting he's never experienced it. He does find it interesting and exciting that Peter is curious about it. It's not been something Fiyero has been specifically craving being on the giving end of. He does really enjoy overwhelming Peter, being in control of his pleasure, making him accept more than he thinks he deserves, whether it's physical, mental or emotional.

That doesn't necessarily mean he wants to specifically ruin his orgasm - but it is a potential tool, and now that he imagines it... yes, it's hot. To make his body betray him, only to further the desperation. If anything will push him to lose control of himself, that might be one of them. It certainly seemed to do so with Fiyero.

He hums thoughtfully at the question of how it feels, eyes shifting down to stare at Peter's lips as considers, twirling a lock of hair around his finger.

"It depends, I suppose. When I've done it myself, it... It wasn't too different from stopping right before. But the frustration feels a little different, because... I don't know, it's.." Fiyero trails off, taking a moment to think of how to describe it. "It's like if you smell your favourite food, you see it, you go to take a bite - and it tastes like nothing. You can still feel it in your mouth, you can chew and swallow, but you can't enjoy it."

Fiyero huffs with amusement, shifting a bit closer, snuggling up to Peter. "I know that doesn't make it sound very appealing. But it makes it all the better when you get it. And it can mess with your head in a way I suppose I like," he continues. "I don't know if it will feel the same for you, or if you'll like it. And I wouldn't miss it, if you didn't want to. But if you're curious, I'm happy to try."

Normally he might be more cautious about introducing another intense thing - well, that might not be true, actually. Their 'normal' seems to be diving headfirst into all kinds of intense things they probably shouldn't. But Fiyero is at least aware it might be risky. The main reason he's not backing away from it, despite not feeling a particular craving towards it, is that he figures there's a big chance they'll get there anyway, if Fiyero pushes his luck on how much Peter is able to resist.

If Fiyero had burst in on him in the shower a moment later, Peter might have had his first ruined orgasm. Blueballing is not the same, and there's probably less shame involved in a ruined orgasm. Peter still remembers the way Fiyero's body had thrashed, desperately chasing after the pleasure that had slipped just out of reach...

Using it as a punishment might be too much; might fall under the don't be mean request Peter had laid down at Fiyero's feet earlier. If it's more intentional, though, and Peter knows it's coming, it's less likely to feel that way. This is easy to say now, when he's stable despite being turned on... he might feel differently in the throes of passion and pleasure. Only one way to find out.

"Mess with your head?" Peter prompts, watching Fiyero as he talks, pausing to consider his words. It's definitely interesting, even if Fiyero's right; he's not convinced that he'll like it the way Fiyero seems to. But he'd be lying if he said he was turned off completely, that he wasn't still curious. Besides, the scientist in him that likes to push limits? If he knows what it feels like, he reasons, he'll be able to find Fiyero's line easier, too.

"If it happens... if you see an opportunity and you want to," Peter amends, squeezing Fiyero's hand again, fingers curled where they're still bound behind his back. "I'm yours to play with, 'yero. That's what I want."

"I know you'll make it good, no matter what." He closes his eyes, smiling as Fiyero's fingers wind through his hair, playing with mussed locks. "If I don't like it, we won't do it again. For me, I mean... it's okay if you still like it. But I like your plan. Cuddle for a while, your mouth, my mouth..."

Peter bites his lip again, thinking about having Fiyero between his lips again. The facefucking was very hot, and he certainly won't turn down another opportunity to have Fiyero claim him in yet another form. Even if it's just giving him a warm place to relax, not even moving, forcing Peter to hold still...

"Similar to how teasing can mess with your head. It just... amplifies the helplessness," Fiyero elaborates at the question. This really is speaking from pretty limited experience on his part though. Part of it probably draws more from fantasy than reality, if he's honest.

Fiyero just snuggles against Peter as he shares his thoughts, nuzzled lightly against his shoulder. "My lovely plaything," he interjects quietly, when Peter says he wants to be played with. He nods in agreement, clearly already very invested in the cuddle part of the plan.

"It doesn't always have to be so intense, you know," he points out, littering little kissed on Peter's shoulder, lazily in between sentences. "You know when you touch yourself, and you're just kind of getting it over with," he explains, his hand wandering down to idly play with Peter's nipples again. "And when you come, it's nice, but it's nothing special? A ruined orgasm can be like that too. Much less intense."

He snuggles a bit closer, his cock pressing up against Peter's hip, mostly soft but nice and warm, while his own thigh gets a lot closer to Peter's erection. "I think it probably depends on how good the orgasm would have been. If I get you really worked up, then me ruining it is probably be pretty strong too, you know?"

“M’all yours,” Peter murmurs, smiling fondly as Fiyero nuzzles his shoulder. There’s not much he can do besides soak it up - which is probably the point; Fiyero always seems gleeful about showering him in affection, and right now is no different. He’s turning over Fiyero’s comments about helplessness over in his head; he’s definitely helpless right now, maybe for the first time, and that… still hasn’t turned him off of it yet. He wants to experience that, at least once - true helplessness, at Fiyero’s mercy, completely. A ruined orgasm would definitely cement that…

“Yeah… probably right,” Peter agrees, thinking about how it would have felt if Fiyero coaxed him to a ruined orgasm right after facefucking him. Probably pretty intense, definitely high on the desperation scale. Even now, he definitely feels a stirring as his heart squeezes in his chest, enjoying Fiyero’s lips, passing over his shoulder and neck. Warm fingers tweak his nipple and Peter makes a soft sound of approval, hips lifting off the bed.

“Barely remember what that was like. You’ve spoiled me…” Peter shimmies his shoulders to press his side up against Fiyero more deliberately, enjoying the way Fiyero holds him. Tantalizing in some ways, but heartening and very fond in others. “I’m okay trying it. I’m… curious.”

“And I know you won’t leave me like this.” Peter steals a kiss, before letting his lips brush over Fiyero’s cheek, craning his neck and smiling against him. “Helpless and wanting you…”

Fiyero's glad Peter has suggested it, seeing as even if Fiyero doesn't plan for it, there's a decent chance of it happening anyway, especially with just how sensitive Peter is. Who knows, if he gets him worked up enough, it may barely take anything. Fiyero still remembers challenging him to hold back an orgasm and then making it happen in what felt like seconds. Granted, that was maybe their first time having sex - there were a lot of pent up emotions and arousal still.

It's interesting how Peter doesn't necessarily seem excited or turned by it exactly, but he's still the one who brought it up, even reiterating he'd like to try. Curiosity does make sense. Fiyero's sure there's other things that might fall into that category for both of them. Things they don't even know they'd like, but are interesting and not off-putting, so it's worth experimenting with.

Fiyero laughs warmly and hums as Peter says he's being spoiled. Fiyero feels the same way, really, but neither one is complaining. They deserve something nice, just for them, in amongst their troubles. Fiyero's dedicated not just to enjoying himself when he can, but making sure Peter has something really good in his life. He deserves it. And Fiyero really loves giving it.

"Oh, never leaving you like that," Fiyero agrees with a smirk that has a playful warmth to it. He pushes himself up a bit - somewhat challenging while still holding Peter's hand, but if Peter can wiggle, Fiyero can do that - to lie more on top of Peter. Mostly just his chest, one knee propping him up, so that he's still avoiding Peter's erection, even if he's coming more and more tantalisingly close.

"I might keep you like this - helpless and wanting," he says, smiling down at him, fingers weaving back up into Peter's hair from behind. Giving him soft kisses, just little brushes of his lips before pulling back too soon. "But leaving? No. I like it here..."

A statement that could he taken as broadly or narrowly as Peter wants. It covers all of them.

He finally leans in to give Peter another lengthier kiss. A lazy makeout session, like so many they've had - except for Peter's predicament, of course. As much as he misses feeling Peter's hands on him, it's fun teasing him like this, just taking what he wants. And this time the kiss is a bit more heated, a quiet simmering beneath the surface as he turns more sensual. Fiyero's not rushing it, not working them up to breathlessness even. Just slowly kissing and kissing and kissing, until his face honestly starts getting tired. But somehow, it's just not getting boring.

It doesn't take much, in general, with Peter; Fiyero knows that, and hasn't held his hair trigger against him... but he also hasn't exactly used it against him, either. Not like this would, another angle to play with him from. Peter isn't typically the most adventurous in his sex life (which is ironic, he knows, for someone who leaps off buildings) - but he's never had much cause. No one he's liked enough to be curious with, beyond a few things. His masturbatory fantasies aren't very elaborate - well, they weren't. Now that he has someone to star in them...

Fiyero adjusts to prop himself up on Peter's chest; it stretches his hand a little more, still holding Fiyero's, but Peter hardly minds, bearing the weight with a soft grin. Fiyero still hasn't touched him, getting awfully close - Peter's still aroused, though the slickness drooling from his tip and pooling on his stomach has slowed a little, without stimulation. Of course, then Fiyero kisses him, gentle, teasing brushes of his mouth followed by a longer, more intense claiming makeout. Peter makes a quiet noise of assent, kissing him back; lips move in tandem, slow and steady, ratcheting the heat up higher and higher, until Peter is quivering lightly beneath Fiyero, terribly turned on by the softness of it all. There's nothing but the sound of Fiyero's heartbeat, the smooth slide of their mouths, pressing together, skin brushing on the sheets.

Peter whines, closing his eyes and turning his face away when the kiss breaks, when he feels dizzy despite not being able to move from his reclined position, body buzzing, hips rocking subtly on nothing. He arches his neck, a clear, wordless request, offering a long line of unblemished skin for Fiyero - well, until it hits the crown, hanging out just under his collarbone. He wants to feel Fiyero everywhere, wants the rest of his body to tingle the way his mouth does, just now...

It drives him a little nuts, not being able to touch. Not being able to grab, to hold, to have. He can't give Fiyero anything other than what Fiyero decides to take, and Peter wants to give him more. The snuggle session after this is going to hit, when Peter's hands are free again. He moans softly, body otherwise relaxed, neck arched insistently. "Please, 'yero. Please, I want - "

His hips stutter, finding no relief, nothing. Nothing but air, anyway, giving him that swoop back in his stomach. He doesn't mind, though, focused on getting Fiyero's lips on his skin again. "I want to feel you everywhere..."

It's one of the real struggles of being tied up - not being able to have, just being had. To be used, not use. To receive love, not give it - except however much the other decides to take. Well, Fiyero wants to both give and take quite a lot of love, so at least there's that. He's greedy, and he's not leaving Peter to be ignored.

The other struggle of being tied up is not being able to set the pace, to make decisions, to chase that bliss exactly when you want it. But lucky for Peter, Fiyero also easily indulges Peter's requests. He wants to feel Fiyero everywhere? Alright then.

He gives a hum of assent, diving into Peter's neck with his lips and his tongue. His hand starts exploring too, down his neck, his shoulder, his chest. Idly playing with his nipple as he suddenly sucks on Peter's neck. He wants to leave a hickey on his own, even if it won't last. Pausing the sucking, licking the mark, scraping his teeth over it as he gently pinches Peter's nipple - and then he sucks again, as his hand settles at Peter's waist.

He pulls back just a little after a moment, smiling with satisfaction at the map. It's high up on his neck, just over his pulse, and would be easily visible. Almost a shame it won't last.

Fiyero returns to kissing his way down Peter's neck, shifting on the bed, his skin sliding against Peter's. He makes his way to that other nipple, giving it a soft kiss, then a brief, light suck.

Of course his attention has woken Peter's cock back up. Well, not like it was asleep, but it's getting more active again now, and Fiyero smirks, looking down at it. "Want to feel me everywhere?"

He lifts his hand and makes a ring with it, as if he had his hand wrapped around Peter's cock. Only he's holding it about an inch above Peter's cock, just within thrusting distance - if only he could move his hips that much, what with his thighs spread apart and tied down like that. "I suppose you can try," he teases, smiling as he presses another kiss to Peter's chest.

Fiyero latches onto his neck, and Peter loses track of himself for a while. He moans helplessly, low and quiet at first, but progressively getting louder. Fiyero combines sensations, tweaking his nipple, adding slight pain to sharpen the pleasure. Peter writhes in his bonds, jerking against them - not really trying to get anywhere, but just letting his body succumb to it, moving wherever it wants to. He can feel his neck stinging pleasantly, the skin already tingling as it wants to heal - it'll be gone in a matter of minutes, but that just means Fiyero will get to make another one, over and over, as many times as he wants...

"Fiyero," Peter breathes, leaning up towards his mouth with what little leeway he has. He blinks, pupils dilated and pleasantly hazy and nods at the question - yes, he very much does want to feel him everywhere. He whimpers, powerless, and lifts his hips off the bed. It lets the head of his cock lightly graze Fiyero's hand, smearing wetness, but it's only due to his flexibility he can even get that far. He certainly can't thrust, can't get any real amount of friction with his current position, spread and pinned like this.

"Please. Please, please, please 'yero," He whines in frustration, hips jerking, not getting anywhere. Another wave of arousal hits him, the denial delicious, in a way, driving him closer and closer to crazed, just as Fiyero intended - his cock weeps, pearlescent dribbles giving away just how turned on he is. They've well established that Peter can come multiple times in a row, that it will take quite a bit to exhaust him completely (if he even can be...) - but the same seems to be true here. As long as Fiyero is careful to walk him along the edge, with his sensitivity - he might very well be able to keep him there for as long as he likes...

Fiyero doesn't answer Peter's begging with more than some gentle, soothing noises. It's honestly quite impressive that he manages to even brush against Fiyero's hand, his thighs bending back certainly more than Fiyero would be able to. And he is, as he's proven, quite flexible himself.

He gives a soft hum, kissing Peter's midriff, before he sits up a little, gathering his legs underneath him so he can kneel next to Peter instead of awkwardly laying on him, which was getting more difficult the further down he moved with his kisses. He finally releases Peter's hand too, gently coaxing him to let it go.

Then he tugs at a corner of the towel Peter is lying in, pulling it up to wipe away most of the pooled come on his belly. And the rest, well... He'll just have to clean that up with his tongue, won't he? Even as some new dribbles down even as he's busy doing so.

He's trying to balance just how much attention he gives Peter. Licking so close to his cock, he doesn't add on other things, like playing with his nipple or anything like that. At least not until Peter seems to calm down, the arousal ebbing - then he might risk. Currently he's already quite worked up, so Fiyero's walking the line carefully.

Once the cleaning is done, he sits up a bit, looking down at Peter. He takes a moment to reach up to caress his cheek, smiling sweetly at him. "Alright... Moving isn't possible. How about the opposite? If you can manage to hold still, I'll touch you, baby," he promises.

Of course, he knows (and the intent is) that the moment Fiyero does touch him, he'll have a really difficult time staying still. Forcing him to try to keep control, only to push him further towards losing it, making him more desperate.

Fiyero rests a hand on Peter's hip, both as a reminder, and a way to judge how much he's moving. Then his other wraps very loosely around Peter's cock. Barely touching, no pressure, just warmth and presence, nothing more. Seeing if he can even manage not to thrust or squirm.

Peter's breathing is heavy as Fiyero rearranges himself, gaze falling to half-lidded as he tracks Fiyero's movements. He misses the contact, of course, but Fiyero quickly replaces it with the hot, teasing pressure of his mouth and tongue, lapping up Peter's arousal with relish. It feels so good, ramping the heat and pleasure radiating from his groin up higher and higher, and Peter's hands clench into fists, desperately trying to vent some of the overwhelming sensation.

The webbing on his arms creaks slightly with the tension, but doesn't seem to be in danger of snapping...

Peter whimpers when the affectionate attention of Fiyero's mouth ends - he can't really see Fiyero's face while he's down there, but his head tilts as Fiyero's hand moves up to brush his cheek, angled eagerly for the affection. Fiyero wants him to hold still, and Peter tries to still under his hand - there's a slight tremble to his limbs, but he manages to hold mostly still as Fiyero offers a very loose hand around him.

It's still so tantalizing though, and Peter bites down on his lip as his upper body tenses, hips stuttering an aborted movement. It takes a second for Peter to settle, trying so hard to keep his hips still - he has to split the difference, holding them an inch or so off the bed but tightening his muscles, ensuring he's not moving.

"Please," Peter breathes, eyes glued to Fiyero's expression, trusting and vulnerable. He's never felt like this before; it's exciting and terrifying, as close to the feeling of freefalling for the first time as Peter thinks is possible to experience, on the ground. "Fiyero..."

"I've got you, baby," Fiyero reassures softly at Peter's pleas. It's not a promise of fulfilling what he's begging for, nor is it praise - honestly, Peter seems to respond so positively to praise that Fiyero has to factor it in as its own kind of stimulation. Something that could probably push him over the edge in the right moment. So he's saving it for their next break.

But even so, Peter is so sweet and vulnerable, Fiyero has to say something. Continued reassurances that Peter is safe, that he's cared for, that Fiyero will continue to look after him - in whatever way that happens to be at the moment.

Peter really does do well though. As he very gently moves his hand, Fiyero opens his hand whenever Peter noticeable trembles or stutters, reinforcing that he needs to keep still if he wants to get any more pleasure.

He gets better at it, even if he'll probably get worse the more stimulation he gets. His cock is slowly leaking precome, and Fiyero holds his hand still as he leans down to give a quick lick to lap it up.

Once Peter recovers from that, Fiyero's hand settles near the top of his cock, as he slowly rubs his thumb against the head of his cock - for as long as Peter can handle it. Whether his hand will move away because Peter moves or becomes he comes, well, Fiyero's probably going to have to back up a bit.

But really, he's improvising. He's not trying to make Peter come, but he is trying to walk him really close to the edge. And maybe eventually he'll intentionally nudge him off that edge, but he's not there yet. He kind of wants to see how long they can keep this up. Peter hasn't lost control of himself yet, and Fiyero isn't planning on calling it quits until they reach that point, with the only exception being if he gets worried about Peter. Or the bonds break, as yes, he is noticing some of that creaking.

The reassurance is like warm syrup, sweet and slow as it oozes through his chest. Fiyero's not promising him anything specific, but that's not what either of them is after; Peter is the supplicant, seeking Fiyero's affection like a starving man. Fiyero offers it handily, easily, with his words and his hands and those big, beautiful blue eyes. Peter stares up at him, slowly looking more and more cock-drunk as Fiyero brings him closer and closer to the edge. He's so tense, glutes clenched as he tries to stop himself from moving.

Peter would argue he's doing a pretty decent job, even if Fiyero stops a few times - dragging truly pathetic whines out of him, cheeks flushed from the exertion - insofar as he's even capable of rational thought at the moment. Fiyero leans down to taste him and Peter nearly whites out, not anticipating so much wet heat concentrated on a sensitive nerve. Limbs jerk, straining against the webbing - and the one on his thigh creaks again with the pressure.

"'yero - ah, mm..." Peter's devolved into noises that sound vaguely like Fiyero's name, unsure of how long he's been teased. It feels like forever, an eternity held on the edge, and Peter wonders if it really has been a respectable amount of time or if he's just so used to coming quickly that any amount of time feels like ages. Fiyero's thumb presses just so under the head of his cock - back and forth, while Peter's hips tremble, trying not to move.

...but there's only so much he can take, and with his sensitivity it's honestly a bit of a miracle he's gotten this far. Peter barely even sees the orgasm coming, two deliberate brushes of Fiyero's thumb and - Peter's coming, shooting all over his own chest with a shout. He spasms, pleasure clenching in his gut but - it's slipping just out of reach, Fiyero's hand leaving him jerking up towards nothing. Peter whines in frustration, feeling that empty pleasure Fiyero had spoken about. He's still staring up at him, lips parted on harsh breaths, pupils blown wide with arousal - and still so very hard, cock dripping onto the mess he's made of his stomach.

It probably shouldn't be surprising that Fiyero got a bit greedy and ambitious in trying to push him. Though in a way, it's to Peter's credit, that he managed to stay still long enough to get that final push he needed.

He doesn't quite mean to ruin the orgasm - mostly cause he didn't plan to push him that far. But he pulls his hand away as Peter's hips jerk, his hand leaving just as Peter starts spilling all over himself. He's not gonna hurry to grab him again to make the orgasm better, now that Peter has already said he wanted it.

But Oz, does Peter look gorgeous. Fiyero might be too mesmerised to even think to put his hand back in time anyway. That whine, the frustration and desperation in his eyes, mixing in with arousal. It makes Fiyero feel powerful too. He enjoys it perhaps more than he expects. Not so much he'd want to do it if Peter doesn't like it, but if Peter enjoys the experience, Fiyero certainly won't complain.

And Fiyero is dedicated to making him enjoy it as much as possible. Even if it's too much to want to repeat, Fiyero will damn well make sure Peter still feels looked after.

Almost immediately, he shifts up towards Peter's face, cupping his cheek. "There you go, my beautiful Peter," he praises sweetly, almost urgently, his other hand reaching up to run affectionately through his hair, pressing an almost apologetic kiss to his lips. "Good boy, you held on for so long," he murmurs almost against his skin, covering his face was little kisses. "I'm here, baby. You're so lovely.. Just relax, I've got you.. Well done, sweetheart.."

He babbles warmly, showering Peter in physical and verbal affection. Making sure he gets all the reassurance and praise Fiyero can possibly give, his attention focused on his face and hair and mouth. The rest of him may be neglected, but most important is that Peter feels loved and safe. And in a moment, once the worst height of frustration is over, he'll get lots of proper cuddles.

Fiyero just lets it happen, watching him come largely untouched. Peter feels the heat in his cheeks, blotchy and uneven; the tremble in his limbs, slowly settling back down from frantic jerks to a subtle tremor. The physical experience - Peter's had better, of course, the disappointment of a ruined orgasm leaving him aching - but he's also had worse. He can endure it, neither particularly liking or disliking it. What he likes - what he really, really likes, so much it all but punches him in the gut - is the way Fiyero is looking at him. Fiyero's looking at him like - Peter doesn't know how to categorize it, the hunger, the edge of possessive power, like Peter is the most incredible thing he's ever seen. It makes Peter feel warm, all over, a tingling sensation that makes the building desperation worth it. He agreed to try this - and likes the result, more than he thought he might - because it stokes that desperation, intensifies it, all so he can hand it over to Fiyero and bask in the wordless praise.

Fiyero can have Peter's needy whimpers, the frustrated tear that rolls from the corner of his eye - because Fiyero wants him, takes care of him. Fiyero's softness eases the ache of denial into something to be enjoyed, and the brush of Fiyero's lips against him, against everywhere raises delightful gooseflesh on Peter's skin. Peter's moan is thready, eyes wide and hazy.

The shiver calms, rolling over him like a wave; until Peter settles, pliant against the bed. He doesn't try to say anything, panting softly in Fiyero's ear as he murmurs praise. Peter does his best to listen, to relax. He likes listening to Fiyero, on more than just one level. It certainly doesn't hurt Peter's feelings that Fiyero's so unbelievably attractive - the low, rumbling tones of his voice a balm to something deeper, and also the inspiration for the persistent pull of arousal in his gut. Is there anything about Fiyero that isn't guaranteed to drive him out of his mind?

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