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 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?

"There you go, darling... That wasn't so bad, was it?" Fiyero murmurs softly, still caressing Peter's hair, petting him, smiling softly at him. Gently wiping away the tear. "And I get to keep you nice and eager for me. Love seeing you so desperate for me... Right where I want you." He kisses the tip of Peter's nose, somehow making something so filthy seem sweet.

He's relieved Peter seems to have endured it just fine. Not upset, just a bit overwhelmed, but soaking in Fiyero's sweet words. Not completely out of it, but clearly in some sort of state. Fiyero feels in a strange sort of state too, that power and fulfilling responsibility, and the desire to make Peter whimper and writhe, then to comfort and protect him.

"I'm gonna clean you up now, darling," Fiyero tells him, figuring now is not the time for surprises or uncertainty. Knowing Peter, he's probably craving some comfortable closeness, and Fiyero doesn't want him to feel like he's withholding it, even if he's not giving it immediately. "Then when I've done that, I'm gonna reward you for being so good. Gonna let you have my cock in your mouth again. Give you a moment to relax a bit."

He kisses Peter's cheek, then cups the back of his head and reaches to pull away one of the pillows behind his neck, so his head can lie more flat, not so propped up. There's a gentle care to it, the way he doesn't even just let Peter's head drop, but placing it gently down on the pillow. He kisses Peter on the lips again, before purposefully and efficiently kissing his way down his neck, his chest - kisses changing to licks as he reaches the spatters of come, cleaning him up. Fiyero hadn't really imagined himself to even be doing that, but he's come to appreciates Peter's taste, and - well, it's also a very effective way to tease him further. Quite gently though, not trying to work him up further. Just maintaining that heat for a little longer.

Peter’s a little out of it, but not as badly as he was the time previous. Maybe by the end of this he’ll creep closer to that end of the spectrum - by the time Fiyero makes him come and it actually feels good - he can’t think about it right now or he might go a little bit insane. Being tied up has never felt like a struggle until this moment - but Fiyero keeps touching him, murmuring sweet things to him like he knows just how to walk Peter back from the edge.

He makes a soft noise of approval when Fiyero reveals his plan, letting his head roll to the side as Fiyero kisses his cheek. It’s the only part of himself he really can move, but it feels difficult to coordinate, like his body’s not responding so immediately. Luckily, Fiyero is watching out for him, warm hands catching his head and gently lowering him to the pillow. God, what had Peter done to deserve him?

Peter kisses him back with a low groan of happiness, making a noise of dissent when Fiyero pulls away. It’s quickly replaced with soft whimpers as Fiyero sets about licking up his release, gentle passes of his tongue over Peter’s heated skin. There’s nothing performative about Peter’s reactions in this moment - he’s not even fully in control of the nonverbal noises coming out of his mouth, the trembling that starts again as Fiyero gets lower and lower, down his abdomen. It’s not too much, blessedly, but it definitely hasn’t helped tone down Peter’s erection.

But he gets Fiyero’s cock, after this - don’t worry, Peter hasn’t forgotten. How could he? It’s all he wants, to be close to him. Fiyero’s cock in his mouth and his hands most likely, weaving through Peter’s hair, holding him…

Just the thought of it sends another wave of heat through him, cock drooling idly on his stomach. Back to leaking precome, like a tap he simply can’t turn off. Not while Fiyero has him like this. How many times could he go before he loses it? Maybe one day they’ll have the time and space to test the answer…either way, he’s handing over that power to Fiyero. Peter wouldn’t want to give it to anybody else.

It doesn't seem to stop being satisfying, drawing those noises out of Peter. Him being so vocal is a good thing, it really communicates what he's feeling, and Fiyero is getting more and more practiced at deciphering it. It also means Peter won't or can't hide it if something is wrong, if he needs something that he's not getting. It's reassuring.

It's also hot. And it's gonna feel great, humming through his dick. Fiyero's not exactly hard, but he does have the beginnings of a chub. At this point, he probably will get an erection. Maybe not as immediately and intensely as Peter gets him, but if he tried to compare himself to Peter on that front, he'd surely go insane.

Probably to Peter's surprise, Fiyero doesn't return up to Peter's face when he's done cleaning him up. He sits up a bit, adjusting, letting his hand caress across Peter's chest, more like a reassuring pet than something deeply sensual.

"Alright, baby, let's just relax for a bit, shall we?" he says, reaching up to hold Peter's chin for a moment, touching his bottom lip with his thumb. "Let me use that pretty mouth of yours."

He braces himself with his hands, lifting a leg over Peter's chest, except with his back against Peter's face. Fiyero's never heard the term "sixty-nine", but he'll probably laugh when he reads it in that book later. This is also why he made sure Peter's head wasn't propped up by too many pillows.

Fiyero adjusts so he's kneeling just above Peter's face, reaching down to touch Peter's cheek between his leg, guiding his not-entirely-limp cock to Peter's mouth.

Peter’s never been the best actor, and Fiyero is starting to become well-practiced at reading him. It’s reassuring, that he can just be himself and be understood. How often has that really happened for him in life? How lucky is he to find it now, in the most unexpected of places?

Peter stares up at Fiyero with wide eyes, totally absorbed with him as he sits up, hand brushing against Peter’s chest. It’s so casual, the way Fiyero handles him - gentle, but possessive, like he could just slip his thumb into Peter’s mouth if he wanted to. Well, he could.

Peter’s not sure what he’s expecting, nodding slightly when Fiyero says he wants to use Peter’s mouth - for Fiyero to get the solvent, to move him into a position he likes? - but Fiyero slinging a leg over him to straddle his face wasn’t on the bingo card. He gasps softly in surprise, blushing furiously as Fiyero settles over his face.

He can’t see anything but the valley of Fiyero’s thighs, acting like blinders on either side of his face. As if he’d even want to look away, when all Peter can see and feel is him. He whines wordlessly, parting his lips at the guiding touch, accepting Fiyero’s half-chub greedily. Peter doesn’t suck at first, letting Fiyero settle on his tongue, focusing on not choking. The new angle is interesting, and takes some adjusting - it’s probably a good thing Fiyero isn’t entirely hard, so he can seat himself most of the way into Peter’s mouth without choking him.

“Nnnnmm,” Peter moans around him, letting his tongue press up against Fiyero’s cock, a softer kind of pressure. It’s probably some kind of insane, to be so utterly delighted by getting to have a cock in his throat - but Peter closes his eyes and relaxes, finally feeling settled.

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"Good boy. Mmmm, you feel so nice, darling..." Fiyero praises almost lazily, humming with enjoyment as he settles into the wet warmth of Peter's mouth. If he was hard, it would be probably be maddening. As of right now, physically, it's just pleasant. But mentally...

There's something almost disrespectful about it. Not cruel, but... entitled. Especially the way his balls hang right in Peter's face - would probably be resting on his nose if Fiyero pushed further in. But he's intentionally settling his knees in close, keeping himself comfortably propped above Peter. So he can more or less relax without fear of smothering him. Just making himself comfortable using Peter, with Peter accepting it so willingly, happily. The power of it feels heady.

The reason he chose to arrange himself this way should become apparent pretty quickly, now he's arranged himself to fit in Peter's mouth. He tugs in the remaining pillows, stacking them right next to Peter's torso. Then he lowers himself, getting comfortable snuggling up to Peter.

His torso is slightly at an angle, not actually fully sixty-nining, avoiding Peter's cock. Instead it's like if he was cuddling up next to him, his head resting on Peter's shoulder, but in this case he's using Peter's thigh as a pillow. He curls one arm around Peter's waist, hugging him, resting against his side, propped up by the pillows. Giving Peter as much skin contact and cuddling as he can, using him as an upside down teddybear.

It's meant to be mostly calming, but the lingering arousal and sexual tension is hardly lost on him. How could it, when his own view is Peter's erection, still hard after the ruined orgasm, slowly dripping. Peter might now be able to see much, but he can no doubt feel Fiyero's stubble against his inner thigh, the warm breath gently washing over his groin, just close enough to be felt.

It's a very surreal but enjoyable experience. The mix of the possessive domination and the gentle softness of it all. The relaxed cuddling against the simmering arousal and need. Fiyero lets out a content sigh.

To someone on the outside looking in, it probably looks utterly, decadently filthy - Peter, used as a cockwarming body pillow, and loving it. Fiyero’s body is held close over his face, obscuring his sight, pressing his body heat ever closer, the scent of his skin overwhelming Peter’s senses. For someone as sensitive as he is, in all aspects - Fiyero’s taken care to make sure there’s nothing else Peter could even remotely be distracted by, right now.

If it’s entitled, well, Peter’s the one enabling him. Giving himself over to Fiyero, asking to be used. It’s what Fiyero asked earlier - to be toyed with. Peter had given it to him, feeling slightly selfish - but he understands, now. He understands how electric this can feel, as Fiyero settles on his thigh, relaxing languidly like he’s prepared to take a nap with his cock in Peter’s mouth.

It’s as calm as they can get when Peter’s this worked up, and it would be a bad idea for Fiyero to fall asleep like this for a whole host of reasons, but it doesn’t stop the fantasy that plays in Peter’s mind. Fiyero taking a catnap, waking up and fucking his mouth. Letting Peter suck him in his dozing, just enough to feel good without waking him. Peter, unable to touch himself, to touch Fiyero, just holding his cock in his mouth so carefully…

Peter whimpers the sound muffled and helpless beneath Fiyero. His limbs twitch, but he’s not trying to get out - just wishing he could touch, even more turned on that he can’t. He sucks, slow and needy, the heat of Fiyero’s body making his face even more flush. Fiyero’s breath washes over his erection, which twitches, smearing lightly against his stomach. He’s so turned on, so completely at Fiyero’s mercy, drunk on his cock and his affection - the longer this goes on the further Peter sinks, soft moans expressed around Fiyero’s dick.

Fiyero couldn't possibly sleep like this, but he too gets the appeal of the fantasy. To have Peter so contently at his mercy, able to just keep him like this for as long as he wants. Cuddling up and taking a nap as if this was just any normal snuggling session. Sleeping and waking and having sex, like it feels like they've been doing most of the day.

But then, even if it weren't for the fact he's very tuned into Peter's reactions, making sure his helplessness doesn't ever turn distressing -- Fiyero's also simply too excited himself. His heartbeat slows a little, resting like this, but not enough that it seems like he's asleep. He's turned on, his cock very slowly growing in Peter's mouth, even if he's purposefully not moving. Peter's sucking is enough to slowly build up his arousal.

He's purposefully not doing anything about it though. He's just lying there, his fingers idly caressing Peter's side where he's got his arm wrapped around him. Listening to Peter's sounds, watching his body. Making sure that twitching doesn't turn to urgent.

At some point, he does have to adjust a little, pulling his knees in tighter around Peter's head, his hips lifting a little. He could feel the way he was growing deeper into Peter's mouth. Fiyero's not too scared of properly choking him - Peter could turn his head away, or press it into the pillow to get more room. But he doesn't want him to feel like he has to, or to be scared or uncomfortable, probably ending up feeling like he'd failed at his job. It's Fiyero's job to make sure he doesn't demand more than Peter can handle.

"Mmmmhh, you feel so good, baby," Fiyero sighs, his voice sounding sleepy even if he's fully awake. "Could stay like this all day, probably. Well, until I got bored, and wanted to play with you some more, I suppose." Fiyero turns his head, kissing the inside of Peter's thigh.

"Or until I got too hard," he adds with a chuckle. He squirms his hips a little, moving against Peter's mouth without really thrusting, and moans softly. Even just adjusting his position a moment ago had sent little sparks of pleasure through him, and yeah, by now he's definitely hard, firm and hot against Peter's tongue. Maybe he's even starting to leak just a little himself.

"I'm so comfortable though, don't really want to move," he continues, as if musing about a casual conundrum. "Help me out, will you, baby? You've had a nice little break now, I bet you could suck me pretty well now."

Fiyero’s cock thickens in his mouth, and Peter does his best to swallow around him, saliva wetting his mouth easily, lips slick around Fiyero’s dick. It feels so good to be full like this - full of Fiyero’s affection, the proof of it tangible, physical. Fiyero’s fingers brush lightly against his side, making him wish to squirm - but Peter holds fast, lightly trembling as he submits to his situation. Fiyero can use him as long as he likes, and Peter won’t complain. Won’t ask for more, taking pleasure in serving him. Unless there’s a problem - in which case, Peter will let him know, make it known, at Fiyero’s request, so he won’t hurt himself.

Fiyero pulls his hips back and Peter whines, craning his neck to try and keep the cock in his mouth. He’s sluggish to realize it’s just so Fiyero can keep him from choking, but settles back down on his pillow, swallowing around Fiyero again - thick, delightfully hot in his mouth, Peter whimpers and quiets, eyes half-lidded. Fiyero’s words, the kisses up the inside of his thigh - Peter’s whole body feels flush, slowly ramping back up. The desire was never gone, but this is a slow, intense burn, working them both up sensually, despite the utter debauchery occurring.

Peter can taste him, stronger now on the back of his tongue, and he sucks slowly, savoring it. Fiyero doesn’t want to move, happy to luxuriate in Peter’s mouth, and Peter doesn’t want him to move. Doesn’t want to let him go, wants to keep him there for as long as he’s allowed to - making Fiyero happy with him. Pleasing him. His own cock drools against his stomach, but Peter feels disconnected, focused solely on Fiyero. Maybe he’ll get to come again - maybe Fiyero will ruin it, maybe he won’t get another satisfying orgasm - but he wants Fiyero’s.

Peter hollows his cheeks with another soft mewl, starting a slow, wet, rhythmic suck around Fiyero. His tongue undulates, massaging his prince, lavishing him with attention. Fiyero’s balls hang in his face, nearly brushing him, and Peter’s only regret is that he can’t shower them in equal attention as he slurps around Fiyero’s cock. His arms twitch, as if he’s trying to anyway - not really trying to get out of his bonds, but absently, movements he would have made otherwise. It goes to show how gone he is, completely consumed with Fiyero.

Fiyero groans appreciatively, soft and deep in his chest. Letting Peter know his efforts are worth it, that Fiyero is enjoying himself. Even if he didn't make it known like that, Peter is the only one who would be able to hear Fiyero's heartbeat ramping up, his breaths getting deeper and faster. But Fiyero is generous with his noises, little sounds of pleasure, tiny moans and whimpers and hums as Peter keeps going, the pleasure building inside him.

He doesn't want to rush it, for either of their sakes, but he does start rolling his hips after a minute or two. Not quite thrusting, but slipping maybe half an inch in and out of Peter's mouth, making himself moan deeper.

"That's it, darling... You're doing great," he encourages, his voice deep and soft, heavy with breath. "Mmmhh.. That's perfect..."

And it is. Thrills of pleasure shooting up through Fiyero's spine, gathering in his belly. Not too overwhelming, not too little, just building at a steady pace. Not urgent, just enjoying the ride. Letting himself take advantage of what Peter's offering, trusting him to let Fiyero know of his boundaries, if they're approached.

But Fiyero's not doing anything extreme. If he were to push at Peter's boundaries, it would probably simply be because of how long they've been doing this. The build-up of need from all the teasing and the refused pleasure. Peter has had one satisfying orgasm, and that's probably a good thing now. If it weren't for that, he's not sure how Peter could be holding it together.

"Fuck, that's good..." Fiyero breathes, sounding like he's talking to himself, but of course it's for Peter. Even Fiyero using him, it's just as much for Peter, if not more. He knows how fulfilling it can be, having learned pretty quickly in the last few days, and he hopes Peter is feeling that satisfaction of being wanted and needed and useful.

There's tension building in Fiyero's body, and he finally pushes himself up - off of Peter, no longer snuggling him, but needing to have the leverage of his arms supporting him as well.

"Your mouth feels so good, Peter. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. Just let me fuck your mouth, that's it, baby," Fiyero rambles, reassuring Peter. Making him know he's not pulling away to deny him - it's only so he can serve his purpose better. And it's evidenced by the way Fiyero’s hips start moving more, shallow thrusts into Peter's mouth. Pressing against his tongue, approaching the back of his mouth, but not yet pushing into it. Warming him up.

Fiyero presses deeper, and Peter feels his self-consciousness start to slip away even more than it already has, bit by bit. Like Fiyero is fucking him deeper and deeper into this space where Fiyero’s cock is the only thing that matters - the noises Peter gets out of him, each a reward; the ache in his own body something floaty, disconnected. Fiyero’s using him, and it’s starting to get difficult to remember a time when he hasn’t. When this wasn’t Peter’s purpose, because it feels so good that it must be, right? Fiyero murmurs to him - and it is for him, but his cock twitches at the casual nature of it, how it sounds so incidental. Fiyero’s just enjoying his mouth, fucking down towards his throat, like it’s what he’s meant for.

Fiyero lifts up and Peter whines helplessly in protest, tears pricking his eyes when he thinks Fiyero might move away. No! He wants it, so badly. He would beg for it if he could, and the whimpers around Fiyero’s dick sound like he very well might be begging, pathetic and needy. He wants Fiyero more than he wants his own release, more than he’s wanted anything in a long, long time.

And of course, Fiyero is dedicated to giving him what he wants. Peter should have known, but he’s slowly getting more disoriented, losing track of how long he’s been trapped there. Just let me fuck your mouth, is clear enough instruction, and Peter makes a soft noise of assent, swallowing around Fiyero and easing up on the suction to make it easier for Fiyero to fuck him. He relaxes into the pillow, eyes rolling back and fluttering shut as Fiyero picks up a rhythm, rocking his hips into Peter’s face.

It’s hands down the dirtiest, sexiest thing Peter has ever done, and it starts to feel unbelievably good. Peter’s noises trail off into lewd, wet sounds and tiny, reedy whimpers, pulled out of him with each thrust of Fiyero’s cock, as he works deeper and deeper. Slowly, Peter goes pliant - keeping his teeth out of the way, his tongue up to provide an easy, wet slide back and forth - but otherwise malleable, drooling around Fiyero’s dick.

If the two of them a week ago could have gotten a glimpse into the future of what they were doing now, they would no doubt be so embarrassed and shocked they'd both want to sink into the ground, beet red and mortified and probably secretly turned on in some deep part of them. It's strange how it now feels so easy, so right.

Fiyero is perfectly in tune with Peter's body, but he's not worried about him. He can feel the way he relaxes, the way he submits himself to Fiyero's needs. If anything, he might be worried about how deeply he's sunk - but Fiyero has sunk deeply in his own way too. He'll take care of Peter. It's what he's meant for to. To have Peter, to enjoy him in every way, to care for him and use him and play with him. Nothing bad is going to happen to Peter while Fiyero's looking after him, and in return, Peter makes Fiyero feel like this.

Fiyero groans roughly, panting now. Occasional swears slip out, in amongst Peter's name, thoughtless praises and encouragements, and sounds of pleasure. His hips thrust deeper, demanding more of Peter, but also feeling exactly how far he can push, like they're synced. "Swallow, darling," he moans, and Peter is obeying everything without question or hesitation.

Fiyero's moan when he fucks into Peter's throat is loud and shameless. It takes some effort to control his pace, but he does it. While Peter is giving up control, Fiyero is tightly hanging on to his.

"I could make you come right now," he says, his voice rough with harsh breaths. "Just to see what it would feel like when I'm buried in your throat." An orgasm for Peter where his pleasure was incidental to the real purpose of increasing Fiyero's pleasure - it's intoxicating. He could even ruin it, just to see how the frustration would impact Peter, how it would crash against his satisfaction at being used.

But no, Fiyero's only talking, only sharing dirty fantasies to excite them both. While some part of him imagines he has the right to do whatever he wants with Peter, that still doesn't mean he'd be reckless with his wellbeing.

"I bet it would feel amazing... See you shaking under me, because of me, while I'm buried inside you," he continues, rambling even as he's almost forcing the words out, feeling himself getting closer. "But I'd rather see your face, darling. When I let you come, I want to see your pleasure. Fuck, Peter, you're amazing... So beautiful.. So good for me.."

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