Theodore had worked all of Peter’s buttons open and was eagerly pulling the shirt free of Peter’s pants.It was such a wonderful sight to witness.
“I’m going to ride you.Going to rub our dicks together until you come in my hand,” Theodore said, his cheeks flushed with color, his jade eyes bright as moonlight seen through emerald glass.
“Are you commanding me to let you do this?”
“Yes.You want to feed?Remember, the first time, our first time, we did it like this.”
Peter hummed and cupped Theodore’s neck when he straddled him.“If you’re referring to the day we met, we didn’t share pleasure that night.”
Theodore leaned forward and took Peter’s lips in an exquisitely demanding kiss.
“No, we didn’t fuck.But what if you’d paid extra to fuck me?We could’ve done this back then.”
I wouldn’t have enjoyed that.You clearly didn’t want me back then.And yet, Peter could tell that he wanted him now.
“Puck, do you want to be bitten?”
Theodore bit Peter’s lip; reasonably hard as these games went.It was an answer in itself, confirmed when he whispered, “Yeah.”
“Are you sure you’re feeling well enough?”
Theodore groaned and draped his arms around Peter’s neck.“I told you, I don’t even look at snotty people anymore, okay?When someone sneezes, I leave the room and throw a handful of salt at them.”
“It’s not a laughing matter.”
“Peter, we’re fucking, and you’re biting me.”
With skilled fingers, Theodore got Peter’s pants open and went right for his cock, the touch calculated, firm, and very much goal oriented.There was something to be said for enjoying Theodore when he was riled just a touch.
“All right, Puck, all right.”
Theodore looked away from him.“You never asked.”
“Asked what?”
Theodore worked his own jeans open, still not meeting Peter’s eyes.Peter would’ve liked to look down between them, but he kept his attention fixed on Theodore’s face, even when Theodore decided he wanted to kiss Peter and nip his neck.
“Why I chose Puck for a name.”
“Well, you enjoy literature, so—”
“No, back then.You didn’t know anything about me back then.When we first met.”
“I thought it suited you.Plus, who am I to question the name a person picks for themself?Who is anyone, really, to doubt that choice?”
Theodore’s eyes flicked to him briefly, the fire in them arousing enough to make a shiver run over Peter’s back and heat pool in his belly.“Ugh, you’re annoying.Is it so hard just to ask?I’ll tell you anyway.I chose it because Puck gets what he wants, and he secretly runs the show.”
“That’s appropriate.”
“I can’t tell whether you’re making fun of me or not.”
Theodore grabbed them together, taking his time to lavish attention on Peter’s cockhead before spitting in his hand to ease the friction.It’s fascinating how one’s relationship to another’s bodily fluids can change,Peter thought as he watched Theodore use that spit as lube to help him get them both off.
“I’m not making fun of you.You have my cock in your hand.It would be very unwise of me to insult you.”Peter’s voice was strained, a moan lurking to escape.
“Yeah.Yeah, that’s right.”
Theodore was moaning himself, a sound as sweet as summer mead.His touch, his fingers, and the friction of his skin, were perfect, the noises lewd in the very best of ways.Peter draped his arms around Theo’s back, allowing himself to deepen the contact while giving Theodore something to brace against if he so wished.
