“Good.”
Peter never broke eye contact as he reached down and stretched Theo with his fingers.It was excruciatingly good in a whole different way than his tongue had been.It was too slow, too little, when Theo just wanted all of it.He’d gone back to being fully hard at some point during all of this, something he only noticed when he bent his spine and Peter looked down, smiling at his erection.
When Peter at last decided to stop with the stretching and instead slicked up his own cock, Theo was relieved enough that he wondered whether he could come from just watching, but he didn’t get the chance.
Peter lifted his legs and pushed inside him, bringing their bodies close, his face hovering above Theo’s.
Peter’s lips parted, and Theo saw the tips of his fangs come out, making him look wild and hungry.
He was.The first few thrusts were rough in the best way, then he stopped when Theo’s head rolled back and his fingers clawed at the air.Theo had closed his eyes without noticing, and when he opened them again, locking gazes with Peter, Peter started again, without stopping this time.
It was a short sprint to the finish line from there.Theo’s brain was so pleasure-flooded that he wasn’t sure who came first, but he was definitely sure that his own orgasm washed over him like hot summer rain, rather than the hard splash of the first.He’d been too turned on for too long for anything else.
Watching Peter was different though—harder and faster, explosive.His muscles bulged, and his teeth were all bared when he came, heat following the intense friction inside of Theo.His eyes never left Theo’s, not when he pulled out gently or used the sheet to wipe Theo’s belly.Theo hadn’t even noticed his own cum there, too overheated, his mind unable to focus.
Peter only looked away when he lay down next to Theo and wrapped him in his arms, offering sunshine-soft kisses that Theo happily accepted.
They didn’t get out of bed for at least another hour.
Theo had accidentally ended up napping in Peter’s arms.When he woke up, Peter brushed his cheek with soft fingers.Theo stretched his legs, this time without the joints going all creaky.
“What time is it?”
“Almost noon, but I’m not sure exactly.”
Theo turned just enough to get to his nightstand, where he normally kept his phone.It was there, although he couldn’t remember having put it in its place the previous night.He woke the screen and saw messages from Corvin.
I’m so sorry about not keeping my mouth shut.Everything okay?
Peter the Terrible isn’t mad, is he?
(Blame everything on me if so!)
And thanks for coming to get us.I don’t even know what to think about the whole abduction to Faerie thing.I think I should talk to Mike’s mom about it.
You okay?
I can see you’re not looking at your phone.Is that good news?
Those had all been from yesterday, but Corvin had texted earlier in the day too.
Let me know if you want to hang out today
Peter made an annoyed little noise when the phone got too close to his nose for comfort while Theo was reading.
“Looking at your screen while in bed can cause vertigo,” he grumbled.
“I’m not looking, I’m typing.”
All good I think.
He was about to typePeter says he loves me, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that.It would lead to follow-up questions he was in no way prepared to handle.
Let’s hang out soon.Carl too.
It didn’t take long for Corvin to check his texts.
Carl reached out, made sure we got home, asked about you too.
