[ the intensity of pietro's reactions, even fueled by how he interacts by default with the world around him, mirrors how eddie feels he himself becomes when he's incredibly into what someone is doing to him. enthralled and overwhelmed, and it's really fucking hot to feel.
he takes all of pietro in with that steadier roll, bobbing his head to the middle of his cock before taking him fully again. then he slides back, further, tongue circling around the tip for a few seconds before he brings his hand over to hold pietro's dick by its base. lets his lips slide off, head cocking even as he's stroking over himself. voice thick and heavy, lips fuller from blowing him, he offers a few words, at least. ] You gonna fuckin' come for me?
[ and, then he's back to it, immediately fast, cheeks hollowing so the whole of his mouth and throat are tight as they can get. keeps taking pietro deeply for a fair bit before he pulls back further, enough to suck on his cockhead before going deep again. repeating that time and again, all while starting to jerk his own jock with targeted touches at his own tip, wanting to get himself off close to whenever pietro comes. ]
[Pietro's whines shift towards more broken mewling noises he wants to silence, but can't seem to choke them down quickly enough. The attention to the tip of his cock is enough to bring him nearly over the edge, Eddie's tongue slowly curling around and scraping across. He pulls back though, and Pietro squirms once in agitation, looking down at Eddie, eyes dark with arousal but also alight with indignation.]
No.
[He scoffs, determined not to come simply because Eddie said something about it. He hasn't earned the authority to demand it. Still, it's difficult to hold off when Eddie gets right back to it, fast and hard, and drawing him in deeply. It's when he sucks at the head of Pietro's cock for the third time that he lets go, fingers curling tight in Eddie's hair, muscles stiffening abruptly as he comes, the vibration through the desk immediately ceasing.]
[ eddie spares no time to outwardly show how it lights him up to have such effects on pietro. how it warms his chest in appreciation feeling how he squirms, how his voice borders on contempt. far too busy to get him off, to make him come, to coat eddie's throat and mouth. his words hadn't even been meant to draw quite so blunt a reaction, either. said mostly to genuinely urge pietro on rather than tease or try to get him scoffing in pointless petulance. alas though, it's hot when pietro gets bratty like that.
eddie's been pent up for the entire time pietro's been there. had fantasized about this day taking a specific turn, one that included that ridiculous tentacled dildo. it's okay that it's shifted, but his own arousal hasn't tapered down. so he's been stroking himself, each of pietro's reactions and his own actions driving him closer to orgasm, too.
he sinks his throat down, gagging around pietro as he stiffens and comes, the sound sputtering more than before. any control eddie had possessed before is lost as cum spills from his own cock onto his fingers, moaning and whining around the cock in his throat. his rhythm stills to just drink it down as best he can, coming up after a few seconds, one eye shutting in a lazy sort of wink as his mouth slips off pietro's dick. he hums happily, peering forward then up, sliding back so he's sitting on his heels.
eddie's held tilts. ] You do taste good. [ chin and mouth all slick and sloppy, tongue dragging out over his bottom lip as he circles a bit of cum back into his mouth.
he shifts, propping his clean hand on the floor to get back up, shrugging before he unceremoniously wipes his own cum away onto his shirt. laundry's always a thing, and neither of them really came prepared to clean up messes. eddie brings his own jeans up to close them, smiling at pietro, leaning in with a tiny scrunch of his nose. ]
Thanks for that. And the, uh, paperweight. [ surely peggy will be impressed with the dildo smiling up at the ceiling, suctioned to the front desk. ]
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he takes all of pietro in with that steadier roll, bobbing his head to the middle of his cock before taking him fully again. then he slides back, further, tongue circling around the tip for a few seconds before he brings his hand over to hold pietro's dick by its base. lets his lips slide off, head cocking even as he's stroking over himself. voice thick and heavy, lips fuller from blowing him, he offers a few words, at least. ] You gonna fuckin' come for me?
[ and, then he's back to it, immediately fast, cheeks hollowing so the whole of his mouth and throat are tight as they can get. keeps taking pietro deeply for a fair bit before he pulls back further, enough to suck on his cockhead before going deep again. repeating that time and again, all while starting to jerk his own jock with targeted touches at his own tip, wanting to get himself off close to whenever pietro comes. ]
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No.
[He scoffs, determined not to come simply because Eddie said something about it. He hasn't earned the authority to demand it. Still, it's difficult to hold off when Eddie gets right back to it, fast and hard, and drawing him in deeply. It's when he sucks at the head of Pietro's cock for the third time that he lets go, fingers curling tight in Eddie's hair, muscles stiffening abruptly as he comes, the vibration through the desk immediately ceasing.]
Shit.
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eddie's been pent up for the entire time pietro's been there. had fantasized about this day taking a specific turn, one that included that ridiculous tentacled dildo. it's okay that it's shifted, but his own arousal hasn't tapered down. so he's been stroking himself, each of pietro's reactions and his own actions driving him closer to orgasm, too.
he sinks his throat down, gagging around pietro as he stiffens and comes, the sound sputtering more than before. any control eddie had possessed before is lost as cum spills from his own cock onto his fingers, moaning and whining around the cock in his throat. his rhythm stills to just drink it down as best he can, coming up after a few seconds, one eye shutting in a lazy sort of wink as his mouth slips off pietro's dick. he hums happily, peering forward then up, sliding back so he's sitting on his heels.
eddie's held tilts. ] You do taste good. [ chin and mouth all slick and sloppy, tongue dragging out over his bottom lip as he circles a bit of cum back into his mouth.
he shifts, propping his clean hand on the floor to get back up, shrugging before he unceremoniously wipes his own cum away onto his shirt. laundry's always a thing, and neither of them really came prepared to clean up messes. eddie brings his own jeans up to close them, smiling at pietro, leaning in with a tiny scrunch of his nose. ]
Thanks for that. And the, uh, paperweight. [ surely peggy will be impressed with the dildo smiling up at the ceiling, suctioned to the front desk. ]