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[Pietro smirks to himself, catching that reaction to the dildo, and he stops playing with it, holding it solidly in one hand instead, running his thumb along the little suction cups in a manner meant to look casual or oblivious to it. As Eddie leans on the desk, Pietro positions himself in front of it, making sure the obvious bulge of his cock is directly in view.]

What first. That is difficult question, Eddie.

[He frowns slightly, biting his lip as if in deep concentration. After a drawn out 'hm' noise of contemplation, he sets the dildo on the desk so it stands up, tentacle curled towards Eddie. His voice is pitched lower, more of a demanding tone to it than teasing.]

First. You show me how much you like your gift. Show me what you can do with your mouth and maybe I let you have my cock in it next.

[ eddie watches pietro's movements, eyes locking more on what his fingers are doing than anything else, gaze drifting down when he shifts, lips pressing together when he sees that bulge. an entertained smirk starts sliding onto his lips, watching, a flick down when the dildo is presented like that. then, a roll of anticipation in his stomach when pietro's voice goes lower, tongue dragging out onto his bottom lip.

he hums, lips pursing to the side, one hand reaching out to lift the dildo up with a small pop. ] Sounds fair. Wouldn't want you to fall for a bait and switch.

[ eddie leans back, scooting the chair out so pietro can see all of him, will be able to see when his own cock starts to twitch, to get hard, which will undoubtedly occur sooner than later.

dark eyes locking onto pietro's, he brings the tip of the oddly shaped dildo to his mouth, pressing it just against his lips, corner of them quirking. slowly he lets his mouth open, sliding his tongue out, letting it circle still only that tip. he hums, letting the sound linger. then, dildo in one hand, he starts to push it into his mouth.

he pushes it in toward his cheek, letting it make a bulge there as his other hand shifts to rest over his thigh. teasing and slow really, deliberate, but he can only be slow for so long while he's meeting pietro's intent eyes. so, he pushes the dildo in further, gradual again once it hits the start of his throat, soft reflexive gag. after a moment, steadily breathing, another sound, a purposeful swallow, and it's sinking in further, further still, until it's engulfed inside eddie's mouth and throat.

he doesn't fuck his own mouth with it, lets it sit there for a few seconds before pulling it out, wet sounds, another reflexive smack of muscles relaxing back into place. he holds the saliva-slick dildo out to pietro in emphasis. ] So? What's it gonna be?

[Pietro makes a quiet amused 'hm' of a noise to himself when Eddie picks the dildo up, that little pop sound a novelty. He hadn't played with it enough.]

Exactly. I have some standards, you know?

[Only two people have deepthroated him, and it's not something he's engaged in frequently, or even had an idea he liked until he'd ended up this place. He'll have little to compare Eddie's performance to, but Eddie doesn't need to know that. Pietro watches with a raised eyebrow at first, meant to look like he's assessing everything here with a discerning eye, crossing his arms as Eddie moves the chair back and starts to take the dildo into his mouth. Pietro's eyes are on his tongue as it curls around the tentacle, cock twitching while he thinks about having that warm rough tongue around the head of his cock instead. He sucks in a quiet breath when Eddie hums, something else Pietro's learned he likes, the reverberation of the sound through his cock. Pietro shifts and fidgets slightly, trying not to be obvious about it as the dildo slides further down Eddie's throat. Shit. When Eddie presents him with the dildo, Pietro smirks and laughs quietly.]

You are so eager, Eddie. I am tempted to make you beg.

[He runs his fingers over the bulge of his cock, making a soft whine of a noise when he does, unable to contain it.]

How much do you want my cock? Use your words.

[ eddie gets a bit lost in his own actions, focusing on putting on a good show for pietro. wants to display the skillset he's so incredibly proud of. he'd spent enough time working on it, he should be proud. he starts to grin, head cocking, eyes dancing down from the movement of pietro's fingers at his cock. a hot breath falls quietly from eddie's lip, tongue dragging out over his bottom lip, resting and rubbing along it, making it wetter.

one eyebrow lifts as he hums, staring straight at pietro's bulge for several deliberate moments until dark eyes bounce back up. eddie smirks, another soft hum before he goes on. ]

How much? [ he rolls his chair back a tiny bit, just meeting pietro's eyes before he stands. leaning in closer, he drops the dildo down, giving it a tap against pietro's dick. ] Well.

I want you to sink every inch of your cock into my throat, just fuck it without any mercy at all. So the sound of me choking on you is all anyone in here can hear. And then, well... [ the dildo is brought up again, tossed over to his other hand ] I want you to wait to come until you can get it in my ass. Also proven to be...very satisfying a place to just...fill right on up. [ painting this picture, not outwardly tonally desperate, but he's getting harder as he speaks, putting on a show of brazen confidence all for both their benefits. ]

I want you to use my mouth so hard that it makes me wanna fuck my own ass with this [ a jiggle of the dildo ] even harder, so I can get it all good and ready for the main event.

[ how's that? both of eddie's brows pop up as he waits for a reaction. ]

[He raises an eyebrow as Eddie taps the dildo against his bulge of his cock, and it arches up a little further as Eddie continues describing what he wants. Pietro gives him a questioning look at the end, taking the dildo from Eddie's hand as if he's confiscating a toy from a misbehaving child.]

Eddie. I am disappointed.

[His tone reflects as much, and he sighs dramatically.]

Do you think telling me when I can come is good idea? Will that get you what you want?

[ eddie's eyes turn deeply imploring, still bright and now amused, when pietro lifts the dildo out of his hand. his head tilts just so, brows lifting again. then, he bites back a laugh, chest shaking faintly when he can't completely hide it. it's endearing, this display. as entertaining as eddie has been with himself over his own showiness.

he breathes out a sigh through his nose, lips pursing to the side, best attempt at looking dejected as he can possibly muster. ] Maybe not exactly what I want, but perhaps I thought it might spur you on to tell me what you're gonna do.

[ that same dazzling smug smile then, gaze flicking to the sex toy, down at pietro's dick then to his friend's face, eyebrows popping suggestively. ]

I have already told you. Plans have not changed.

[Pietro gives him a pointed look, tapping the dildo against Eddie's chest as he crowds his space suddenly. His plans had been casually outlined in a text message probably a week ago, but the fact remains he'd addressed it.]

I said...

[He speaks louder, making sure every syllable is clear like Eddie had never been paying attention, and each one accompanied by a slap of the tentacle.]

That I will fuck your mouth while you play with this. So shove it up your ass and get on your knees.

[Right here, in the lobby.]

[ eddie stares back with his own pointed gaze, humor sparkling in his eyes. a hum and tilt of his chin down when the dildo taps him, breath rising and holding for a few seconds when pietro gets close.

his mouth opens for another grin, tongue peeking out between his teeth, rolling small stifled chuckles with the way each word is presented. leaning in so their noses almost touch, he offers-- ] How could I forget? Been thinking about it all week. [ on the days he's been at the gym, anyway. difficult not to.

he pulls his face back, reaches to open his jeans, glancing away with a hum. leaning to pull a drawer of the desk open to retrieve the lube he'd stored away, letting it fall in a purposeful tumble onto wood. ] Don't think it's anyone's lunchtime but mine, ya know. Anyone's bound to wander out.

[ both hands tuck into his waist to pull his pants down, cock bobbing out and eddie reaches to pluck the dildo out of pietro's hand. goes to coat the whole thing with lube as he keeps talking, as if it's an idle venture. ] You gonna get your cock out so I have something to look at while I start doing this, or...?

[ delivering the same sort of energy back at pietro. it's fun, why wouldn't he? ]

[He shifts slightly, uncomfortably, in an attempt to look less huffy about it, Eddie clearly finding amusement in this. Mocking him. Pietro tries not to fidget too much as he watches Eddie retrieve the lube from the drawer. The slow thud of the bottle against the wood of the desk is loud and sharp to him while in a state of trying to grasp more control here. Fuck. His abdominal muscles tighten as he thinks about everyone watching, 'wandering out' as he says. Pietro glances around the lobby, intent on giving a good performance for any onlookers. Only he ends up swallowing thickly and letting his tongue run over his lips as Eddie exposes himself, tugging his pants down and snatching the dildo from Pietro's hand.]

I...

[His hands are at the button of his jeans, but he stops, fingers shaking, and crosses his arms instead, raising an eyebrow at Eddie.]

No. You can have it only if you are good.

[He hears what those words sound like coming out of his mouth and it's just awful.]

[ control is absolutely overrated. until it's not anymore, though eddie's only interested in seeing that in someone else, turns into a hot mess when someone tries to exert real control over him. it's good though, well received from certain people, and he doesn't really see that that's what pietro may be angling for. just going along with what he percieves as teasing, though a lightbulb goes off when he registers that pause, that cross of those arms, and the words that follow.

oh.

there's something to be said for the time they'd fucked being laden with aphros, plus eloise right there in the middle of them. eddie fairly quickly with pietro behind him, so there hadn't been much in the way of registering his facial expressions, no real hold on what words they'd exchanged other than filthy ones to result in hard fucking.

eddie pulls back a little more, brows lifting at pietro. he really can't determine if that's something pietro says often or if he's trying it out or what, but. he decides to lean in. ]

Oh? You want me to be good? [ so help him, he can't help the way his shoulders and head lean back over as he bites his bottom lip. ] Listen to what you say? [ and back again, which, now he's lowering himself to the ground, getting on his knees, head cocking as he looks up at pietro. ] Might have to make me be good. [ that dildo just rests in his hand, jeans pooled at his ankles. ] Or just tell me what I get again, if I'm good. But you really should see how good I can be, Pietro.

[ well. eager to be good, also eager to talk to his heart's content, delaying the inevitable only to see how it makes pietro react. ]

Edited 2023-08-21 05:18 (UTC)

[Pietro growls quietly, feeling his chest heat with embarrassment as Eddie continues to mock him, as far as he perceives it. Pietro hasn't quite got a back-and-forth dynamic down with Eddie yet. The man is irritating, but not enough that Pietro wants to do much about it, and he never responds in a way that's predictable. It gets him flustered and unsettled. Making a snap decision as Eddie keeps rambling, on his knees and just holding the tentacle dildo, Pietro quickly unbuttons his pants, drags the zipper down and steps forward to crowd Eddie's space, fingers suddenly twisted tightly in that ridiculous bird's nest of hair.]

Shut up.

[He tugs on Eddie's hair, pulling his face close to his freed erection, already leaking.]

[ the sudden switch catches eddie off guard, enough for his brows to pop up, his face to push back, head going back with pietro's hand tangled in his hair. he relaxes again once those two words are said, doesn't think that pietro would do anything too horribly brash in this situation, nothing he doesn't want anyway, and it's clear that the agitation and frustration is sincere. oops?

that hold on his hair is rougher than he'd have expected, but he looks up at pietro, coy energy gone, edges of his smile softening. ] All right.

[ without more communication, it's impossible to know really what pietro wants, so eddie just slips back to the formerly presented set of ideas. the dildo slides behind him, just set against his opening for the time-being. he has to bite his tongue from making more comments, not egging pietro's looming irritation on (see, he's capable of some consideration and critical thinking, kinda!) he gives a little wiggle back onto it, staring mostly at pietro's dick since it's right there, letting the tip slip in a tiny bit with a small groan. not going to be the easiest to multi-task, but here he goes anyway.

he dips his face forward, letting his tongue run along pietro's cockhead, circling over it slowly, peering up at him. ]

[Watching Eddie's shifting expression and body language, Pietro isn't sure if he's crossed some line or not. The agreement is awkward to him, and he continues to watch Eddie with the dildo, trying to figure out why. Pietro doesn't fit into that bantering or teasing or whatever Eddie was doing, annoyed by it instead. The entire vibe is different without the assistance of aphro and the presence of Eloise.

Eddie's tongue is on his cock then, swirling around the head and though Pietro feels a pulse of arousal spike through his abdomen at it, he steps back, dropping his fingers from Eddie's hair.]

This is... not working.

[ well, that's more communication than eddie was going to dip into. he lets the dildo slide away, tumble down to fall atop his jeans, head tilting with a furrowing brow at pietro. the tone certainly shifts all at once, knot in his stomach at how he just pulls back. not something eddie's experienced before, so, it affects his features pretty prominently. confusion, edges of disappointment. ]

Okay. [ a long beat as he settles more into an awkward position before he's suddenly standing, one hand propping onto the desk. ] It's okay. [ not really, not immediately, but he would never push someone to do anything they didn't want to do, either, but his tone has dropped, no banter or playing around, forehead creased. ] Just, not...into it anymore? [ into him, but it's fine. this is fine. ]

[Pietro fidgets, shifting his weight from foot to foot, turning his eyes away for a moment, looking at Eddie again once his hand hits the desk. Pietro busies himself taking much longer to shove his cock back in his pants than it should.]

Eddie... I do not know what you want. I cannot read you, is mixed signals. You are into talking a lot, yes?

[He waves his hand in a circular motion, annoyed with himself and trying to get the words to come faster and more succinct when he isn't sure what he even wants to say.]

I have not had this problem before. Maybe it is me, but you are confusing and I do not think you are interested. You want something different from me. I would just come here to fuck, you know, but you keep conversation going. Is irritating. I am frustrated.

[ for as long as it takes pietro to gather himself back into his pants, eddie doesn't move to pull his jeans back up until the other man starts to put his cock away. bends over to awkwardly pull them up as pietro speaks, looking back at him, lips in a thinner line than he really intends for, eyes cautious.

his brows furrow again though when he realizes what pietro's said, and he makes a soft sound of affirmation, almost a sigh or a scoff. of course he likes to talk a lot. he blinks a few times, mouth starting to lower in earnest shock that his behavior had been understood to mean a lack of interest. he's not prepared to tackle mismatched desires, doesn't really get it, completely.

he waves a hand out near his own chest, slow and gradual, in emphasis before he starts to speak. ] I thought I was showing you exactly how interested I am in you fucking me, Pietro. [ his head gives a small shake, disbelieving that this is even happening, after the way they'd talked over texts, how everyone else in the past is, just, receptive to his wordiness and dirty talk. ] Didn't mean to piss you off, I...I thought you...might like some pushback, some dirty talk, but... [ he breathes out, lips pursing, eyes faltering off to the side. ] Uh. No, huh?

[ he leans against the desk, lips quirking awkwardly. ] You told me to shut up, so I did. I...liked when you said it. I thought we were...fuckin' around with each other before we...got going, ya know?

You did not... piss me off. You did, but it is not. I am not angry, just...

[He throws his hand up in exasperation, mostly with himself.]

To me, you were stalling. Wanting to 'spur me on' you said, to do something, but I do not know what. I was not going to force you to do something.

[He can, he's very physically capable of it and completely aware of that, and it's why he hesitates with being so forward.]

You say you liked it when I said that, but you shut down. I thought that I... went too far.

[He'd thought that with Eloise once too, at the very beginning, when he'd kissed her in the ocean. Apologised for it, for not asking permission.]

Fuck. I do not know what it is. You know, I have never been friends with someone first, before I fucked them. It is awkward.

[ eddie's mouth quirks to the other side, giving pietro a contemplative, inquiring stare as he starts to answer. sure does seem like he'd been pissed off! but, well, eddie doesn't exactly talk at length about the nuances of his own emotions so, he at least grasps why someone might stumble over what they're trying to get across.

he presses his lips together, realizing that pietro is spot on about the stalling, but his expression turns toward a grimace at the idea of anything being forced. part of why communication is a positive, but eddie tends to go with whatever feels fun or good in the moment without any real pause.

another purse of his lips to the side that he shut down. not what he'd felt like he'd been doing, and again, it's difficult to really piece together that they have two entirely different perceptions of what's occurred the past several minutes.

he breathes out slowly through his mouth, eyes widening for a moment as he glances down to the ground. ] Well, it's awkward currently. [ he meets pietro's eyes again. ] I don't really relate, but I think I get it. The times I've fucked friends I mean, I guess it's just been...slower rather than, [ a circling wave of his hand between the two of them ] this.

Look, I didn't mean to make you doubt what I wanted. I thought it was obvious, but it's pretty clear I was wrong about that. Went too far with the, um, dramatics, I suppose. [ plainly, frankly said, no attitude about it. ]

I'm sorry, man. I was trying to play it up, draw it out. [ so, a big fat 'yes' to the stalling potion of that. ] Thought you were teasing me about being, like...dominant [ forceful ] and... [ he shrugs his shoulders, a little sheepish as the words are coming out. ] it turned me on? I don't...I didn't shut down. [ he blinks that away, not trying to discount what pietro thought was going on, but it's just not how he felt. ] It's, good. Being a bit, rough, ya know?

[ not awkward at all. ]

[Pietro can see it all churning in Eddie's head, features shifting slowly as his thoughts are sorted out. His abdominal muscles tighten with some unknown feeling, and Pietro bites his tongue to stop himself from interrupting anything Eddie might say, or dismissing the whole thing in his sudden need to avoid conflict of this nature, or showing any more vulnerability after expressing things. He used to keep everything to himself, and his efforts to speak his mind, his feelings, to Daphne and Eloise and in general is just backfiring on him. He'd chosen the wrong word there, forced, and he knows it the moment Eddie's mouth twitches like that. Fuck. He exhales audibly through his nose, almost a sigh, knowing they've seen things completely differently, due to past experiences or general approaches to sex, or something else.]

You do not need to apologise.

[He says that tersely, before growling at himself and holding his hands up.]

I was teasing you with that, telling you what to do. Because I thought that was what you were waiting for, why you were stalling. Hesitant. I could not tell you liked it. So...

[It's him, he fucked it up and he will acknowledge that. With a shrug.]

Is new thing for me. Maybe I did it wrong. I get it now. You were not shutting down, it was... doing what I asked. Obedience, yes?

[It occurs to him they're having this discussion in the gym, and as he glances around, he's glad he's already left the place. Only Eddie will have to contend with workplace awkwardness.]

[ eddie's brows twitch, gaze shining with disagreement. he's fine with making an apology when he's overdone things, just went for it, leaned in and made pietro feel uncomfortable. mismatched desires or miscommunication, didn't really matter, they're friends and apologizing to friends when you're wrong is necessary.

but pietro goes on, lifts his hands up, and eddie settles in to really listen. try his best to focus, mostly able to take pietro's words at face value. the explanation causes him to nod here and there, breathing in through his mouth. he smiles awkwardly, humming out quietly at pietro doing it wrong. another nod at not shutting down, then a firmer nod when he clarifies at the end. ]

Right. Exactly. [ his tongue clicks, no time spent for awareness on anything other than the space the two of them inhabit. ] I guess I've...gotten into the whole excess dirty talk and 'I'll be good especially when you make me be good' thing, lately... [ a small huff of air through his nose, at himself, gaze turning inward for a moment. ] The obedience thing. Proven to be something I like a lot. [ a small beat. ] I don't care if you don't think I should be sorry, either...I still am.

I was...looking forward to this, with you. But. [ he shrugs, pulling on a weak but genuine small smile. ] It's...it can be all good, man. [ sucks in the moment, and he's not going to lie about that, feels like he can be honest with pietro. even if he had been playing a role, acting and acting out, before, purposefully overblowing his behaviors. ]

[It was Pietro's misinterpretation, and though he acknowledges it, he won't apologise. It's still too difficult even if he is trying to be less of a dick. He does nod once and shrug, conceding that to Eddie. Obedience, not reluctance or feeling like he needed to give in. When Eddie's finished, Pietro moves to sit on the desk, swinging his foot and tapping his heel against one of the legs, fidgeting and looking for something to do with his hands, grabbing a pen to fiddle with.]

I am not good at this. You know, talking about these things.

[It had taken him a long time to address sexual desires and kinks even with Eloise.]

Dirty talk? I do not know what to do with it when it keeps going for hours. I tried sexting, you know, but I got bored and then it was irritating. Which is... my problem, I know. Time is different for me. Aside from that... I will say that I provoked someone, prodding them to keep going, and it was too far. I did not know it would be, but it was and it...

[He trails off, rubbing at a spot on his shoulder.]

I react fast to things, and if I went ahead with something, but you only thought you wanted it... I think I do not want to make you do something. Obey me or be 'good' for me because I got annoyed or frustrated with you and snapped.

[ clearly eddie pushed buttons or veered down a route that pietro doesn't care for, and it's at least partly on him having been so brazen. it's the way he'd acted that made it not work, right? so, he apologizes, because they're friends. he keeps leaning on the desk, watching pietro's expressions closely.

eddie's face twists faintly, brows furrow a touch, lips purse down before he starts to nod a few times, empathizing. his head tilts as pietro goes on, uses more words, a more novel concept regarding sex for eddie than he'd care to admit. he's had some conversations, some communication, but this feels different. strange, still unsettling as he's not sure what to do when someone feels like his dirty talk drags on for hours, or when they get bored by his sexting. it stings for a moment, ego bruising once more, the brunt of that fading into the further explanation. his brows rise slowly, eyes focused.

his lips quirk to the side, small huff of a hum radiating in his throat. ]

We're friends, man. I trust you. I wouldn't go around offering up...what I did and agree it should be done where I work, if I thought it was gonna go sideways. Didn't know time was like that for you, though. I'm...glad I know now. [ not necessarily a direct reaction to what all pietro shared, but eddie needed to say it. he shifts in place before he slides up on the desk too. ] It doesn't have to be like...that. You ordering me around. I got carried away. I've been into this guy lately who -- [ a glance up to the ceiling as he ponders how to say it ] well, it's been nice, being told what to do. And you had this [ his shoulders scrunch up, sheepish expression creeping in for a few seconds ] whole dominant thing I thought, didn't see at first, you were going for, and once I realized...I just. Went for it. Ya know?

[ eddie places one palm on the desk, leaning in just slightly closer to pietro. ] And there's, like, ways to get you to stop if I wasn't into it. [ look at him go, communicating, trying to be helpful. little rays of hope that aren't at all subtle that they could continue back into things, some time, maybe. ]

And since the copious amounts of dirty talk and sexting aren't doing it for you, well...you can tell me what you want instead. If I know that, I mean, I don't think you'd get frustrated or...snap. [ he says it as if he doesn't believe that pietro would, anyway. not with him. his nose scrunches. ] Wouldn't have been a thing if I hadn't thought you might like it I played it up, or. Whatever.

[Though he mostly looks like he's paying attention to the pen in his hands, fingers blurring as he fidgets with it, he does glance up at Eddie a few times, catching the shift of expressions across his face, the confusion and then some bit of understanding, and that this is as new to him as it is to Pietro. An actual discussion. He hadn't expected to have one, but it had happened. A snap judgement then to, perhaps, for him to cut this off abruptly. Pietro focuses on him directly when Eddie seems to make a decision or come to a conclusion, that twitch of his lips, a considering noise before he speaks. And Pietro listens, a little surprised that Eddie would trust him so easily as to make these offers, and that's something Pietro made assumptions about too. He sighs, almost snorting, shaking his head a little and setting the pen aside.]

I would. I would offer things and invite people to where I work to fuck, even if I never met them or thought it could go badly. That is... was half of fun for me, you know? I am... assuming it was like that for you. Agree to things without really... I was wrong about that.

[Which he sounds a little guilty for, thinking Eddie might be like him, like he used to be, in that respect and fuck anyone who showed interest at the drop of a hat.]

I forgot you did not know, or maybe thought I told you. About time. But everything is slow motion for me, all the time. It makes things difficult, conversation and staying focused. That is not your fault.

[Pietro laughs then, and at least it doesn't feel awkwardly uncomfortable to have Eddie right next to him again, hand on the desk.]

I tried that, 'whole dominant thing', because I thought it would move things along, that you were waiting for it. I guess I have more... eager partners usually. Physically, you know? I think I am bad with that kind of... foreplay.

[He bites his lip for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows and really considering the more important pieces Eddie seems to be getting to.]

Ways to get me to stop, like safe word? If I was a normal person, that might be something, but... It is hundredths of a second where I can make decision, you will not have time to speak, or move for signals. That is what... bothers me if I am...

[Pietro shifts uncomfortably, tying to find the right words.]

If I am completely taking control, you know? What I want, though? I do not know. Maybe more exploration first, to learn about you. How you do things.

[He makes a half disgusted noise at himself then, realising he's just basically asking to go slower in a sense, the irony not lost on him.]

[ eddie's brows both raise when pietro offers that up. not a new concept, though most of his initial experiences in the city were spurred by aphros. they'd all been with people he already knew though, no cause for concern -- a comforting reality really, all considering what could've happened. his reckless behavior manifests in other ways, through being easily trusting when someone gives him the impression that they can be. no real vetting done, and thankfully, he's encountered fairly considerate and good people when it comes to sex.

while it's not apples for apples, eddie nods. ] I mean, things have gone good for me while I've been here, but... [ a roll of one shoulder, a sharper inhale as a piece of him gets exposed without eddie even realizing it ] I do things brazenly like that without thinking it through too, sure.

[ moving right on from that admission though. his mouth quirks in a flick to the side, thumb scratching over his jaw. ] Yeah, you might have told me more, and I forgot. I got distracted by the whole zipping around deal. Like I said, it's good to know that that's a thing for you, taking everything in differently than probably most anyone else.

[ for the rest, eddie listens. lips quirk again at pietro being possibly bad at that kind of foreplay; nods for safe words, then signals, lines of his face creasing when pietro shoots it all down. he breathes in when those words trail off, when pietro shifts, head lifting in the start of a nod when he continues, about fully taking control. then, well, an answer to his prompting gets a soft, warm smile, eyes a bit of their usual brightness. a sound, almost like a wry chuckle, when pietro makes such a noise over his own suggestion. ]

I'll be honest, Pietro. Being in this place? It's the most I've ever talked about sex with people I've actually had sex with. [ bros being buds and talking about sex over the years, his friends from home; but he'd never had a conversation with anyone who he'd had sex with, in regards to that subject, before coming to the city. ] So...I'm probably not the best person to find all the right words or -- know what the fuck I'm talking about, but I'll tell you how I feel as it's happening. Like, now. At least. [ if he has nothing else, eddie has honesty and earnestness. ]

So if that's not the kinda foreplay you like or want, that's more than fine. I, uh. Wasn't...surprised with you being dominant, for the record. The 'thing' part of it is just...acting, like you were pushing it to show me that's how you were planning on being, ya know? [ he looks with a sheepish expression, lips pursing to the side, a pause to see if his words make sense. ]

And, look. [ another small push of his head forward, just a hair. ] I'm not gonna ask you to do something that clearly makes you uncomfortable. So, yeah, I meant safe words and signals but it doesn't seem like you got a lot of faith in those. So... [ his chest rises as he draws in a long breath, leaning over a little more, smile suggestive but not obtusely so. playful and direct. ]

If you still wanna explore with me...then I'm definitely game for that. No bringing out the big guns of being coy. I can be direct. [ he slips back a little, still smiling, head onto his shoulder. ]

[He wouldn't care, normally, about someone else being risky, and maybe it does come back to being friends for him. Pietro didn't have many actual friends back home, and this is the type of discussion he didn't have with one night stands. It wasn't an issue then either, now that he thinks about it. He didn't have powers all his life, he wasn't capable of killing people or doing serious damage so easily and so quickly. People are fragile, and it's a muted hesitancy with Eddie, not as prominent as the reaction he'd when he first saw that he'd left bruises on Eloise, but it comes from the same place. The urge to be more careful because he cares more, even if it isn't necessary.]

My words are not any better than yours.

[Pietro snorts and waves one hand dismissively.]

But I understand, it is just... talk. What I might like to do to you.

[He does get it, maybe just panicked a little that he'd been too intimidating or aggressive. When Eddie smiles and tilts his head like that, leaning back, Pietro rolls his eyes and gestures pointedly.]

This. What is this? You think you are not being coy right now?

[He squirms a little, now hyper aware of Eddie's presence again and getting uncomfortably hot, but he does make eye contact, raising an eyebrow.]

I am not opposed to... exploration.

[Eddie's break might be over by now, but it's not like Pietro's keeping track of time.]

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