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{ texts, videos, phone calls/voicemails, action -- leave 'em here for Eddie }
{ texts, videos, phone calls/voicemails, action -- leave 'em here for Eddie }
{ texts, videos, phone calls/voicemails, action -- leave 'em here for Eddie }
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[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.]
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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? ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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Shut up.
[He tugs on Eddie's hair, pulling his face close to his freed erection, already leaking.]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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?
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[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.
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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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.]
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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. ]
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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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eddie smiles softly at the snort, the wave of pietro's hand, nodding along with that statement of understanding. yeah, he gets it, also a positive.
his grin grows when he sees pietro roll his eyes and point, calls out his flirtatious behavior. eddie brings a hand up to his chest, gasping as if he's terribly affronted. that squirm, the eye contact is absolutely noticed, and well, pietro says it explicitly. he smirks for a moment, head canting to the other side. ]
Yeah? Well. [ as for where they are, that it's the middle of his work day and that lunchtime may indeed be over? eddie doesn't seem to pay it any mind. ] Now's a good of a time as any to suck your dick. Unless you wanna regroup later. [ very direct, giving him a sincere understanding if this isn't what he wants in that moment. would be understandable. but eddie's not at all against sliding back to something more sultry and lewd.
he scoots, leans in a little closer, watches pietro all the while as he moves. he reaches over, settles his hand on pietro's leg. too soft a gesture, maybe, for someone who sees everything in slow motion, but eddie strives to be careful. ] Have thought about that excellent cock of yours fucking my throat all week. Unless you. Have something else in mind. [ a small quirk of his lips: he doesn't usually give caveats quite like this when he has a very specific idea. but, well, pietro seems to want to be physically careful, so maybe he doesn't want to go that hard? it makes his belly tumble a tiny bit, sizing up pietro, waiting to see what his reaction might be. ]
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Fuck.
[It almost makes him laugh, Eddie's careful touch that takes half a minute to settle on his thigh.]
Thought about it all week, have you? I am not surprised.
[His tone isn't quite as blatantly arrogant as it usually is, but he's getting back into things.]
It is a very nice cock.
[Looking pointedly at Eddie, with no degree of hesitation, he starts undoing his pants again, still hard and the scraping of fabric making him whine a little.]
Well, what are you waiting for? You are such a snail, Eddie.
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his brows lift at the question, lips starting to purse down in a smile before that prideful statement is made. a long hum and click of his tongue, hand slipping in closer and words on his tongue as pietro starts to move. undoes his pants, a restart, mutual interest kindled and still there, which eddie drinks in.
his eyes roll, purposefully drawing the action out as he slides off the desk, touch leaving pietro's thigh. eddie moves to face him, hands rising and pushing pietro by his shoulders, further onto the desk, intent for him to fall back against wood. ] We'll see.
[ still standing, both of eddie's hands move to pull pietro's cock out of his pants until he can grip him by the base with one. his other palm rests beside pietro's leg so he can use it as leverage to start to lean down, face set on keeping eye contact for a few seconds. he leans down like that, maybe a little awkwardly but he gets where he wants to be, feet shifting accordingly, head and shoulders sweeping down so his tongue can drag along pietro's cockhead.
then, well, eddie pauses enough to turn his face sideways to look back up. ] So how do you like it? Slow and hot? [ breathes over his erection, lips twitching before they part, tongue curling around the tip for a couple of moments, before -- ] Or fast and deep? [ his head bobs down, engulfing pietro's cock in his mouth, to the point of hitting the back of his throat before he comes back up, starting up a pace and keeping that up, already knowing the answer to this question but, hey. teasing habits never die. ]
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Shit. Could not wait until I got off desk?
[It's the only exclamation he has, grinding slightly against Eddie's fingers the moment they're on his cock, though it's awkward with the way he's sitting on the desk. Eddie's tongue scrapes across the head of his cock, and when Eddie looks back up at him, Pietro nods slightly, letting out a heavy breath, teeth grazing across his bottom lip, eyes dark. He's here for this now, even if it went awkward for a moment. He tries not to squirm at that hot breath on his wet cock, muttering another 'fuck' under his breath as Eddie curls his tongue around the head again, then takes him into his mouth entirely, whining as he feels himself hit the back of Eddie's throat.]
You seem to have figured it out.
[It's a little irritable but breathless, as Eddie's already on his way to a rhythm.]
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he keeps that rhythm for a minute, the same depth and degree of friction. then with his mouth full of cock, his hands shift to rest over pietro's hips to pull him forward. to stand, or lean so his ass is against the desk, so eddie can kneel. can start bopping his head again, letting pietro's cockead sink further back, moving past into a tighter space. gagging around him the first couple of times that he swallows his cock down, lets it sink into his throat. eddie keeps hands on his hips too, fingers shifting so the tips of them run up onto pietro's skin.
he's deepened it so quickly, wanting to get more. dark eyes gleaming up at pietro through thick lashes, moaning around the length of him. a silent urging for him to go ahead, fuck his face a little if he wants to. ]
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[It's not accusatory, and he scoffs, sliding off the edge of the desk to stand as Eddie pulls at his hips. Any further commentary he might have had is expressed as a whine as Eddie takes him deeper, chokes around his cock. Shit. Pietro tangles his fingers in Eddie's hair, but doesn't pull right away. His free hand grips the edge of the desk, knuckles paling and fingers shaking. He squirms slightly as Eddie trails his fingers over his hip, that moan reverberating through his cock.]
Shit. Fuck.
[That look in Eddie's eyes has him giving up a little of his control, allowing his hips to rock forward and shove his cock just a little further down Eddie's throat. Pietro tightens his hold in his hair, keeping his mouth where he wants it.]
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