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[ 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.]

[ if anyone eddie's been with before has been concerned about hurting him, they haven't voiced that. mostly it's been a number of others who are strictly human and kind, with a sprinkling of those with some abilities or powers (who've seemed confident enough in their own control to not go overboard) but it's simply never come up before. someone being concerned about going too far, too hard, hurting or injuring eddie. he leans into being more submissive with sex, gets off on it pretty damn hard apparently. his concern for his friends, for anyone really, and respecting their interests, their wants, is pivotal for eddie, too. if he'd realized what pietro's train of thinking might be, well, he never would've approached it as he did. as such though, it's not all as crushing as eddie might've thought, when pietro just halted their activity. now, he knows more about a friend of his, and that's always a win.

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. ]

[It's something Pietro realises just now, that he's always taken Eddie's smiles as mocking, but they're not, just a different kind of display of interest he has a hard time taking at face value with his own tendency to get defensive at such little provocation, real or imaginary. It's shifting now, his interpretation of them, and with that, his knee-jerk irritation wanes. His abdominal muscles tighten when Eddie speaks, and no, he doesn't want to regroup. That's just blueballing himself for no reason.]

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.

[ eddie is as respectful as he is reckless, so he's cautious though eager as pietro responds. well, the brief curse certainly is a good sign, right?

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. ]

[Pietro scoffs indignantly, in a muted way, a minor protest even as he lets Eddie push him back. He leans further back on the desk, bracing himself on his elbows.]

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.]

[ eddie returns that scoff lightly after pietro says those words, but has particular actions to focus on now. so, he glances up intently to take in those reactions, size them up carefully as he seamlessly starts to savor them when pietro is so into it. good, good, awkwardness clearly and absolutely over.

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. ]

Now you want to be in charge?

[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.]

[ neither of them ever shut up, do they? eddie would be as verbal, more so, if his mouth wasn't preoccupied. his smiles around pietro's cock when he hears those words, head craning to meet those fingers in his hair. always does like to be touched there, when he has so many thick curls. the cursing makes his own cock twitch, just one hand drifting down to undo jeans. work fingers in, pull himself out, muscles of his throat flexing with a pronounced gagging sound (purposefully) as fingers brush over his own erection.

hard not to focus on himself too when pietro's making all sorts of alluring sounds. he breathes out harder through his nose when there's a tighter tug in his hair, stroke building on his cock when he feels pietro take some control. relishes in how the small degre of power he'd been happy to have taken is seized upon, filthy, wet sounds from his mouth drawing out stifled grunts and attempts at moans.

happy to have pietro fuck his throat harder, push to whatever he really wants to do. but as long as this is where he likes how his cock feels, eddie's eager to deliver a steady, constant bob, sucking and dragging his tongue when he can fit that in. ]

[Every sound Eddie makes has Pietro's abdominal muscles twitching, small spasms where he tries to control himself and make things last a little longer. His hand on the desk starts to vibrate more intensely, sending a little rumbling through the wood and metal and into the floor. Pietro tugs harder on Eddie's hair, twisting his fingers firmly in the long strands, hips jerking unintentionally every time Eddie uses his tongue.]

Fuck. You are so desperate for me, Eddie. I can feel it.

[Pietro bites his lip as a high pitched whine escapes again, and his cock twitches hard in Eddie's mouth.]

Shit. Go harder.

[ engaged as eddie may be, he can hear that small rumble, knows what it's from. probably reflexive, a show of how he's making pietro feel, but a display of those superpowers nonetheless. eddie doesn't get to see them on any regular basis though they're impossible to forget, and it sends a rush through him and makes his cock twitch. exciting, enthralling, eddie always feeds off aural stimuli as much as the physical.

his throat works to open more when pietro states that, a truth that may be from a place of ego but eddie loves doing this. getting the chance to suck his cock, see all how pietro reacts like this -- sober, still in a public place. quick as his throat aimed to expand (not really effective, what with taking pietro so deep, but the aim for sensation is there), he restricts those muscles so he's choking but just a bit. enough to gag, to make a tiny display of struggling against him, but eddie eases back into it just as quickly.

and, he goes harder, working to murmur and moan around pietro's cock while he strokes himself. sensations at both ends making him headier, a little more frantic, less control. sloppier, saliva running out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin. still looking up at pietro through his lashes now and then, wanting to see how his face twists in pleasure. ]

Fuck.

[It comes out almost breathless as Eddie's throat adjusts around his cock, and Pietro can't resist one quick jerk of his hips. He squirms slightly against the desk, Eddie's noises reverberating through his cock in pulsing waves he feels long enough to register individually. The sloppier it gets, the more Pietro whines in a frustrated way, vibrations increasing through the desk, and his hand in Eddie's hair shakes, fingers twitching, a tiny shudder of vibration here and there. He bites his lip, as a near desperate growl escapes his throat and he pushes his hips forward again, more controlled than that earlier jerk.]

[ 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.]

Shit.

[ 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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