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[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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