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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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