Too Much To Drink || Peter (yourprincestarlord) & Richard (rchardriders)

yourprincestarlord:

rchardriders:

Richard staggered, while holding his best friend, towards Peter’s ship and somehow managing to get them there without falling over. He was suddenly pinned against the wall of the Ship, having just entered its airlock.

He kissed Peter without hesitation, and nibbled at Peter’s lips, thrusting his tongue into Peter’s mouth, enjoying the taste of alcohol mixed with something was just all Peter. Richard released Peter’s lips for air to which Peter had moved to his stubble and jaw. Blood shot to his groin at Peter’s words. “Christ — Pete, the things you do to me.” Richard fisted his hands into Peter’s hair, and nodded, moaning at thought of such an idea.

“No’— not as much as me.” He kissed Richie again. “Always wanted you. Since firs’ saw you really.” His heart was hammering and he was giddy with blood rush and alcohol. Grinning, Peter started dragging Richard to his room. Or at least he thought it was towards his room. He was too busy tugging at Richie’s clothes and kissing him to pay attention where they were going.

They kept stumbling into walls and doorways as a consequence. They eventually reached his room and stumbled in. Peter pulled Richard in with him, only to trip as his foot encountered an obstacle. Usually, a little thing like that wouldn’t be much, but this time he not only landed hard onto the floor, he dragged Richie down with him since they were pretty much entangled.

“Since firs’ saw you really.” What? Peter probably just said that in the heat of moment. They were pretty buzzed after all. Richard allowed himself to be tugged towards what was probably Peter’s room, enjoying the feel of Peter’s hands on his body, even through the fabric, fabric which actually belonged to Pete. Somehow, that made it all the more arousing.

Richard chuckled at the situation they’d found themselves in and leaned down to attack Peter’s lips again, before moving his tongue to his jaw and neck. Richard bit down lightly at the juncture between Peter’s neck and collarbone, sucking the skin there while his hand was drunkenly fumbling into Peter’s maroon leather jacket, trying to tug the material off him.