You became a star, at the end of all things.
This is an independent Richard Rider, Nova Prime of Marvel RP account run by TYMON.
Richard Rider. Nova Prime. Space Cop. Guardian of the Galaxy. Star Personified.
Main Verse: 616
FC: Various; Steven Strait as Main, Christian Cooke as Alt
previously rchardriders
est. 26 april 2014
DRAFTS: 17
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STARTERS: 0
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“I will… Believe me I will…” Richard whispered in Peter’s ear, like a secret. Richard raised his arms and let Peter remove his tee. He laughed and smiled fondly at Peter’s order. Richard traced Peter’s cheek with his finger, “Have I told you that I love you?” He hadn’t meant to voice it, but hadn’t really thought about it in the first place, but Richard knew in his heart that it was true. He leaned down and he pressed a soft kiss over Peter’s lips.
“Don’t you think we ought to get undressed?” Richard placed one more bruising kiss on Peter, before he moved to do just that, mirroring Peter’s actions earlier and reached for Peter’s top.
Peter shivered at the hot breath and the whispered words in his ear. He stilled at Richie’s words, his breathing stopped, feeling his chest constrict. He may have been drunk, but he had always dreamed Richie would say those words to him. And then Richie was kissing him softly and then another kiss which Peter returned enthusiastically. “Love you too, Richie.” he murmured softly after the intense kiss.
He shifted his arms and let Richie pull his shirt off, then tried to undo his belt for his pants— and failed, not having the finger coordination for it. “Imma gonna burn this thin’ later stupid…” He trailed off into curses under breath as he struggled with it.
He smiled at Peter’s reply, kissing him as he took his shirt off. Richard paused to admire Peter’s bare chest and he leaned down to kiss it as he reached for Peter’s belt, moving Peter’s hands away so he could get it off for him. For some reason he felt determined to mark Peter, and Richard moved his lips and tongue around the muscular expense, before settling at Peter’s left nipple.
Somehow, he’d managed to undo the buckle of Peter’s belt, being less drunk than his friend, and smirked when he did so. Richard then tugged at the belt pulling it from the loops of Peter’s pants.
If Peter was more sober he’d probably agree with Richard’s assessment. Then again, even if he was sober he probably...