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

yourprincestarlord:

rchardriders:

He would have commented on the whine, but he was too busy bring Pete the pleasure that had caused it in the first place. Richard moaned against Peter’s nipple at the tug on his hair, licking it once more before willingly moving to kiss Peter again. He pressed his tongue against Peter’s lips, seeking entrance to his mouth. Richard leaned back against the hand curled in his hair while exploring his friend’s mouth, immensely turned on by the tongue play they were having.

He kept one hand back on the ground, and stuck the other into Peter’s jeans, pulling the zipper down with the action. Richard rubbed Peter through his boxers for a short while before actually slipping his hand under the waistband of the material that was separating skin on skin contact and grabbed Peter in his hand, tugging the hot flesh twice. Richard pulled his lips away from the heat of Peter’s, pausing to catch his breath. He was completely hard in his jeans at this point, and was probably leaking in his underwear. “Pete… you gonna make me do all the work?” He breathed against the pink lips in front of his. Richard raised his eyebrow and gestured to the fact that he still had his pants on, as his hand continued the ministrations on Peter’s manhood.

Peter willingly parted his lips for Richie, allowing him to slip his tongue in. He moaned as their tongues twined together. He kept his grip on Richie’s hair, unwilling to let him up, though it seemed Richie wasn’t going anywhere. He was immediately distracted however when Richie suddenly rubbed him, letting out another whine which turned into a moan at the flesh on flesh contact, his hips jerking and thrusting himself into Richie’s hand.

He made a small noise of displeasure when Richie pulled away from him and he blinked at him blankly trying to make sense of his words though the haze of pleasure and alcohol. Oh, pants. Richie’s pants. He zeroed in on it and grabbed at it, somehow managing to unbutton it and pulling the zipper down. He plunged a hand in to grasp Richie while the other pushed the pants down and grabbed his ass, squeezing the firm flesh. 

“That’s… that’s more like it.” He moaned into Peter’s mouth, kissing him relentlessly again as he pushed into the hand on his cock and rutted against it shamelessly.

They kept this up for a short while before he started to shift his knees on the floor to in between Peter’s legs. Richard reluctantly removed the hand that was jerking him off, sighing at the lost of contact. His two hands came to wrap around Pete’s back, one at his waist and one at his neck, pulling him up and Richard attempted to stand while still kissing Peter.

Somehow he managed to hold Pete’s weight, with Pete’s help and he manoeuvred the both of them towards the bed at the corner of the room, thinking that the next part would be more comfortable if they did it on Peter’s bed. Richard was only able to barely make it, tripping over something at the foot of the bed, and letting Peter go halfway on the bed, as he fell forward and grabbed the bedside table for purchase. “Shit — ”