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

yourprincestarlord:

rchardriders:

“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 — “

“Rich!” Peter protested when Richie stopped him, but fell quiet when Richie kissed him again and wrapped his arms around him. He made a sound of surprise when he was suddenly lifted into the air and instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist and clung. Oh they were moving to the bed, that was a good idea— his thought thread derailed when Richie tripped and dropped him onto the bed.

Unfortunately he wasn’t fully on it and he slipped down and hit the floor with a thud, accidentally knocking Richie over more. Which caused him to lean on the table more and caused it to flip over. Peter grunted when Richie’s weight landed on him along with a couple of mugs he didn’t have time to clean up and their contents— cold coffee which splashed onto them. An almost empty bag of chips and a stack of comics he’d been reading followed their brethren to scatter on them and around the room.

Peter blinked for a second in shock taking in the sight of Richie with wet hair and sprinkled with potato chips. It started with a giggle before escalating to Peter howling with mirth, his body shaking with the force of his amusement. 

When Peter knocked into his side, he lost the grip he had on the table, pulling it with him. Richard drunkenly questioned why Peter hadn’t thought to nail or glue the damn thing down, as the distinct smell of coffee hit him in the nose, before said liquid actually hit him. He landed on top of his boyfriend (? — Was that what they were now? He didn’t know. It sounded strange anyway, and it certainly didn’t fit what they’ve been through together) as the liquid splattered on and around them, chips following soon after. Because he was on top of Pete (again), he’d taken the blunt of the attack, and as the result was probably covered with most of the stuff, hence Peter’s uncontrollable laughter.

Richard shook his head, dislodging some of the undesirables. They probably looked ridiculous, and he laughed along with Peter. For their time first time it seemed to be going just swimmingly. Richard shut Peter up by kissing him again, he was already addicted to the taste of Peter. “I need a shower.” He expressed his disgust with the situation they caught themselves in with scrunch of his nose. Richard got up, kicked his shoes away, and surprisingly managed to step on the front of his socks to remove them. He rid himself of his pants and briefs before he gave his hand to Peter to pull him up.

Belatedly, he realised he hadn’t had a shower, or a bath in like forever. Richard smiled, a long bath was well earned and he was going to share it with someone he loved. “You coming?”