We’d Set The World Alight || Richard (rchardriders) & Peter (shootingstarlord)

shootingstarlord:

_{What the—}

_{“Oof-” Peter made a noise of protest as he was pushed to the edge of the bed. Why had Richard pushed him away when things had finally been getting good? He wanted Richard, and Richard wanted him back, especially if their earlier reactions were anything to go off of. “Richie don’t be like that,” he grumbled, crawling back to plant another quick kiss on his best friend’s lips.} 

_{Moving to straddle Richard so he wouldn’t get pushed to the side again, Peter shifted his weight squarely onto Richard’s hips so his friend was pinned underneath him. Peter was already half hard from Richard palming him through his pants, and he took the opportunity to grind down against Richard’s hips. It felt amazing. Why hadn’t they done this before?}

_{“Mmmm so good Rich…” he groaned before leaning back down to seal his lips against Richard’s, tongue trying to find it’s way into his mouth. One of his hands gripped the back of Richard’s neck to tilt his head back for a better angle while the other gripped Richard’s hip. Richard didn’t seem as receptive to this as he had been a few minutes before, but Peter wasn’t opposed to taking charge of the interaction.}

Richard had been about to get out of the bed for the umpteen time, when Peter had made his way towards him very much awake. At least Peter looked awake, and probably not sleep kissing him or some kind of vivid dreaming. He had startled in shock when his best friend had kissed him, and found his lips moving on their accord. Richard figured it was probably the only time he was going to get this so he might as well enjoy it.

He practically squeaked when Peter straddled him, but that sound turned into a moan when his friend ground against him. Blood rushed back to his groin. Richard’s open mouth was assaulted by Peter’s own, groaning at the tongue that was trying to explore his mouth.

He was caught unaware by the hand, and had no time to protest Peter’s cause of action. He didn’t want to either. But they shouldn’t — Pete was drunk and concussed. The ridiculously stupid part of his brain that had been pining after his best friend reminded him that he finally got (or was getting) what he wanted, but the rational side of his brain won out in the end.

Richard mustered enough willpower and used his hands to pull away, lips already missing the taste. “We… We shouldn’t… You just hit your head while you were drunk.”