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

shootingstarlord:

_{Looking down at Richard’s flushed cheeks he couldn’t stop a goofy smile from spreading across his face. “I’m pretty sure my encounter with the counter sobered me up enough to do some kissing,” he chuckled, wiggling his hips slightly to elicit another reaction from Richard, he hadn’t missed that moan earlier.} 

_{Moving Richard’s hands off his arms, Peter pinned them to the bed by the wrists. He’d always wanted to do that. “Trust me Richie, I feel fine,” he said with a wicked grin. Instead of kissing Richard on the lips again, he kissed his way along the edge of Richard’s jaw. “Good enough for this,” he murmured, nipping at Richard’s neck, sucking on the skin above his pulse point.}

_{“Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmured, punctuating it with a slow roll of his hips. A shaky breath escaped before he bit down on his lower lip. His skinny ‘party’ jeans didn’t leave a lot of room for his growing erection. He could already feel the zipper pressing against his groin through the fabric of his boxers.}

_{Taking a deep breath, Peter locked his mouth onto an area of skin near the base of Richard’s neck before biting down and working his tongue over the spot as he rolled his hips again.} 

Peter was really not making this easy for him. His hands went willingly, body screaming with want, mind struggling to win this battle. “Don’t —” Stop? Continue? God, he didn’t even know what he wanted. When Pete’s hips rolled down, he felt Pete’s erection against his growing one. This was either his best dream come true or the worst thing to happen. He didn’t want to have sex with Pete while he was drunk and concussed.

“F — Pete!” He was literally helpless to Peter’s actions. Moans escaped his mouth at the assault on his neck. He didn’t know his neck was that sensitive, then again he hadn’t actually done anything with anyone before so he wouldn’t really know. Well, there was some light kissing with a few people but that was about it. “We… we shouldn’t do anything we might regret in the morning.” He choked out weakly, dammit, Pete was really out to get him, even his words sounded so unconvincing to his own ears.

“I’m supposed to bring you to the doctors.” Richard breathed out, hips lurching forward anyway. It didn’t make much difference, he was pretty much pinned down, and almost helpless. He wasn’t trying his hardest to push Peter off him, wasn’t even trying to break free from the hold against his hands. God, he could imagine — had imagined it before — Pete riding him here and now, attacking his neck, Richard’s own hands still restrained above his head.