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

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Jesus, he knew Pete meant taking him to the doctors, but his mind was heavy with thoughts of sex, and couldn’t help imagine actually taking Peter. “It is the morning.” He groaned out, Richard wasn’t going to let Peter win just yet. “On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the worst idea ever, having sex or any form of foreplay while you’re concussed is at an 11.” Richard informed the man on top of him, and was still utterly shocked that he could form actual thoughts much less words but he had a moral code that he stood by strongly after all.

The constant attention to his neck made Richard debilitatingly weak in the knees, and was rather glad that he was currently on the bed, never mind the fact he was pinned to said bed by a very solid and muscular Peter Quill, who was also grinding his ass against the outline of his cock through two three pieces of fabrics. It only served to cause his burgeoning erection to throb as he shamelessly and rather enthusiastically attempted to continue thrusting upwards, as if he could just make both their clothes just vanish from that action alone. He moaned again, positively sure that it was loud enough that their neighbours would soon come crashing into the apartment to tell them to tone down, or not, if they wanted to actually shield their eyes, not that there was any form of nakedness. Yet, anyway. It was completely unfair that a few choice words and well placed kisses on his neck by Pete could completely undo and wreck him.

He returned in kind when Pete bit on his lip, and kissed back just as furiously, knowing it was a lost cause fighting Peter. That man seemed to always get want he wanted, well most of the time anyway. Screw it, he thought and tried to move his hands to touch Pete or run his hands into his hair or anything really, but then he realised that Peter had that part of his body pinned down too. Their tongued battled for dominance as he half managed to pry one of his hands away from Pete’s grip.