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It’s not like they hadn’t done this before. Lazily making out in Peter’s bed after a long days. Hesitant hands and much less hesitant lips.
Harry had been spending a lot of unpaid overtime at the lab and Peter was honestly struggling with the whole photography thing. There was a surprising amount of young photographers that were much more charming (and truth be told—skilled) than Peter, and that often landed him in seconds place at best.
So, the two were spending less and less time with each other, so late nights at their apartment was the superglue holding them together. That isn’t to say their relationship was dwindling, the two were still joint at the hip at any outing.
People at the lab even started to whisper something along the lines of Harry being Peter’s lapdog, but Peter would never tell his boyfriend he overheard such things.
Harry was surprisingly the shyer one in the pair, considering how loud and proud he was of Parker being his best friend beforehand. Still, her talked about him to anyone that would listen, rambling on and on about how Peter was “the best photographer in the area, or all of New York City for that matter” and “the nicest guy you’ll ever meet.” But that didn’t stop him from turning an embarrassing shade of red whenever Peter held him around the waist in public or kissed him on the cheek. He would probably feel much more embarrassed if it weren’t for Peter’s similar shade of pink and the bashful smile on his face every time.
It wasn’t all that different in the bedroom. Both boys too shy and inexperienced to move things beyond out-of-breath make out sessions and clothed grinding.
They both were in similar boats. Harry had more action than Peter did, although not by much. the few girlfriends he’d had weren’t exactly interested in him like that and he wasn’t sure if the shitty make outs in middle school and wandering hands in high school dances really counted. Peter, on the other hand, had maybe been kissed a handful of times. Not that he was taking count or anything, of course. Being the school’s biggest nerd wasn’t exactly the title many girls (or guys) wanted to get with. Hell, he wasn’t really skilled even with himself. The off-chance he actually masterbated never included “going all the way.” It felt far too intimate to do alone. Needless to say, he was pathetically untrained.
Hence, the unspoken clothed barrier was there for the both of them.
Tonight felt different though.
The original plan was a movie marathon, although they only had roughly 30 movies between the two of them that Peter was sure they’d watched at least 5 times each. But it would leave room for the pair to talk during the boring parts of the films and enough time to refill coffee cups and microwave popcorn.
Harry was the one to initiate the kissing first, keeping things slow, breaking away during the important parts of the movie while keeping a hand around Peter’s waist.
They only got to about an hour into the second movie when Peter surprise attacked him against the kitchen counter, the popcorn quickly forgotten and burnt in the microwave.
His mouth was rough and determined and it was obvious to both of them that it would be a smart move to take things to Peter’s room.
Despite this, the change in scenery seemed to throw off Parker’s game. His nerves visibly kicked in as he tidied off his bed and floor before sitting on the edge of the mattress, mumbling what seemed like a “Sorry for the mess.”
Harry rested his hands on his lover’s shoulders, suddenly feeling much more intimidated than before on the couch. His grin must’ve looked too wary judging by the laugh Peter let out before kissing him again, both of them smiling too much to properly make out yet. Peter’s hands guided Harry’s to the right places. One on the hip and the other on his waist, while his own trailed to Harry’s face and neck. They quickly had fallen back into the same steady pace they had before on the couch before Peter pulled away (all too soon for Harry’s liking) to catch his breath.
Parker panted out a fucking giggle of all things, pulling away to hold Harry’s face in the palms of his hands. The mix of the two made the other incredibly flustered, his face turning red and his eyes darting around. Peter just patted his cheek and mumbled a request that they lay down. Harry’s eyes went wide in that ‘deer-in-the-headlights’ way as he scrambled to lay on the bed, bringing Peter down with him.
The two made out for what felt like both forever and only a second until Harry’s hand snaked down Peter’s body to grip his ass. Peter’s own moved to the other boy’s hair, tugging it with much more force than he had meant to, considering the whole ‘mutant powers’ thing. But Harry just let out this high pitched whine that Peter took as a sign to move his mouth to his throat and neck.
Parker didn’t seem very concerned about being gentle with how he went straight to spreading little marks and a surprisingly deep bite into Harry’s shoulder as his hands grabbed at the other boy’s thighs. The action made Harry’s fingers dig into soft skin, electing a warm sigh from the other into the crook of his neck. Peter attached their lips again, his hands holding Harry’s face as his fingers stroked his hair.
“Please,” was all he said and holy hell was it probably the hottest thing Harry’s ever heard in his life. the sight in front of him made him fall in love in 20 different wats. Peter’s eyes were half lidded and almost glazed over in want, his lips wet and red, and his hair was an absolute mess.
‘God, he’s perfect.’