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'such a desperate little sub'

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The strong smell of deodorant filled the brim of your nose like a firm wave, drowning you in a summer vibe feeling, the heat rushing to your cheeks as adrenaline-filled your bloodstream. Peter had laid down on your chest, after letting him know it was fine for him to place his head where his eyes had been staring. His lips rested against the inner side of your right breast, tucked under the material of your shirt while his hair was matt against your damp neck, both chests rising in a quiet symphony.

Out of instinct, your hand was gently tracing comforting circles up and down the length of Peter's muscley back, feeling it lift and fall as he took deeper breaths with every inhale. His eyes were closed, taking in your scent that was so beautifully intoxicating, making his blood rise, rushing around his body like a significant euphoria. Suddenly he could feel all of you, and it wasn't a dream, you were really, actually there beneath him.

"Feel any better?" you mumbled softly, setting the tone and mood. It was calm, like the subtle ripple of a baby wave on a river, or a puddle of rainwater when it is greatly disturbed. In truth, yes, Peter was feeling much better, but he didn't want this to be a one-time thing... and he wasn't sure how to tell you that. He simply mumbled against your skin, lightly nodding his head listening to his hair rustle against your shirt and sink further into you, moulding to the feeling of your hand running up and down his back.

"Peter?" a soft whisper left your lips, arching your back upright only a little so he would get the message to perk up his head, and he did, those doe brow eyes meeting yours as you looked down at him. There was a question in his gaze as he readjusted himself to the feeling of your arm being pulled from his back. Your fingers were delicate, soft and oddly cold as they perched on his chin, pulling his face ever closer towards you. His eyes darted between yours and your fine lips, feeling the flush of your blush as they pressed together. To say he hadn't kissed many girls, it wasn't taking long for him to get the grip; the majority of the work being left on your end of course.

Your noses bumped playfully under the blanket of lust that was settling between you. Peter was up within a few seconds, planting his arms next to your head as you drowned together in the taste of one another. He was sweet, like bubblegum, yet also very simple. There wasn't much to him other than the mixture of everything you loved, a taste you could easily fall for. And you; you were all over, like dancing along the edges of a rainbow.

"Think you can go again for me, Petey?" Peter's breath staggered in his throat as he felt you fiercely cup his already growing semi-hard-on. The material of his sweats was still damp from cumming mear minutes ago, but you didn't seem to mind. Despite the fact he was predominantly on top, you were still the one in control, and he loved that.

"Definitely," he nodded, maybe too overconfident, but he wanted you to know how desperate he was for you. You smirked, pulling your mouths apart and looking up at him.

"There's something I need to know first," you paused, waiting for him to answer. A strike of anxiety washed over him at the thought of what you could ask, there was a whole set of scenarios. He was clean he knew that, were you worried he was carrying something? Did you know just by looking at him that he was a virgin? "I wanna know what turns you on..."

Oh.

Oh... Shit. Peter knew exactly what turned him on and it was sitting right in front of him, but more so he figured you were talking about things that got him riled up that didn't come in a physical appearance... Chains, whips, blindfolds, Peter had an undiscovered kink he so desperately wanted to uncover... But it was embarrassing, at least to him.

"I-I- uh..." Peter swallowed, trying to think of something, anything that could subside him from being embarrassed beyond come back.

"It's okay," you reassured him, "I just wanna make you feel good," you whispered, rubbing your palm against his clothed cock. The whimper that left his lips was almost musical, his eyes clamping shut forcing his head to stay afloat. "You wanna know what I think, Peter?"

"Mhm..." Peter wasn't actually sure if he wanted to hear what you thought in fear of combusting straight into your hand, but he was interested non the less...

"I think," you paused teasingly, stopping your motions just as he was ready to thrust into the palm of your hand, "that you're not one for control..." your tone was suggestive as if to be asking him if you were right or not, but he stayed quiet non the less. Your hand was approaching the waistband of his sweats before he could even come up with an answer, dipping your lean fingers behind the material, "you want someone doing all the work for you," Peter couldn't stop the moan that left his lips, pulverised by your motions, he wanted more - needed more and you were spoon-feeding it to him in the smallest of sections... "I think... You're a sub."

Peter's perfect body jerked at the feeling of your fingers touching his cock for the first time, only grazing it softly with the tips of your fingers. You were the first person to him touch him there that wasn't himself. It felt strange, unknowing, unsure of what was to come next, and he was living for it. "Are you a sub, Peter?"

"Yes," Peter whined, teeth gnawing into his bottom lip as his hips rutted in a circular motion, trying to urge you to draw your hand closer, wrap your hand around him, squeeze him he didn't care. He just wanted a release, and he wanted it now.

"Don't be greedy," you snapped, pulling your hand out of his sweats. Peter whined pathetically, practically shaking from an over-ride of raw lust. "Tell me what you need." Your lips were so close to his ear, the small curls of unruly hair stroking your cheek as he panted breathlessly above you, twitching with desire at your teasing motions.

"Fuck me," he whined, exhausted to a level of unknown, arms shaking beside your head. His eyes were still closed, feeling the pain in each throb as his cock screamed for attention.

"You want that, Peter? Want me to fuck you?" You smirked, tongue passing over your soft lips, licking a gentle stripe along the dome of his burning ear.

"Please- please, please!"

Oh, this is too perfect.

"Hm, I don't know, Peter," you sucked your teeth, nudging his cheek with your nose, "not sure if you can handle it."

Your chest shuddered as he landed on you, unable to hold himself any longer. The action made you jump, adrenaline coursing around your body. Peters shirt was damp around the back, shoulder blades accentuated as he prepared to lift himself again, apologies falling from his lips. He was so desperate to cum and you could see it in his face without even looking.

"Strip," you ordered, pushing his shoulder for him to move back. You were initially surprised at how well he was taking your orders, doing exactly as you had asked in an instant, sitting back on his heels and beginning to remove his clothes. The sight to see was breathtaking, he was beautiful.

"Fuck, Peter, look at you," you teased, drawing a finger along the length of his stomach, watching as it riveted, "someone's been hitting the gym."

Peter didn't say anything, stumbling off the couch to kick off his sweats, boxers following quickly behind. In an instant he was standing in front of you, in the middle of his living room completely naked, cock sprung up against his abdomen already mewling with droplets of pre-cum. Your brow raised with hooded eyes as you looked him up and down, licking your lips as you mouth ran dry.

"Sit," you motioned beside you, voice a little shaky. He practically ran to the couch, his eyes not once leaving you as he perched his bare ass on the material of the couch beside you. Smiling gently you leaned forward, towering over him bringing your faces close together. He was beginning to taste you again, and when you pulled away to drop to your knees he whimpered, so desperately.

"Spread your legs for me Peter," running your hands over his knees in question, he did as you had asked. He was so obedient. "Such a good boy," you smiled, happy with his remark. You watched as his skin shuddered, flattening your hands out against the inner side of his thighs. His skin was pale but soft, practically hairless. You were inches away from the prize, mouth-watering as a strong wave of heat hit your cheeks.

"Oh baby, your so hard, so desperate for me..." you smiled, bending down to trace gentle kisses along his V-line. Peter whined, and he whined loud. His head was already tossed back, so innocent. "You've never been touched before have you, Peter?"

"N-no, Miss," he shook his head swallowing hard. Miss? Where did that come from?

"Miss, hm? I like the sound of that..." you complied to your answer by flattening your tongue against the base of his cock, feeling his balls hit your chin before travelling upwards to his tip. Admittedly, Peter watched a lot of porn... Maybe a little too much, but he'd seen the way a sub spoke to their dom, and the situation he was in somewhat reminded him of what he had seen on the screen.

Peter focused solely on your movements, feeling every bump on your tongue glide up the length of his cock, pre-cum beginning to drip down the inner side, nestling into the skin at his abdomen. His hands were tight snuggled into the couch, flesh turning white where the joints of his knuckles met his fingers. In the moment here and now, he wasn't afraid to tell you how desperate he was. Just as he was about to speak, tell you to do something - anything, your lips hovered over his tip, before swallowing the length of his cock down the back of your throat.

"O-OH!"

He was so perfect, how was this even possible? Your eyes remained open despite tears brimming at the rims from the pressure on the back of your throat as you watched him squirm so violently above you, his back arching for his ribs to poke at the skin of his chest and his stomach... Convulsing in ecstasy. It was all so clear how clean he was, so delicate and certainly never been touched by any other hand than his own, and in some way... It made you feel special. Made your stomach clench with all the things that swarmed your mind of what you had in store for your own whiney little sub...

You sucked harshly, drawing the saliva back into your mouth as you slid his cock from your lips, placing a subliminal kiss on the tip. He was fucked out and you'd barely even started, a new idea suffocating your brain. He only stopped his blissful movements; pants and whines as he heard the carpet shift, looking down to see you standing up.

"W-where-"

"Ssh, baby boy," you whispered, taking his wrists in your hands, "be a good boy and put your hands behind your head for me," you motioned, being ever so gentle with his limbs as you folded them behind his back, rewarding him with a delicate kiss on the elbow. Moving yourself to stand behind the couch you left Peter feeling completely baffled, unsure as to why you were leaving him high and dry.

"Wait here, and don't you dare touch yourself,"you whispered, but your voice was demanding, dark and he knew not to disobey you. Although, he wondered if he did... Would there be a punishment involved? Before he could ask you were gone, out the doorway to where he presumed was your apartment, praying that you wouldn't take long. He couldn't touch, but he could still see; his cock was red, blemished and pulsating with every heartbeat, veins protruding from under the skin. He'd never seen himself so... desperate. The way your saliva mixed with the cool air every time he twitched, a gentle whimper leaving the brim of his lips. He wanted your mouth back on him, god he wanted to fuck that mouth.

Upon you return a few minutes later he let out an exaggerated sigh, more wound up and horny than ever. He heard you tut from the doorway, slamming the frame before your padded footsteps gradually grew louder and louder. His head turned, hands still in the same position, fingers digging into his curls as he looked at you. You were dressed the same, hair now tied back in a bun and you were holding two containers... Was that lube?

"Bedroom, now," you ordered, snapping your fingers in the direction of the bedroom. Peter swallowed, trying not to drool as he stood, finding himself on the verge of sprinting to his bedroom. Kicking a few clothes under the bed he waited by the door for your next order, only now beginning to feel a little more insecure. You were still completely clothed and he was standing quite literally, butt naked.

"W-where do you want me?" his voice was shallow and filled with need, desire and lust. The way you dropped the two bottles down on his bedside table before turning, looking him up and down before biting your lip, he almost orgasmed on the spot.

"Middle of the bed," you pat the space with your hand, shoving the quilt to the side. He did as you had asked, to your surprise, but you knew it would earn a few brownie points for being so well behaved. Lowering himself carefully he was shocked to feel the bed dip behind him, your legs spreading out beside his and your arms pulling him back. He felt so exposed, his back against your chest and your lips right next to his ear...

"Comfortable?" you smiled, lips tracing the side of his ear. He was tempted to turn his head to face you, but quickly figured just seeing those lips... He'd be finished. So instead he simply nodded, a breathy moan leaving his damp lips as you nibbled his lobe softly.

"Good," you began, moving your hands down the length of his body, seeing what he liked and disliked, looking specifically into the way his body reacted in the spots that you touched. Gliding down his stomach he remained firm, still for a while, until you reached down past his cock and around his baby soft thighs. "Do you use lube when you masturbate, prince?" you smiled, watching as he flinched at your words.

"S-sometimes..."

"Well," you paused, leaving gentle kitten licks down the length of his neck, under his ear, "I've got two presents for you here," you paused, shifting behind him as you reached the grab the two bottles of lube. Without showing him you asked, "left or right?"

"Uh- Left," he answered without question, not bothering to even think, he just wanted your touch. You were silent for a few moments, fiddling with the bottles in hand before you replied, "good choice."

Peter flinched, hearing the top cap snap open and the contents of the bottle squirt as you poured some into the palm of your hand. He wasn't sure how to react, placing his hands beside him, breathing getting tighter as the anticipation grew out, and yet even after all this waiting, he was still so painfully hard. "Gonna get your cock nice and wet, okay?" you mumbled, not exactly a question, more of a statement to which he nodded.

"So good for me, Petey," you smiled, a breathy giggle leaving your lips.

"Tsh! Fuck!" his whole body flinched backwards to the feeling of your hand wrapping around his length. The clear liquid that was seeping between your fingers was cold, the obscene noises filling the air as you began lathering his cock from tip to base. "M-mm, god, i-it's warm..."

"You like that? It's heated lube, baby, gonna get you warm and wet, give you a real orgasm... You want that, prince? Wanna cum all over my hand, all over your chest? Such a messy boy..."

"Uuuh, please!" Peter whined, his body taking control as he bucked up into your palm. His head was flat against your shoulder, eyes staring up at the ceiling and his hands had wormed their way around your arms, digging his fingers into your flesh as you began working him a little quicker.

"Tell me how it feels, Peter," you whispering deep into his soul, turning up the notches so far into the red zone.

"F-feels so good, mhp- c-can you go faster?"

"Anything for you, baby, just tell me what you need," you complied, this time doing as he had asked and quickening your movements. Your other hand was gladly praising him silently, tracing circles around the inner side of his thigh while you listened to the music of his breathy moans running wild along the walls.

"Oh god, its fe-eels so good!" his voice jumped a little as you stopped, squeezing his tip to draw out those extra ounces of pre-cum, mixing in with the already added lube as you swiped them off with your thumb. "Can I kiss you?"

"Of course, my prince," you smiled, feeling his turn and lift from your shoulder, smashing his damp lips against yours. The kiss was messy, tongues massaging against one another while his hand was still digging into your forearm. Peter decided he wanted to more so help, not take control, by placing his hand over yours. It was so strange, you were both jacking him off but at the same time it felt so good, and Peter knew he wasn't going to last long. The heated lube was already beginning to make him sweat.

"Oh, baby," you smirked, pulling back, "you're pulsing, gonna cum soon?"

Peter nodded pathetically, mouth falling open against your lips, "w-wanna cum, please miss,"

"Of course baby, cum when you need to I got you. But keep your eyes on me, wanna watch that pretty face fall apart, wanna watch you make a mess,"

"FUCK!" Peter could barely wait for you to finish your sentence before he shuddered violently, and on cue you squeezed him tightly, pumping faster as cum spewed out from his tip, dancing over his stomach and down your knuckles. "O-oh, fuck, fuck! Yes, uh!"

"Ssh, let it all out," you encouraged him, feeling his legs shudder beside yours. His stomach was riveting, pulsing up and down between every twitch and moan, "keep it coming baby, I know you got more,

"U-uah, oh!" you were too good at this, and he knew you'd done it before, but fuck you were perfect. You milked him of every last drop, waiting until he was completely dried out before your hand gradually slowed down to a stop, pampering his bare thighs and your lips trailed kisses down his neck, filling his ears with praise. "S-sorry..." he panted, "I-I don't normally cum that fast..."

"Ssh, don't apologise, baby boy, you did so well," you whispered between kisses, "how did it feel?"

"So good," he chuckled, "t-the lube uh, the lube really helped," he swallowed, a violent blush rising to his cheeks.

"Glad you like it, got plenty more where that came from," you smiled, pecking his lips with a single kiss while your hands turned up to his, rubbing the soft skin gently, "Want me to clean you up?"

"Mhm, if you don't mind?"

After cleaning him up gently, keeping an eye on his hooded eyes and slurred movements, you tucked him into bed and sat by him for a moment, drawing sunset circles on his skin. He looked so peaceful, head stuffed into the pillow, his eyes sealed dreaming away...

You knew there and then that would certainly not be the last time you held him tight as he came in your hand...

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Thanks for reading! Chapter six coming soon.