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you make me so horny, baby'

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What had started as a week of finalisation and concentration, had slipped down a rocky slope to an immediate and painful death.

Peter was solely focused on his work, whether that be within school or when he was swinging around the city, he remembered to keep those in check. It was when he got home that was the problem. Ever since that night, Peter had been getting some the best sleep he'd had in months, however, it came with the consequence leading to your sudden disappearance. You'd vanished.

Peter wasn't worried, because you weren't in danger, you just... Hadn't left your apartment. He knew you were home, he could sense the body on the other side of the wall, but he never caught you leaving or entering your apartment, never heard a sound. He'd hoped to bump into you at some point, but the more it prolonged the more he was getting... Annoyed? Frustrated? Craving to see you? He wasn't sure, but he certainly wanted to know whether or not you were okay.

The weather hadn't so much healed, still leaving a large gaping gap in the sky where rain poured from the sour clouds that hovered over the city of Queens, keeping Peter inside for the majority of the daytime before he would patrol through the night. The streets were wet and murky, filled with unwelcomed smells and textures of damp concrete and brick. But, Peter didn't really mind. He would come home maybe a little more soiled than he would have liked, but it gave him more of an excuse to... Air dry.

There was just something about letting himself lie completely naked that Peter... Enjoyed. It gave him a sense of freedom and set off a spark in his lower abdomen that would usually lead to the warm fuzzy feelings of lust and desire, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom while he roamed around his body with his own hands, partially wishing they were someone else's. No one knew his body like Peter did but, you? You seemed to know everything without him even speaking a word, and that's where the cravings came in.

He wasn't going to lie, he had done more than just platonically think about you over the past few days of your absence. You helped him masturbate for god sakes he wasn't going to think of you as anything less. You were the only thing he seemed to think about when the time came. Peter was just glad he could do what he needed to in his own time, and not early in the morning when he didn't have the energy or will power...

He'd even thought about you during class, which was more than a death wish. It would begin with him staring out the window at the rain, wondering if it was the weather than was keeping you hidden behind the walls of your apartment, and then it was a slippery slope down from there, thinking about what it would be like to see you drenched in rainwater, your perky nipples poking out from the fine shirt you were wearing, bitten by the bitter cold of the breeze. He imagined what it would be like to kiss you in the rain and make love under the stars, touching you, feeling you all over, and then he would be interrupted by his professor, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. There was a reason Peter chose not to wear such tight jeans anymore.

In truth, Peter was half right when he'd thought that it was the weather keeping you behind closed doors. Being a kid you loved the rain, with a reckless mindset jumping in muddy puddles and trashing your new clothes sounded nothing short of perfect and entertaining. But, now... Now you were older and emotions were a real thing, the rain just seemed dull and depressing. You couldn't exactly do anything productive with the wind and water mixing, it ruined a lot. Like you had plans anyway, you didn't exactly get out much when it was sunny either.

However, it wasn't all bad. Rain in the morning seemed rather aesthetic when you sat by the window with a warm cup of tea or coffee in the palm of your hand, watching the steam fog up the glass. Occasionally you'd draw a smiley face or a lightning bolt leaving them to stain the glass. But drawing a heart, you'd wipe it away, not wanting to leave that imprint on the window.

It was times like these, in the exact moment where you sat staring out the open french doorway to your apartment from the couch, sipping on some hot chocolate with a blanket covering your bare legs that you somewhat enjoyed. There had been amber warnings for a storm that was brewing overhead, which was due to pass over Queens tonight. It was still early hours, the sun hidden behind the dark clouds signally not a sign of the light. Your balcony was practically flooded as rain pelted against the flooring, dampening the carpet near your doorway, but the breeze was nice so you kept them open. The smell of the damp somewhat reminded you of better days.

Your mind had wandered a little back to that night, however, you tried not to let it. Using Peter, you knew it was wrong but it was the only thing that would stop you from naturally losing your mind. Surprisingly, it had held off for longer than you had predicted, which gave you more time to procrastinate with the teen that lived next door. You were planning on talking to him at some point, just... Not yet. Give it time, is what you told yourself.

After not having the gratitude and satisfaction of touching someone, feeling that warmth against your skin for so long, you were surprised you kept yourself away. It was nice to have that with Peter, and you knew you wanted to take it further, but it was on Peter. You weren't going to force him, but being like this didn't exactly give you patience. There would only be so much you could take, and after that maybe you'd jump him, who knows?

A harsh blow of the wind pulled Peter out of his comfort as a tree branch scratched the glass of the window, leaving a rather nasty mark. It was second period and Peter was in study group, the silence being withheld by quiet chatter that was covered by the weather outside.

"Dude, the weather's getting worse," Ned, Peter's good friend, said beside him as he looked out the window, "what if they cancel the game tonight?"

"They won't, Ned," Peter said comfortingly. Ned had been a huge fan of the school's rugby team ever since Betty joined the cheer squad. Even MJ knew that he was only going to support her, despite the fact he believed his chances were slim to non, "besides even if they do, you know Betty's number, just talk to her."

"What? I-I'm going for the game dude, yeah, huge fan," Ned coughed under his breath, nodding firmly making Peter roll his eyes in a playful manner. It was until the tree branch tapping the window finally broke the seal, and soon the rickety branches were inches away from the pair sitting studying on a nearby table. "Okay, they're totally gonna cancel."

"Alright, pack up, this storms not gonna hold, schools out," The professor called across the class, disappointedly looking over at the broken window where a strong, wet breeze was flowing in. The bell rang loudly throughout the hallways as Peter and Ned, along with the rest of the small study group, began packing up their belongings.

"Hey, can I crash, my parents won't be able to drive in the storm?" Ned sighed, looking down at his phone. Peter nodded assertively, "sure."
As the class closed and the room emptied, a flood of students crowding into the hallway, the lights began to flicker and jolt, only signalling that the weather was progressing into mayhem.

It was apparent that no one was pleased with the sight of the parking lot from the school entrance, leaves and odd branches overthrown across the concrete and the sight of the wind blowing didn't seem at all pleasing. Peter wasn't even sure if his weight was strong enough to hold him to the ground with the wind speeds.

"Dude it's like 10:30, how bad is it gonna be by tonight?" Ned sighed nervously, swallowing a lump in his throat. Peter shrugged, unknowing of how to answer the question when the thought of you popped into his empty mind. He sure hoped you were okay.

Albeit, you were fine. But there was a short panic that settled in your chest when the wind started picking up, loose leaves flowing in from the outside. Propping down your drink, you stood, watching your step on the wet flooring and reaching for the door. Even on your floor, you could still see the treetops, one specifically that stood by your balcony. The branch that hung low was loose, broken at the stump and practically dangling onto your balcony. You hadn't noticed from your seat that it was now blocking you from closing the door.

The trunk was thick and the branches were brittle and sharp, you couldn't move it without it impaling your skin. You swallowed, biting your lip as you looked down at the mess. Maybe someone at reception could help, surely this has happened before, right? Uh, maybe? It didn't exactly matter, what did matter was that you got this thing moved before the wind trashed your whole apartment.

Picking up some old blankets and nailing them over the doorway you changed into some more suitable clothing and headed out of your apartment. The lights were already flickering within the first few steps down the hallway, and it had appeared some other residents of the building were having similar problems to you. Gradually making your way down to the lobby it appeared that there were bigger problems than your balcony door being stuck. The large centre of the building was trashed completely, leaves and twigs covering the marble flooring surrounded by smudged mud stains from shoes. The benches and chairs around the walls of the room were occupied by people who appeared to be shielding from the storm, and the que to the front desk was longer than you'd ever seen it.

You swallowed, stepping over some mess on the floor as you made your way to the centre of the lobby where more people were gathering in from the cold.

"Excuse me?" You heard a voice call from your side, turning to see a young woman and her daughter. You smiled politely walking towards her, a questioning yet knowing look on your face that offered assistance, "is there a bathroom around here? My daughter really needs to go," she smiled, yet there was worry in her eyes.

"Yes, it's just down the hallway, past the front door," you pointed, eyes catching two figures also wondering in from the cold. Peter was here.

"Thank you," the woman said quickly, before carefully walking her daughter through the massacre. You nodded, swallowing as you watched them leave, but your eyes were much more occupied on the two that were now assessing the mess much like you had a few moments ago. And then he saw you, just like you had seen him. Peter wasn't hesitant to jog towards you with a smile on his face, the person he was accompanied by following close behind.

"Hey, you okay?" Peter asked comfortingly, his eyes wondering your body to make sure that you weren't hurt or damaged like some porcelain doll.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you nodded, trying to silently control yourself. Peter was soaked, hair dripping with rainwater, clothes sticking to his skin that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, "you walked?"

"More so ran," Peter shrugged.

"Well, he ran, I walked," the boy behind jumped in, wiping his head with the bottom of his shirt. Peter nodded with a chuckle, "This is Ned by the way," Peter quickly introduced the two of you, "Ned this is Y/N, she lives next door."

You shook hands with Ned politely, although your eyes were still fixed on Peter. You couldn't help the sinning thoughts that were flooding your frail mind of exactly what you wanted to do to him right here and now if there wasn't a single soul in the room with you. His jaw was tight, dripping much like the rest of his soaked skin and you wanted to run your tongue along it like some kind of animal... Those clothes needed off now, so you could touch and roam his godly skin with your hands, tongue and teeth, watch him writhe, whimper and moan under your touch as you pleasured him... You wanted to pleasure him again with much more than just your hand...

"Maybe we should head upstairs?" Peter suggested, looking back at the gathering people. You complied, dragging yourself out of your imagination and leading the way back upstairs. You quickly explained your situation on the way, noting how your door was wedged open. Peter was even quicker to offer his company, asking if you wanted to stay the night. It was only next door, and your apartment was bound to be completely trashed by now, so you smiled with a nod.

"Me and Y/N can take the couch, you can take my room," Peter suggested as the three of you entered his small apartment. It was warmer than you had expected, a flush of heat fanning your cheeks as you stepped inside, the lights gradually warming up and lighting up the room.

"But wouldn't it makes sense for you two to take the bed? I mean there's only one of me and there's two of you?" Ned complied back, stripping off his jacket and hanging it on the back of the door.

"Well, not really... I mean," Peter looked over at your nervously, "It would be a little weird for us to share a bed."

Ned gave a confused look, of course, he was non the wiser as to what had gone on between the two of you in the past week, and he was clueless to what might happen if you were to share a bed. "Just take the bed dude, we're fine on the couch," you smiled, walking away from the tension and parking yourself comfortably on the end of the couch, "besides, we get the TV, you get four walls of entertainment, technically we win,"

"Whatever" Ned chuckled, "can I use your shower? My hairs ruined," Ned asked kindly, pointing to the back.

"Sure, just don't use all the hot water," Peter instructed, a crack of thunder jumping in just as he finished making the three of you shudder. Ned took that as an okay and headed off to the back. There was an uncomfortable silence between you and Peter and it didn't go unnoticed. But, it was expected. After what happened last week and then you going MIA, it wasn't uncommon that there was going to be something between the two of you.

Peter swallowed nervously, batting his hands down his wet jeans before he motioned towards the kitchen, "do you uh, do you want something to drink?" Peter asked, keeping his eyes wandering around the room as to not catch your own.

"Um, no thanks," you shook your head, "shouldn't you change? You're gonna catch a cold," you suggested, staring at him. You knew that Peter was avoiding your eye, you didn't know why but it kind of stung.

"I'll be fine," Peter swallowed, however the sneeze that came after his not so sure comment complied you to stand,

"Yeah, okay," you chuckled sarcastically, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing one of the towels that sat on the side. Peter was standing in the same position upon your return, hands in his pockets. You approached him with caution, lifting your hands and running the towel over his head to help dry his damp curls.

Peter gave a tight-lipped smile as his eyes squeezed shut, feeling you rifle through his scalp with the towel, "you're due in for a serious hair cut," you giggled, pulling away the towel to look at the mess you had made, "like look at this," you reached up, running your hand through his hair slowly creating somewhat of an even bigger mess on the crown of his head making Peter's smile only widened.

"Yeah, I gathered," Peter chuckled, opening his eyes again to finally see your face. Your eyes were focused on his hair as your hands continued to get lost in his curls, slowly pulling and tugging through the knots caused by the rainfall and wind. Your eyes were shallow and hooded, hands trailing down to the nape of his neck where his cold skin was exposed. Your hands were warmed, a little bitten by the cold water running through Peter's hair.

"Where did you go?" Peter asked in a gentle whisper, watching your eyes float down to meet his as your thumb caressed the skin behind his ear, "I haven't seen you in like a week."

You sighed, knowing that the question was going to prop up at some point. "I got sidetracked," you lied, biting the inside of your lip, "why? Miss me?" you giggled, poking his nose playfully. Peter didn't move, nor did he change his expression, "yeah, I kinda did actually."

You were essentially joking, but to hear that he missed you... It made your heart swell. A boy as pure as Peter missed you, of all people. It was clear that the tension had shifted, it wasn't as tight now, but it also wasn't completely loose to where you could comfortably relax. He was in your space and you were in his, so close your breaths collided and your hands were still on his damp skin. Even up close he was still beautiful.

"How's the trauma?" Peter quizzed, hands slipping out from his pockets to land on your hips, bringing you closer into his warmth.

"Better," you nodded, "how are your mornings?" you smirked, placing the full of your palm against his cheek. Peter wasn't hesitant to nuzzle into your touch, eyes fluttering, "better."

"Hey, Peter?" Ned called from the bathroom, making both of you flinch back away from one another. Peter paused to catch his breath, "yeah?"

"Do you have a towel?"

"Oh shit uh, yeah one second!" Peter nodded, scrambling around in the kitchen for a clean towel to use. You watched with a smile as he rushed off down the hallway to drop Ned a towel, leaving you to settle back down on the couch.

The hour's had progressed along with the storm, the TV predominantly being occupied by various news and weather channels so you could keep an eye on what was going on outside. The rain hadn't ceased and you only prayed that there would some part of your apartment left by the morning. The thunder had gotten worse, along with some added lightening indulging the room in its shimmer every so often. Around three in the afternoon the power had blown, and you were now surrounded by the candles Peter had stored in a draw. They were only small and the three of you knew it wouldn't be long before you were secluded in the darkness again.

"Jee, when did it get so cold?" you whispered out from the couch, teeth chattering as you sheltered yourself under a blanket. Peter looked over at you with worry in his gaze, ever since he was bitten by the radioactive spider it wasn't common his body heat would plummet, but of course, you were non the wiser.

"The power's out, I'm not sure if we have a backup," Peter sighed, "wait here I'll go get my duvet," he stood from the couch, wandering off to the bedroom to collect his duvet.

"So... Are you new to the building? It's just I haven't seen you around before," Ned perked up from the floor where he was sitting. You and Ned hadn't really engaged in any form of interesting conversation since you arrived together a few hours ago, the only thing you were relying on was that you both knew Peter.

"Uh, yeah I guess you could say so," you nodded with a smile, "I'm guessing you and Peter go to the same college?"

"Yep," Ned nodded, "and the same high school, we've been friends for a pretty long time," he said a little defensively. You nodded, confused all the more but still played it cool. You were starting to get Ned's flow, but it was taking some time. He seemed pretty... Protective over Peter, for what reason you weren't sure, but you planned to find out.

"Here you go-" Peter's voice joined the pair of yours in the room again, muffled behind the blankets he was carrying in hand. He dropped them down beside you, assorting through them and handing a few to Ned and the rest to you.

"Not gonna save any for yourself?" You quizzed, earning a look from either of the boys. Okay, there was definitely something going on.

"Uh, nah I'll be okay."

"Peter it's literally freezing in here, how are you not cold?" you chuckled a little annoyed, however, because the way they stared and glanced you could tell there was something they were hiding from you. You didn't want to be pushy on them, but you also didn't like the feeling of being the odd one out.

Peter and Ned exchanged glances, before looking back over at you like it really wasn't a big deal, "I'm... Just not cold? It's no big deal, Y/N," Peter smiled sitting down next to you on the couch. You nodded, bowing your head as you bit your lip. Peter watched carefully as your teeth sank into the flesh... Completely mesmerised.

A crash from outside called your heads to the side, seeing the lighting shift from behind the curtains covering the french doorway. There was obviously damage being caused outside, and to be honest you weren't ready to see whatever had fallen and broken, knowing it probably came from your apartment. There had been a few odd bangs and crashes coming from behind the wall, which was only worrying you further.

"Uh, I'm gonna go to bed... It's getting late," Ned sighed, stretching out his arms ready to stand. You and Peter nodded in his direction, Peter informing Ned there was a spare duvet in his wardrobe as he left.

As soon as Ned was out of sight and out of mind you shifted on the couch, laying down on your side, head resting in the palm of your hand. You could feel Peter's eyes on you, knowing this wasn't where the night ended, but you were curious as to how far he would push it. There had been something between you in the air all night, and you wanted him to ask for it to be answered.

"You know... Ned's a pretty heavy sleeper..." Peter whispered, biting the muscle behind his lip as he scanned the shape of your body.

"He is, is he?" you asked with a smirk, "and why might I need to know that?" you turned, lifting your head to prop it up on your hand, elbow sinking into the couch. Peter's eyes fluttered, staring at you through the darkness of the room, the perfection of your lips defines in the gentle candle lighting. Peter opened his mouth to speak again, but he wasn't quite sure what to say... He wanted you, badly. But how was he supposed to ask? Did he just blurt it out? He didn't want to cross a line.

He flinched a little as he felt your foot graze his thigh, sitting up and gliding towards him, the blanket falling from your lap. Your hands landed on his shoulders, feet moving from the couch as your thigh swung over, straddling him into the back of the couch. "Well? Aren't you gonna answer me, Peter?" you clicked your tongue, seductive eyes boring down through his.

"Please, touch me," Peter shook his head, leaning up towards your face. His chest clasped and shallowed, losing his breath as your hand pushing his shoulder back, keeping his back slammed against the couch.

"Hmm, maybe, but I wanna know something first," you sat back, removing your hands from his shoulders and seating yourself on his knees.

"Yes?" he asked, brows furrowing.

"Do you want to make this an ordeal? I know you're not really shy Peter, you don't have to be around me. Just tell me what you want and you can have it, as long as you behave," you tilted your head, "say... No strings attached?" your tongue poked out, dampening your bottom lip at the sight of him below you.

"Uh..." Peter sat forward, eyes flickering around. Peter had never done anything like this before, but he wasn't a toy, and he didn't want to be used like that. When Peter fell he fell hard, and he knew that he'd fall for you if this progressed. "I... I can't do no strings attached..." he shook his head.

Your gaze softened, edging forward a little. It was honestly sweet to see a guy not want you for sex and sex alone. It was nice to see a guy lower his guard because he knew that he was one for love and not meaningless release. "I understand..."

"But- I still want this, last time felt... Really good," he swallowed, remembering the last time you were in a position like this, "but, I can't go on like it means nothing."

"It doesn't mean nothing, Peter," you assured him, "I haven't stopped thinking about you since that night,"

"Really?" he looked up, eyes filled with wonder and nothing short of puppy dog. You shook your head, "Nope... I... I had a lot in mind, but if you don't want this-"

"N-No, I want it... I'm just complicated," Peter sighed, rubbing soft circles into your thigh delicately with his thumb.

"Yeah, me too, Peter. I get it." You nodded. "Now, do you still want me to touch you?" you smiled, leaning into his touch with your hips. Peter nodded quickly, diving up from the couch to touch your lips with his. The kiss was soft and you could feel how impatient Peter was. His actions were pushy and needy, opening your mouth for more with the poke of his tongue.

His hands were careful and soft, mapping out the route from your hips to your waist, slowly venturing their way up towards your shoulders before they curved and almost touched your breasts. Peter was so close he could feel your nipples harden as you shifted in his lap, feeling his stiffening length stretching the fabric of his sweats as it pulsed right against your clothed heat.

"Mph- Y/N?" Peter mumbled, pulling away hesitantly from the kiss. He was hesitant in letting go completely, pecking your lips one last time, "c-can I-?" he asked sweetly, hands hovering over your breasts. You smiled, shaking your head, "I told you Peter, you don't have to ask."

"I-I know, it's just... I've never..."

"Oh," you nodded, "you wanna see?" you tilted your brow. Peter's mouth ran dry as your hands reached down for the bottom of your shirt. He nodded frantically, a swarm of butterflies attacking the rims of his chest as the fabric folded and loosened, flying up and over your head. Peter was hesitant to look for a moment before the clothing was discarded to the floor, and what a sight you were. Your breasts were perfect, a snug shape with perky pink nipples.

"You can touch Peter, but be gentle, they're sensitive," you instructed, picking up his hand from your hip and hovering it over your left breast. You watched him vocally swallow, mouth practically watering as he reached forward a little, fingers brushing the underside of your boob. Your skin was soft like silk, obviously much squishier as it wasn't as exposed to natural light and contact like the skin on your arms or hands... They looked and felt amazing. Peter had never seen them up close before, but he would be sure never to forget. His hands where a little damp from the wet clothing he was still wearing, but even so you could feel yourself sinking into his touch.

He loved seeing your body react as he warmed into the act after a while; the way goosebumps erupted on your skin as he accidentally grazed your nipple, hearing your breath hitch and body flinch. Although his sweats were loose before, they felt just as tight as jeans in his current situation. Seeing you so exposed had him leaking pre-cum in seconds.

After a minute or so of exploring he leaned in, confidence sparking in his chest; connecting his soft lips to your nipple. His heart combusts at the sound of the sweet moan that parted from your lips as he sucked and licked on the skin. You tasted sweet, oddly enough, the texture was strange. Your nipple was the strangest, perky and hard like a bullet but at the same time, Peter couldn't get enough. He mimicked your actions with his free hand, kneading your right breast feeling your body arch towards him.

"Just like that, right there," you whimpered, hand landing on his and he kneaded and sucked a little harder, teeth grazing the skin as he pulled away, "feel good?" you giggled, looking down at his expression.

"They're so soft," he complimented, "I love them," he nodded, pecking your chest softly.

"I think someone else loves them too," you smirked, leaning down to nibble the lobe of his ear while your free hand reached down between your bodies, cupping his hard cock. "No briefs?" you whispered seductively, feeling how easily you could feel the shape of his dick through the fine fabric.

Peter moaned, head falling back as his hips bucked involuntarily into your touch, "fuck..." he grunted loudly, biting his tongue trying not to up the volume as you slipped his cock from behind his briefs, rubbing his shaft at a quick pace.

"Open your legs, Pete," you instructed, squeezing his base. Peter did as he was asked, opening his legs letting you slide down between them, knees planting on the ground. You arched forward, Peter looking down to see what you were doing. His eyes bulged, flying wide as he saw the tip of his cock slide between your breasts. His body flinched uncontrollably, hands gripping into the fabric of the couch from the sudden pleasure of soft, warm skin.

"F-fuck, that feels good," Peter whimpered softly, wanting so desperately to watch the action unfold, but the pleasure was too much he couldn't keep his eyes open, "oh fuck!"

You spat down into the palm of your hand, releasing the pressure from your breasts to lube his cock a little, spreading the pre-cum around his tip and down his shaft, "you know the rules of thunder and lightning don't you, Peter?" you hummed, reapplying the same action as before, letting his cock slide back between your breasts. His stomach was riveting by now, rolling without rhythm to try and keep up with his jagged breaths.

"W-when there's a strike how long i-it takes for the thunder tells you how far, fuck, how far away the storm is?..." Peter swallowed, voice shaking violently feeling the weight of his balls lift in the palm of your hand as you massaged them roughly.

"Good," you nodded, just in time for a strike of lightning to flash through the living room, "I think that bang is the only thing that's gonna muffle your moans, baby," you mumbled, leaning down to place a kiss on his tip. Your hands landed on his thighs, swirling your tongue around his head trying to draw more of his sweet seed out when you felt the muscle shaking under the skin of his thighs.

Your breath hitched and eyes flinched as his hand abruptly grabbed the back of your head, balling your hair into his fist and thrust violently up into your mouth, pouring out a moan muffled by the thunder as he shot his heavy load down the back of your throat, leaving both of you in a shuddering shock and panting mess. But, he didn't stop there, and you loved it. He was using you back, gripping your hair tightly as he fucked your face, feeling his cum drip down your tongue and fall out of his cock.

"Fuck, Y/N, yes... Yes," he moaned, head thrown back. You squeezed his thigh tightly, signalling for him to let go, to which he did. You pulled off slowly, swallowing his load that was still thick on your tongue while flipping your hair over your shoulder. Crawling back onto your feet you towered over him, drawing his attention upwards to look at you, "that was unexpected."

"Shit, I'm so sorry," Peter sat forward, "I-I don't know what happened, it just... Happened? Are you okay, did I hurt you?" He quizzed frantically, cock resting softly between his bare thighs and cheeks a flush red even in the darkness. You giggled, leaning in and kissing him deeply, "that was so hot, don't ever apologise... However, you've still got a lot to learn,

"How so?" he quizzed, tilting his head.

"You gotta learn to hold your load, baby," you shrugged, sitting down beside him covering his lap with the blanket, "there's nothing wrong, but having a build-up is so much better," you couldn't exaggerate enough. Peter nodding, mentally taking notes in his head. It was a little embarrassing to him that he came so quickly each time, but if anything you knew it was a compliment.

"Can you teach me?" he asked, sliding down on the couch and laying his head on your stomach.

"Of course, prince," you whispered, "I think you'd make a good dom too, y' know?" you smirked, looking down as you run your hands through his damp hair.

"You think?" he asked softly, hearing the little excitement in his voice.

"Definitely, the way you grabbed my head just then, fucking yourself into my mouth... That shit was so good," you smiled, leaning your head back and staring comfortingly at the ceiling, your ears channelling in on the wind and rain that crashed against the window along with the soft rumble of thunder in the distance.

"What does it take to actually dom someone?" Peter asked curiously making your heart flip on the spot. It was so riveting that he wanted to know.

"Well, you have to know how to control yourself. Domming someone is like pleasuring them first in my opinion, but some people like to dom others for their own satisfaction. For me it's about giving the sub everything they want, like having them cum first, making sure they're attended to before myself, but guiding them in how to do so, so you remain in charge," you explained carefully, feeling him shift a little as he nestled down between your legs.

"Have you ever been dommed before?" Peter turned, swivelling so his chin rested in his hands, elbows by your hips, faces almost touching.

"A handful of times, you gotta learn somewhere right?" you shrugged.

"Did you like it?" his voice dropped a tone lower, eyes darkening once again and what a sight it was.

"Depended on who I was with to be fair, if they weren't experienced enough it just didn't seem right, and half the time we'd end up switching... But if you can get it right, I love it," you informed, knowing exactly what was running through Peter's mind.

"Can you teach me that, too?" he asked innocently.

"I'll teach you anything and everything you want to know, my prince."

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Thank you so much for reading! Chapter seven coming soon.