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There was a couple making out beside him, another behind him busy with their 69, three guys beside him doing a spit roast, and Peter was left wondering why he agreed coming here in the first place. He was stuck sitting on a leather couch, naked as the day he was born, watching different people screwing each other like a bunch of rabid animals in the dimly lit room, all the while early 2000’s R&B played over the speakers.
He was beginning to feel uncomfortable, what with all the vigorous movement shaking the couch, so he moved to a more secluded spot that also had a couch where he could observe all the skin-on-skin action and not get caught in the frenzy. Which was counterintuitive to being in an orgy, but let it never be said that Peter was easy. Not even on himself.
How did he get there though you ask? Well it all started with a lonely divorcee listening to his friends’ advice.
Peter B. Parker is a 35-year-old scientist and engineer living in Manhattan, New York. He works at Stark Industries as head researcher for multiple biomimetic projects, most exclusively those involving spiders. And for the past 6 months, he had been happily adjusting to his new life as a single man after his recent divorce with his ex-wife, Mary Jane. And he could confidently say that he was handling it well.
His friends, however, did not agree.
“You’ve been eating Ben & Jerry’s again,” his best friend Ned told Peter over his beer. He was giving Peter his ‘disappointed-but-I’ll-be-patient-with-you’ gaze that had the brunet glaring at him. They were having their weekly drinking/hang out session. Weekly as a loose term since their hectic schedules rarely ever lined up that often. But whenever they did, they would go to their favorite bar, a very retro place that managed to be classy enough to not attract trouble but also not high end enough to be well maintained, which was within vicinity of all their workplaces. Peter always looked forward to these drinking sessions since it was the only time he got to hang out with his friends, what with his busy schedule at Stark Industries and their work. He’d get so busy that sometimes these hangouts were the only time he and Mary Ja-
And we’re stopping that line of thought.
“It is completely normal to eat ice cream you know,” he replied, taking a big gulp of the beer he was holding. “Not every person who does that is heart-broken.”
“Unless you’ve been eating it every weekend while watching The Notebook,” Harry, one of his boss’ friends, now turned drinking buddy, piped up.
“So? I like to have my dairy and I like my Nicholas Sparks. That doesn’t mean I have a problem.”
“Not unless you’ve been doing it for months,” Miles supplied. “I’m getting sick of seeing Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams. And that is a big no no, because you are not gonna ruin my bisexual awakening couple for me.” He gave his roommate a flat stare, and Miles countered him with a raised eye brow. Peter groaned loudly and rolled his eyes at the other occupants of the table.
“For the last time guys, I’m okay.”
They just stared at him, unconvinced. Peter glared back at each one.
Gwen, another head researcher at Stark Industries, fellow coworker, and one of his closest friends, grasped his hands and gazed at him with a warm and open expression that had Peter faltering.
“Peter, it’s okay to tell us when you’re not okay,” she consoled him gently. And honestly, Peter wanted to cave then because Gwen always reminded him of Aunt May, with how she could just provide that homely comfort. But he didn’t because there’s no problem. He was totally fine. “That’s what friends do you know, support each other when they need it.”
He looked around the table at the various expressions of open concern and Peter felt comforted by the circle of support he had. But needing support meant that he wasn’t fine. And that wasn’t true. Because he was fine. Everything is fine. There was no need to worry, because everything was fine.
“No it isn’t fine loser”
The voice piped up behind Peter, and he jumped from his seat before turning his head to whoever talked. He was greeted by the flat, ‘so-totally-done-with-your-bullshit’ expression of Michelle Jones. Part journalist, part lawyer, most likely to end up ruling the world, said woman just bumped him on the head before squeezing herself between Ned and Gwen.
“You need to stop lying to yourself,” she told Peter, stealing his beer and taking one long drink. “It’s getting annoying to be your voice of logic.”
He took back his beer and grimaced when he saw that it was half empty. He sent a glare at her direction, to which she responded with a half-hearted shrug. He rolled his eyes at her.
“Well you don’t have be,” he grunted. “No one’s asking you.”
“And yet we all know that you need it,” she replied. “You wouldn’t have survived high school without me you know.”
Okay she had a point.
“Hey,” Ned suddenly interrupted. “I don’t think you remember, but I was with Peter through high school too you know.”
Michelle spared Ned a glance, before she snorted, taking a huge swig from her bottle when did she get that?), then facing Ned with an unimpressed expression.
“Let me rephrase. NEITHER of you could have survived without me.”
Ned opened his mouth, closed it, opened his mouth again to reply, getting a pensive expression on his face, before backing down.
“Okay she’s got a point.”
Michelle just gave them a look that said ‘told you so’ before finishing her beer and grabbing another one (seriously when did she order so many?!).
“Peter, I’m telling you. All you need to do right now is get laid. Trust me when I tell you that helps.”
Peter let out a groan, rubbing his face with both hands, before replying, “For the last time, stop setting up!”
“Wait setting who up? With whom?” Miles suddenly asked, much more interested. Harry shared a similar invested expression, and Peter glared at them through his fingers. He dropped his hands and saw the two, plus Gwen because he could see the glint in her eyes that she was trying to hide, were waiting. He just rolled his eyes (for the nth time that night).
“Some coworker of hers,” he answered. “This so called ‘hunk’ that she keeps hounding at me for.”
“Hunk? Guy? Is he hot? Do you have a picture?” Gwen suddenly piped up. Peter just looked at her incredulously. She just shrugged. “What? I’m a simple woman. I like seeing hot men.”
Peter just shook his head at her. “No I don’t have a picture. Michelle wouldn’t give me one.” He then glared at said woman, who was busy drinking her 5th bottle of beer. “How am I supposed to agree to a date when I don’t even know what he looks like? Need I remind you that I only just started accepting that I’m actually not as straight as I thought. I’m trying to be comfortable here.”
“It’s called blind dating loser.”
Peter was about to reply, but was interrupted by Ned saying, “Oh yeah, I remember that.” He had an almost nostalgic expression on his face. “It was honestly funny how long in denial you were when we could all see.”
Peter just groaned and thumped his forehead. Harry’s response of “Ew, Peter don’t put your face there,” was lost by Michelle saying “Just give it a try loser. Still to insecure to face your fear of casual sex?”
“I do not have a fear of casual sex,” he replied, face muffled by the table top.
“Dude, you didn’t even try to date anyone besides Mary Jane,” said Ned.
“That’s not a fear of casual sex. That’s called being madly in love.”
“As much as we understand what that is, you need to move on Peter. Denying yourself any comfort isn’t going to help you bring her back.” Gwen’s responses always managed to cut through Peter’s flimsy reasoning, using her gentle firmness. She was like Michelle in that they could usually make him listen to their reason, except she was more likely to mother him while Michelle would just punch him, call him ‘loser’, and point him to the right direction.
Peter let out a sigh and lifted his face from the table and gave them a long suffering gaze. There was that concerned look on their faces that had him acquiescing.
“I just,” he paused briefly, trying to work the words in his mind. To find some way to tell them why he just couldn’t. He kept his gaze downward, nursing the empty bottle of beer in his hands. He stayed silent, and he knew they were waiting for him to continue. He saw a bottle move into his field of vision, and looked up to see Ned gazing at him with comforting eyes. The small gesture helped. He gave Ned a brief smile before accepting the offered bottle and taking a small sip. It was enough for Peter to find his voice to continue.
“It’s not like I haven’t tried,” he whispered. He played with the condensation forming on the neck of the cold beer. “But every time I try to go on a date or maybe hook up, all I see is her face. No matter how hard I try, Mary Jane keeps popping out.”
They stayed quiet, and Peter was grateful they were able to stay patient with him. He took a drink from his beer before continuing. “I know it’s been months and that she’s moved on. I know that it was mutual, that we both wanted out. And I know that, in the long run, this will be good for the both of us. But it still hurts. Knowing that it’s what we need doesn’t make it hurt less.”
His voice faded into silence, and no found any reason to fill it. He looked from where he was memorizing the patterns on the table top to the sight of all his friends looking at him with sad but understanding expressions. Gwen reached out for his hand, and he took the offered comfort. He felt Gwen give squeeze his hand firmly, and it brought a small smile to his face.
“Thank you.” He gave them a bigger smile, and they responded with their own.
“You know,” Michelle suddenly added, “sometimes the best way out of a heart-break is to do something so wild that you’ll be left thinking nothing but that thing you just did.”
Peter glanced at her, questioning. “And this ‘wild’ thing you are suggesting is?”
Michelle said nothing, taking a long swig of her drink (was that her 12th bottle? Already?) before she continued.
“Have you ever tried going to an orgy.”
There was a beat of silence, everyone left speechless by the admission from Michelle, before their entire table exploded into noise.
“A what?!” Peter exclaimed. He vaguely heard Ned do a spit take which, by the sound of the disgusted screeching, landed on Miles. Harry was just staring at Michelle with wide eyes, before his shoulders started shaking, and he suddenly giggling uncontrollably. Gwen at least tried to hide it, covering her laugh with her hand.
“I said you need to try and orgy.”
“Orgy? Orgy?! ORGY?!” he shouted. He noticed a few heads turn to them in his periphery, but he didn’t give them much attention. Because all of it was focused on the woman in front him, gulping a bottle of beer like she didn’t just made Peter’s brain short circuit.
“Yes. Orgy,” she replied as she wiped the beer foam from her face, exasperated. Like she was talking to a kid who didn’t understand simple instructions.
Peter openly gaped at Michelle. Gwen and Harry were busy laughing in the background. And Michelle had a smug look on her face.
“MICHELLE! OH MY GOD!” he practically screamed.
“What?” she replied innocently.
“Don’t you go innocent on me! That’s just-” Peter made a vaguely inhuman noise and made wild gestures with his hands to convey how much wrong Michelle’s suggestion was. He flapped his hands all around him, like a bad imitation of a bird, and then made another strangled noise from his throat before he somehow managed to reconnect the neurons in his brain to start firing again.
“I do not do orgies!”
“How could you possibly know?”
“Because I do! I’m not comfortable with that!”
“You’ve never had any form of sexual contact other than with Mary Jane. How would you know that you wouldn’t like it?”
Peter let out a disgruntled noise that sounded like a cross between the howl of a cat and the call of a walrus. “I just do!”
“Except you don’t.” She gave him a hard stare, which had Peter pause in his tracks. “Even during that 1 year break up between you two, you never even tried to hook up with anyone else.”
“I repeat. I was in love.”
“That may be true, but we know how much you wanted to let go,” Ned told him. He gave Ned an incredulous expression.
“I. Was. In. Love,” Peter reiterated.
“Was in love. That doesn’t excuse the fact that you were already miserable,” Miles pointed out, wiping at his wet shirt with a handkerchief. He made a grimace as pulled the sticky cloth away from his chest. “You were moping wild dude. I was starting plan an intervention with Harry and Gwen’s help.”
Said two gave an affirming nod at Peter’s direction. Peter was left gaping at all of them uniting against him.
‘No, not against me,’ he thought. ‘United in their concern for me.’
That made Peter deflate and give out a defeated sigh.
“You’re right,” he whispered. “I should have let go a long time ago.”
He then took a long swig of his beer before continuing. He lied his head on the back of the booth, counting the dots on the ceiling, before speaking up.
“I just thought we could still make it work. She was the first, and only, person I ever fell in love with.”
There was a comforting pat on his hand, and saw turned his gaze back to see Michelle giving him a look of understanding, gently squeezing his hand. It said something about how miserable he must look that even Michelle had to go soft on him.
“We know Peter. We just want you to realize that you don’t have to stay miserable anymore.”
“She does have point Peter,” Ned commented, who was busy using a bunch of paper towels to help wipe the still wet Miles clean. “Maybe you should give it a try?”
“Go to an orgy?”
“Well maybe not an orgy specifically. But something wild to take your mind off things.”
Peter went contemplative at that. The others took his silence as wanting space, so they proceeded with their own discussions. Peter sent them a silent thanks, as he tried to sort out the mess that was his mind.
Was he really ready for new intimacy?
No that’s not the question.
The real question is; does he WANT intimacy?
The traitorous part of his minds, the one that brought up thoughts of Mary Jane, piped up.
You already know the answer to that.
Peter sighed in acceptance.
“Fine,” he said, breaking through their conversation. “I’ll go to your orgy.”
The others looked at him in surprise, while a triumphant smirk bloomed on Michelle’s face. She opened her bag, and rummaged for something, before coming up with her phone.
“Good. I’m gonna be contacting the host to expect you to arrive.” She fiddled with her phone a bit and Peter felt a buzz in his pocket. Unlocking it revealed a message from Michelle. Opening the message, he sent a curious glance.
“QR codes?”
Michelle didn’t even look up from her phone as she replied. “The host is very secretive and the event you’re going to is very exclusive. The only way you get in is if you get personal invites from the host himself, or from one of the moderators of the event.”
Peter studied the image for a moment, before he quickly lifted his eyes to stare at Michelle in surprise.
“Moderator? But didn’t you...” he trailed of at the knowing grin Michelle sent his way. The others reacted with equal amounts of surprise, which Michelle ignored in lieu of her phone. She typed something before tucking the device away and facing them all with a mischievous smirk.
“I have connections and friends in many places. Sometimes those lead to very interesting benefits,” she said mysteriously. They just stared at her, before Miles’ bark of laughter broke through the stupor and they all started laughing along with him. Peter was shaking his head in awe.
Only Michelle.
“So,” she started, “now that I got you booked with one of the hottest private events this side of the country, I think it’s time we get back to drinking.” Michelle then took a bottle of tequila (seriously when did she even order that?!) and took a swig before passing the drink to Harry.
“Where are the shot glasses?” he asked.
“There are none.”
“But how are we-”
“Just take the damn shot Harry.”
And so, Harry drank from the bottle, which was passed around to each of them. They somehow managed to finish the bottle in a 10 minutes, which lead to more bottles of hard liquor coming their way. Once again, Michelle passed them around, no shot glasses, and they all drank directly from the bottle. After that it was all a blur, although he did remember the taste of puke and the incredible headache the morning after.
Five days later, and much less hungover, Peter found himself staring at the contents of the QR codes. It contained a long list of do’s and don’ts. No illegal drugs, no non-consensual acts. No racism, sexism, or prejudice of any kind. No shaming of body type or gender or ethnicity etc. No bringing of weapons. No violence. And the list went on.
There was also the list of things provided during the event. This had Peter blushing like crazy. All types of kinks were provided. There was leather, latex, food, stuffed animals, you name it. If it was legal and safe, it was probably there. They also provided toys of many kinds, some that Peter didn’t even know existed. Condoms and lube will be provided.
There were also requirements. Everyone must be legal age. The invitations only allow one person, so no +1. All participants were also asked to be clean. Both by bathing, and in sexual play. Peter was confused at that, and asked Michelle what that meant.
“It means you need to clean your ass in case someone wants to dick you.”
Peter was left speechless at that, to which Michelle laughed. He followed the instructions of course, blushing the entire time, which was a first experience for him.
Then there was the freakiest part. Apparently, the event allowed for raw sex, for those interested. To ensure the safety and health of participants, background checks would be performed on all those involved. These included sexual behaviors, current health conditions, exposure to deadly areas, etc. It also ensured that no questionable personalities get in. It was a very private event.
‘Orgy’, Peter told himself, ‘it’s an orgy’.
“And a very expensive one at that,” he mumbled as he arrived at the address. Which was apparently a humongous condominium building in the richest parts of New York. Peter was floored as he stared up at the towering height. He checked his phone once again if he got the address right, then asked a nearby employee for the address of the building. Getting the same thing, Peter was left staring at the opulent event grounds for the orgy.
Dressed in his simple long sleeve black shirt, dark wash jeans, and simple boots, he felt like he walked onto the set of Crazy Rich Asians and that he was about to get kicked out. Seriously, the outside of the building was so shiny and new. And the insides were even more so.
Marble tiled floor, beautifully crafted Grecian columns, gorgeous flowering plants that were placed strategically across the lobby for maximum aesthetic pleasure. Tasteful pieces of art hung from the walls, along with curtains that had a thread count higher than his own blankets. It was like he left his time, and entered some pseudo mix of past and future, walking the halls of a palace and about to meet the emperor. He was stuck in that daze as he approached the front desk and asked for directions.
“I’m looking for the condo unit of Mr.,” he checked his phone again to make sure he was reading it right, “Venom?”
“Name?” the woman replied.
“Peter? Peter B. Parker?”
The woman typed something on the computer before turning to him with a polite smile.
“Thank you. Mr. Venom will be in the penthouse suite. Take this key card, slide it in the card slot and press the P button on the elevator.”
She gave Peter the card and turned back to whatever she was, while he was left wide eyed.
Penthouse?! How rich is this guy?!
That thought repeated in his mind as he walked to the elevator. He followed the instructions said earlier and he felt the swift movement upwards. It wasn’t doing his nerves any good. And in no time at all, the elevator doors were opening to an empty hallway.
Stepping out, he took notice of the carpeted floor and tasteful decoration (that was much more resplendent than his own apartment) and followed the path to a door that was wider then Peter’s entire arm span. It was a combination of modern and classical styles, ancient carvings mixed with modern inlets of design. Wood and metal creating a wonderful marriage of art and function.
If Peter was more verse with art, he could have written an entire poem on the beauty of the doors alone, entire sonnets on the grandeur. Unfortunately, he wasn’t versed with the arts, and he was much too busy trying not to be intimidated by the big and burly body guards with sunglasses that stood beside them.
“Peter B. Parker?” he squeaked. “Here for Mr. Venom?”
The guards said nothing, and stared at him for the longest time. Peter started to squirm, the shades hiding their gaze so he wasn’t sure if they were ignoring him or staring him down. A few more moments passed where Peter was about to book it one of them moved silently too open the door. It moved with no sound, surprising given its size, and Peter walked into the, once again, very well decorated hall way of the penthouse in a stunned silence. The closing of the door behind him made him jump, and so did the sudden appearance of a very muscular, and buck naked man, beside him.
“You Parker?” the man grunted. Peter was too shocked to answer. He was left stupefied by the very attractive man standing in front of him naked. Said man raised an eyebrow at him, and Peter had to shake his head to bring him back to the present.
“Yes? That’s me!” he peeped. The man said nothing, looking at him and then at the phone he was holding, before turning back to him with a smirk.
“You’re late. We thought you weren’t gonna come.”
Peter refrained from making a comment about ‘come’ because he wasn’t sure if he might accidentally offend someone. Or accidentally tell them to have sex with him. Which, he suddenly realized, he might not be ready for. But then the guy was holding his arm (and Peter couldn’t help but notice how big it was and bisexual brain could you please stop) and dragging him out of the hall and into a small room of sorts. He was then asked to strip; to which he was told that all his belongings were going to be stored somewhere safe. He managed to get naked, with little fuss. He was then guided out of the room and into another hallway, past another set of expensive looking doors, before opening to what looked like a common room.
Now, if Peter could tell you how beautiful the room was, he would. A modern designed room yet managing to keep the mixture of classical furniture and art with it. Windows that reached from the high ceiling to the gorgeously tiled floor. Couches and other furniture that looked so ornate it wouldn’t be out of place in a king’s palace. And art and other decorations that looked more expensive then Peter’s own car 100X over.
But he couldn’t tell you because he couldn’t focus on the room. Instead, he was busy gawking at the people in the room. The very naked, very sweaty, and very attractive people who were all in the middle of the craziest fuck fest Peter had ever seen (this included porn too by the way).
There were people busy fucking. On the couches, on the tables, on the floors, on the walls. The obscene sound of slapping flesh and skin along with the pleasured moans, groans, and grunts filled the air. There was the distinct scent of sweat, cum, and sex everywhere. And Peter was just gaping at the intense scene of obscenity and vulgarity unfolding in front of him.
He saw a jock looking guy fucking the hell out of the cute chub in front of him, while simultaneously eating the clit of the girl beside him and jacking off the cock of the trans woman beside him. And that sentence alone would have already set fire to Peter’s pale cheeks, but actually seeing it happen? Just five feet away from you? It was all Peter could do to not faint at the loss of blood for his brain, because it was definitely headed south.
“Hey there,” the cute chub guy said, catching Peter’s attention, “that’s a nice tool you got there.” The man was gesturing downwards, and Peter followed his gaze to- yep, he was hard as a rock. All 10 inches of him were now on proud display. And the man was eyeing him with a hungry expression, despite the glazed out look in his eyes from being thoroughly fucked from behind.
“Don’t be scared baby, come closer.” The man waved him over, but Peter was paralyzed in his spot, the shock still not leaving his system. The man easily forgot about him though, as one hard thrust from the guy behind him made him shout in pleasure and coming. And it was like a chain reaction, because all four of them were coming at the same time. And then they were suddenly licking each other’s fluids, and Peter had to quickly leave because he was definitely loosing way too much blood for his brain.
Of course that didn’t mean he ended up somewhere better (or maybe he did depending on your definition). He found himself in a hallway and was greeted by the sight of a train fuck of muscles and curves and dicks pounding the ass in front of them with a furious fervor, saliva being swapped in dirty French kisses. They didn’t notice Peter, thank God, because they were too busy with the person in front of them to care. Obscene moans were resonating through the air, and Peter once again speedily left the scene to anywhere that didn’t leave him panting like a horned up dog and hard as a steel rod (heh, penis puns).
He found his oasis in a hidden alcove that had a small couch and was hidden in the shadows just enough to hide him from the view and hide the view from him, but not enough so that he wouldn’t notice if anyone would walk by. Which Peter was internally debating if he actually wanted someone to walk by and ask him to join in because he wasn’t even done processing the shock of HOLY FUCKING HELL I AM IN A SUPER ORGY.
And that’s where he was, one hour later, sitting on a couch, now fully surrounded by lust filled bodies trying to knock the souls out of each other through pure sex. And as Peter moved to another couch that didn’t have people trying through break through the force of their fucking, he wondered why he still couldn’t work up the courage to join them.
‘Maybe it’s because you look like a hot piece of shit compared to them?’ whispered the traitorous voice of his subconscious. It had a point though, despite the negativity.
Now Peter wasn’t ugly by any stretch of the imagination. After graduating high school and entering college, he finally started working out, doing parkour, and even gymnastics. That gave him a very great body, the right cross between lean and muscular. That also shaved off the baby fat that was hiding the chiseled features of his face. He had gained a lot of positive attention to his looks, especially as he matured. Gwen had even told him he aged like fine wine (Miles told he smelled like old wine. Peter told him he smelled like paint thinner and old sneakers). So objectively speaking he was handsome. But while he could be considered ‘good-looking’ everyone else around him could only be described as ‘perfect’.
Everywhere he looked, all he could see was pure beauty. Men and women with bodies that were chiseled by the gods. Gorgeous muscles, luscious curves. There were smooth twinks walking around with pure grace, big bears lumbering with a rough charisma, tomboys moving with pure alpha power. The chubs were all curved perfection, skin flawless and bodies robust as they fucked and got fucked. There were hunks kissing hunks kissing buxom beauties as they rode each other like horses. Every single person there was the epitome of human beauty. It was like someone took the cream of the crop, took the creamiest of that crop, and injected them all with sex pheromones, Viagra, poppers, and insatiable appetites, put them into one room, and said ‘Go nuts!’
Peter was the misshapen stalk of wheat in a field of golden oats. His divorce hadn’t been kind to him. He had started to go to the gym less, had eaten more junk food in the past few months than he had in his entire high school life, had been staying up more, and had been feasting on 2 tubs of ice cream every week. Which manifested through the dark circles of his eyes, the slouch in his posture, the disproportionate gut he was now sporting. Everyone else was sporting healthy glowing skin, proportionate shapes, and bright eyes. He felt so out of place amongst all the beauty. Hell, he even saw Chris Evans walking at some point. It led to him wondering if there were other celebrities nearby. Which made him wonder if Tony Stark was here. Which made him panic for all 10 seconds until he remembered that his boss was married and had a kid. Which was then forgotten easily when he remembered that Pepper Potts Stark, Stark Industries CEO and wife of Tony Stark, had a thing for orgies (he still had no idea how he found out that tidbit of information). Which made him silently stalking throughout the festival of lust and sex, trying to see if his bosses were anywhere close by so he could avoid them. Because he did not want to have that conversation in the near future.
His travel through the forest of open legs showed no signs of his bosses and he let out a sigh of relief. Finding another couch to sit on, he rested his exhausted body and decided to just relax. Which lead to his current situation of doing nothing but be a passive participant in the sexcapades around him, like some sad old voyeur except he wasn’t getting off to it. It was kind of pathetic really, him just sitting on a couch while everyone around him was busy performing Kama Sutra 2.0.
“Hey, are you alright?” came a husky voice above him. Peter was brought away from watching a guy and a girl with a strap on double penetrating some a very skinny dude (holy shit didn’t that hurt?), to see a very hot brunet gazing at him in concern. And if Peter wasn’t so busy trying to dissociate, he would have noticed how his dick had gone rock hard once again because fucking hell, the guy was hot. Not just hot, but gorgeous. The kind of guy that Peter’s budding appreciation for the same sex would worship. The kind they write stories about and inspired memes. The kind that would fill Peter’s fantasies, if he had any.
Except now he did, and it was that guy standing right in front of him, more beautiful than the buck naked pieces of ass around him. Well defined pecs, a sculpted six pack, muscular legs and arms, and very broad shoulders that could go on for miles. He was covered in hair all over. Not the super hairy type, but just a thin enough layer of hair on his chest and abs, arms, and legs that made Peter unconsciously lick his lips. Underneath the fur were a collection of tattoos that did things to Peter’s libido. He was practically walking sex already. And that didn’t include his package because holy fucking hell that thing is huge!
His dick looked like it came out of those bad erotic novels or pornos, swinging obscenely between his legs with all that girth and length on full display for everyone. And that’s just when it’s soft. Peter wondered what it would look like if it was up and ready. He’d probably be a beast.
‘And you actually thought that you were straight Parker?’ a part of his mind that wasn’t left blank by the walking image of sex in front of him screamed. The rest was busy trying to find a way to recalibrate and release neurotransmitters again because Peter was pretty sure he was gaping like a fish.
“Uhhhh,” he so eloquently replied. That had said hunk moving closer and sitting right beside him on the couch. Which did nothing for Peter’s frazzled nerves, because said hunk wasn’t just body hot, he was facially attractive too. The dim lighting casted too many shadows for Peter to see the details, but now that he sat beside him, Peter finally got a glimpse of all that he didn’t see. And God what a sight.
A chiseled face and a strong jaw line mixed with a healthy amount of stubble. A strong nose, well-groomed brows, and piercing blue eyes that was looking at him in worry. Coupled with the dark hair in a messy short cut and Peter felt like he was staring at the face of an angel. If angels came with tattoos and looked like a biker gang member ready to bring him to heaven.
“Hey are you okay? You’ve been awfully quiet and you haven’t been participating at all.” The guy spoke with a husky voice that reminded Peter of the rumble of thunder, which sent a minute shiver through him. That was the type of voice they gave to the sexy protagonist of all those cheap romance paperbacks he secretly read. All husky bass but also smooth baritone and pure sexy that made his toes curl.
As the silence stretched, and the guy’s face got even more concerned, Peter realized he was asked a question and had to shake himself out of his stupor.
“Ye-yeah! I’m fine!” he squeaked (SQUEAKED, for God’s sakes. Like a hormonal teenager.)
The man was clearly unbelieving because he gently placed his hand on Peter’s naked shoulder and asked, “Are you sure? You look really lost. Do you wanna go home?”
The thought of leaving and not seeing the very delicious piece of man meat in front of him blew away the fog of desire just enough for him to rapidly shake his head.
“No I’m okay! I promise!” he almost shouted. “I’m just really overwhelmed by everything.”
The man’s gazed softened at that, and he gave Peter a blinding smile. And, of course, the man had perfect teeth too. Typical hunk.
“Newbie?” he asked. At Peter’s answering nod, he let out a chuckle before bringing out the hand from his shoulder for a hand shake. “Name’s Eddie Brock.”
The friendly gesture seemed out of place among the atmosphere of load moaning, rough kissing, and unrestrained sex. He honestly thought that people sucked each other’s dick as a form of hello.
‘Porn did not properly prepare me for this’ he privately thought.
The man was looking at him expectantly, and Peter realized that he once again hadn’t answered. He hastily took the offered hand, and shook it (way too hurried, and he let go way too soon, he belatedly realized) and replying, “I’m Peter.”
He looked at Peter patiently, and he quickly continued with, “Peter Parker.”
He gave Peter that bright smile of his and said, “Nice to meet you Peter Parker.”
The way Eddie said his name, how his tongue curled over the syllables, sent shivers down Peter’s spine. He couldn’t help but stare at the other man’s lips as he said it. Peter was suddenly curious how those lips would feel against his own.
‘YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU WERE STRAIGHT?!’
He quickly shut up the annoying part of his brain and focused on Eddie. Said man was gazing at Peter with intense eyes that made Peter flush. He cleared his throat and tried to think of something to say, which has because the very sexy man in front of him was too distracting, but he got beaten to the punch.
“So did you enjoy the feast yet? Lots of fine meat being served.” Eddie smiled at. Peter gave him a confused glance. He gave a light chuckle and gestured to the sea of bodies around them. Peter was looking at the crowd, then back at Eddie, still looking confused. Eddie just gave him a knowing look. It took Peter a few seconds to realize what he meant.
“Feast? Did I miss the dinner or something?”
Eddie was staring at him, which made Peter blush in confusion. There was a suspicious shaking with Eddie’s shoulders before he exploded into chuckles. Peter was left even more lost.
“I meant if you’ve had any fun already,” he finally said among the peals of laughter escaping him as he waved to a couple busy grinding each other into the floor right in front of him. Peter’s brain was still a bit mush from the everything because it took him a few seconds before it finally clicked.
An embarrassed flush bloomed on his face, and that had Eddie laughing even harder. Peter hid his face in his hands as he answered, “No I haven’t, uhh, sampled the dishes I guess. Kinda busy having a nervous breakdown.”
Eddie chuckled, and Peter hunched into himself further until a warm hand settled on the crook of his shoulder and neck. He looked up to see Eddie smiling at him. “Well we can’t have you breaking down when you haven’t gotten a taste of tonight’s cuisine.”
Peter couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping his lips. Eddie didn’t mind though, since he just winked at Peter, his hand still warm on Peter’s skin. But that suddenly moved southward, and Peter froze as Eddie’s fingers left blazing trails down his chest as his hand moved lower and lower and-
“So what do you wanna taste first babe?” Eddie whispered in his ear, and Peter shivered as his already deep voice went down an octave, the vibrations going straight to Peter’s cock. Eddie’s hand was a burning warmth as it moved down and then back up to Peter’s belly, caressing the chub there and then moving to his thigh, making little teasing circles on his skin as it went. It never got close to his dick, always too far but just close enough that Peter could feel the air shift on the head of his penis as Eddie’s hand almost grazed it on its path up to Peter’s chest, caressing his pecs.
Peter’s muscles were locked in place, his pulse was picking up speed, and he was taking big gulps of air like the oxygen was vanishing and he was trying his best not to asphyxiate. Eddie just continued his ministrations, all the while saying dirty things in his ear.
“Looks like you’re enjoying the appetizers. You like how sweet my touch is?” And then he took one of Peter’s nipples in his fingers and began lightly twisting it, not enough to cause pain, but just enough to create something much more enjoyable. The simple movement had Peter arching in ecstasy. A loud moan escaped his mouth, and Peter was mortified at how incredibly fucked out he was already by just the small act.
“Ooh, you liked that didn’t you? You want more of that babe?” Eddie murmured, his breath causing pleased goosebumps to crawl up Peter’s back. Eddie’s other hand, the one not occupied in turning Peter’s mind into mush via nipple play, was suddenly caressing his thighs, inching slowly upwards, while Eddie’s mouth began leaving open mouthed kisses on his neck. All the attention he was getting was creating a scorching fire in Peter’s belly. He felt out of it while at the same time stuck in the moment. The heat of Eddie’s body beside him, of his hand crawling up his thigh, of his fingers playing with his chest and nipples, of his lips and tongue as he hungrily licked and kissed Peter’s neck, all of it was threatening to burn him from the inside out.
He was panting loudly as Eddie continued the teasing torture, his dick hard as a rock and wanting attention under the dim color changing lights of the room. He grasped his member and almost groaned as the simple contact sent shivers of pleasure through Peter. He gave a few experimental strokes as Eddie continued with turning Peter’s brain to mush. Peter’s head was thrown back at this point, his mouth open wide as his breath came out in stuttering gasps. The hands on his nipples were now replaced by wet warmth and Peter was left groaning as he realized that Eddie was licking his chest and nipples. His muscular tongue played with the nub of flesh, flicking and probing. His teeth would graze the nubs and it would send Peter arching of the couch and further into the warmth of Eddie’s mouth. And Peter was grasping at Eddie’s head with a firm grip and groaning obscenely whenever Eddie would nibble at his nipples. Whenever one nipple was given Eddie’s mouth though, the other was played with by Eddie’s large hands and playful fingers. And all Peter could do was stroke himself as Eddie turned Peter into a writhing mess just from his hands.
And then there was another hand on his dick. Peter moaned and arched as Eddie joined in stroking him, still licking and biting and rolling his nipples between his fingers. He joined Peter in making long slow strokes, before taking full control as he pumped Peter’s cock in an erratic rhythm that made Peter writhe.
Eddie crooned in approval into Peter’s chest. His hand and Peter’s was making a delicious suction on his penis. “So aroused, so horny. You’re so hungry for this aren’t you babe? So hungry to come?”
Peter nodded hurriedly, desperate and wanton as he was left squirming and wriggling as he tried to chase his climax through the shared heat of their hands. His mouth suddenly disappeared from his chest and he faced Peter with pure arousal in his eyes.
“God you’re so gorgeous like this,” Eddie hummed.
If Peter was more lucid, he would have blushed at the compliment. But with Peter so out of it, where even the barest of touches could set him off, the whispered praise was all it took for Peter to start coming. He let out a strangled moan as his cum shot out with such force that it reached Peter’s cheeks and nose, painting his neck and chest in neck in glistening white before petering out into a small gurgle before stopping. The sheer volume of Peter’s cum had covered his torso in large splatters of white. Peter could honestly imagine himself looking like one of those erotic drawings on Twitter where the guy was practically drowning in cum.
“Holy fuck,” Eddie murmured beside him. “Holy fucking shit that is a lot of cum.”
If Peter was more lucid, he would have realized that he came in less than a few minutes, and would have been completely mortified. But the sight of Eddie looking at him in lustful amazement kept Peter’s brain in the gutter. As Peter faced him fully, he saw that not even Eddie was spared from his release as bits of white were apparent on the man’s cheeks. Peter tapped Eddie’s leg and gestured towards his face. Eddie wiped at his cheek, and came back with Peter’s cum on it. And then he did something that almost made Peter faint. He ate it.
He took the fingers in his mouth and sucked the cum off. He licked his hands, large tongue swiping over his palm, tasting Peter’s cum. The hand came back to Eddie’s face, feeling for more sticky spots and then bringing the cum to his mouth. He would suckle his fingers and lick his palm like he was cleaning a plate. And then his hand went to Peter’s sullied torso and proceeded to swipe the cum off him and eating it. The lewd image was making Peter’s head spin.
“Never seen anyone come this much before. You must haven’t had some for some time.” Peter was distracted by Eddie practically suckling his fingers before he collected himself just enough to answer.
“I have been pent up lately.” His voice came out breathless and very much fucked out. There was a proud grin on Eddie’s face when he noticed it too and he dipped forward to lick a strip on Peter’s chest. “Oh fuck that’s hot.”
“Work? Stress? Relationship problems?” he asked amicably, like Peter wasn’t losing his mind over Eddie licking the cum of his pecs.
“How about recently divorce?”
Peter froze, realizing what he just said. Eddie paused too, and slowly rose to look at Peter with understanding eyes. “Ah. Now I understand.”
Mood thoroughly killed, Peter groaned in mortification and rested his head on the back of the couch to memorize the patterns of the ceiling. “Haven’t had sex with anyone nor anything ever since we separated. Not even masturbation. I really saved up a bunch.”
“Well I’m glad you finally allowed to release yourself.” Peter wasn’t looking at Eddie, but he could hear the strangely genuine delight in the other man’s voice. It was enough to bring Peter’s gaze back to him. “And I’m glad I got to see it. I hope you don’t mind me enjoying the taste of you?”
“Aren’t you concerned about the safety though?” And that was something Peter was wondering about ever since he found out condoms were optional here. Sure you could get tested and show that as proof your safe, and sure there was a cure for practically every STD in the world now, but that wasn’t enough. He honestly didn’t want to come out of fear of that.
“No.” Eddie replied confidently, going back to playing with Peter’s sticky belly. “Venom would never let you join in if he didn’t know that you were disease free based on your health tests and recent sexual behavior. If you had sex anytime in the past few weeks, he’ll know. He’s good like that”
Peter’s brows furrowed at the thought of someone investigating if he had sex or not. “Isn’t that a little creepy?”
Eddie just shrugged his shoulder, before dipping back to Peter’s neck and trailing kisses on his skin. Peter moaned and arched his neck, exposing more of his skin to Eddie. “You get used to it.”
Peter let out pleased groans as Eddie kept lapping at his skin, but it wasn’t enough to distract him from all risky behavior around him. Eddie must have sensed his hesitation because he came back up and brought a hand (the cleaner one) to his face.
“Relax okay? You don’t have to worry.” Eddie patted his face and then teased him by saying “Unless of course you’re not safe? And that’s why you’re worried?”
Peter’s eyes widened and he was floundering. “I am! I am!” he shouted. Eddie laughed harder beside him. “Relax babe, I’m joking.”
“I’m safe,” Peter repeated. “I’ve never had sex with anyone except my wi- with my ex-wife entire life.” He admitted that last part much more quietly. It was almost a whisper compared to the loud sounds of sex around them. Eddie stared at Peter in surprise.
“No one? Really? You’ve only had sex with one person?”
Peter nodded.
Eddie just shook his head in disbelief. “Wow. That’s just...that’s a new level of dedication.”
“Not really? I was just really awkward when I was younger,” he confessed in a soft voice. “Never got the courage to try looking. It was a miracle the one I fell in love with just so happened to love me back.”
Peter shrugged, trying for indifferent, but the way he was flushing made it largely ineffective. Eddie had a soft look in his eyes and he smiled at Peter.
“Don’t be ashamed. It’s honestly very romantic.” Then he grinned showing his pearly white teeth.
“Thanks.” Peter smiled shyly. Eddie nodded then gave him a small peck on the cheek and Peter felt himself blush harder
“So may I?” asked Eddie, hands resting on his belly.
“May you what?”
Eddie gestured to Peter’s cum stained torso. Peter made noise between embarrassed and turned on. He swiftly nodded.
“Go ahead. Knock yourself out.”
That was all the encouragement Eddie needed because he started licking and lapping Peter’s chest, down to his belly. The cum had already began cooling while they were talking, but Eddie just scooped them up with his tongue without a care. Eddie would even use his hands to swipe up any drops that rolled of Peter’s sides and bring them to his mouth. The sound of him eating the cum was so incredibly vulgar and he would make a pleased noise every time he took it into his mouth. Pretty soon, Peter’s chest and stomach was shining from Eddie’s saliva and the remnants of his release. And then he backed up a bit and gave Peter a wicked smile before tipping his head back and swallowed.
“Delicious.” He had a sly grin on his face and Peter was squirming and moaning at the sight of the gorgeous hunk enjoying his cum like it was fucking candy. Eddie moved closer and started peppering kisses on Peter’s chest then moved upwards until he was face to face with Peter. This close, he could see the shine of cum from the corner of Eddie’s mouth, He unconsciously licked his lips. Eddie saw the movement, and his eye’s got more lust-filled.
“Looks like I missed a few spots.” He started kissing Peter’s cheek, then the bridge of his nose, his fore head, then the corner of his mouth, just stopping shy of his lips. Peter realized he was kissing the cum that was on Peter closed his eyes as his face heated at how filthy yet intimate it felt. The touches of his lips stopped and the ghost of a breath was just above his lips. Peter opened his eyes to see Eddie just a hair’s breadth away. Eddie’s eyes were dark and hungry, the dark blue of his iris disappearing in the all-encompassing black. Peter felt a strange vulnerability at seeing all the blatant arousal and desire directed at him. He could feel a tingle in his lips, like it was expecting something. He looked at Eddie’s lips and subconsciously licked his own. Eddie’s eyes followed the movement of his tongue. Eddie moves closer, and if Peter moved just a little bit he would find out what Eddie’s mouth would feel against his own-
“Mmm, delicious.” Eddie pulled back a bit to give Peter a pleased expression. “American cuisine at its finest.”
Peter gawked at Eddie, before he let out a loud snort. And then he started laughing crazed as Eddie gazed at him in amusement.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but did you just call me food?” he asked in between peals of laughter.
Eddie just shrugged his shoulder. “Well you are a feast for the eyes. Plus that’s some tasty baby gravy right there.”
“Did you just call my cum ‘baby gravy’?”
“It’s sweet and yummy sex cream.” Eddie sent him a mischievous look which broke when Peter cackled even more and Eddie found himself roped in, snorting uncontrollably.
“Oh God you’re just going through with it.”
“Luscious man juice.”
Peter laughed uncontrollably. “Please stop, I’m gonna pee from laughing.”
And Eddie’s smirk was wicked as he said, “Well I don’t really like golden showers. I’d prefer your baby making sauce.”
“Oh God, that’s the worst one yet.”
“A stroke of genius on my part really.”
Peter was still shaking in uncontrollable laughter as Eddie chuckled, Peter’s head laying on Eddie’s shoulder, hand a comfortable warmth on Peter’s thigh. His other arm was draped across the back of the couch, his hand slowly making lazy circles Peter’s pecs, glistening with sweat, saliva and sex. They must have made for a pair, Peter thought. Him so thoroughly out of it by just a simple hand job, and Eddie quietly cuddling him, both sticky with sweat and fluids. Peter wondered if all the stickiness bothered him, so he asked.
“No it doesn’t bother me.” Eddie answered with a languid smile. “If anything, I kinda like it.”
“You got a thing for cum I suppose?”
Eddie barked out a laugh and brought the dirtied hand to his mouth and making a show of eating it. Wiping the saliva of on the couch, he answered, “I think myself as a connoisseur of the stuff. Yours is probably the best tasting yet.”
Peter snorted, while Eddie sent a grin his way. There were fingers suddenly brushing his hair and he purred in appreciation. He was blissed out by the feel of Eddie’s fingers on his scalp that he answered absentmindedly with, “Well delicious wont’ be any good if it never actually got used.”
Eddie’s fingers paused, before moving again, slow and careful. “That sounds like a long story.”
Peter shook his head, and took a whiff of Eddie’s skin, sweat and musk and a subtle hint of chocolate and mint. “It’s nothing. I don’t wanna spoil the mood. You can go back to feasting on my baby sauce.”
Eddie let out a chuckle, then took Peter’s chin with the hand on his thigh. He tilted Peter’s face up and gazed at him with warm eyes and a soft smile. And Peter realized how close they were and all it would take was a little movement for those lips to be on his.
“Hey, don’t worry.” He had a gentle look and his voice was soft and inviting as he spoke. “These parties are for finding comfort and pleasure. Sometimes it doesn’t have to always be about fun. It’s just 99% of the time about sex.”
Eddie kept his comforting gaze at Peter, and Peter realized that the guy wasn’t going to let it go. There was a beat of silence, punctured by the far off sounds of skin slapping on skin and breathy moans, and the smooth lo fi playing on the speakers. Peter heaved a sigh before moving a bit so his head was back to being cushioned on Eddie’s chest (which was firm and muscular and looked jiggly and made for a great pillow and Peter B. Parker, FOCUS).
“Well,” he started once he got his brain in working order, “me and my ex-wife were the typical high school sweet hearts. Fell in love, kissed at the homecoming dance, stayed together through a long distance relationship in college. Moved in together after graduation. Chased our dreams together and were planning on having a family.”
“Sounds wonderful.”
A bitter smile bloomed on Peter’s face, countering the rather soft and longing look on Eddie’s.
“It was.”
Awkward silence followed his announcement. Peter said nothing as Eddie petted his hair, the sounds of people enjoying themselves around them. Peter was surprised they weren’t roped into joining them, or that Eddie hadn’t left yet to go somewhere else. He should be questioning it, but the soothing hand carding through his hair was making it difficult to find a reason to make him change his mind and leave.
“What happened?” Eddie suddenly spoke up. It was asked with a genuine curiosity but softened by a clear hesitance, like maybe he didn’t know if he should have asked that. Peter honestly wasn’t sure if he even wanted to answer. But the open affection and attention Eddie had been giving him, the fact that he hadn’t left, and that he was actually listening and waiting for Peter to talk was enough to change his mind.
“We... we just... fell apart.” He answered haltingly, the very words bitter as they climbed up his throat. Just hearing that open confession, was enough for Peter to stop. But at Eddie’s patient gaze, Peter found the words to continue.
“We were probably the closest thing to the couple from those old 80’s teen rom coms or John Hughes movies. All lovey dovey together. Hopelessly in love.” There was a rueful smile on Peter’s face as he gently played with the hair on Eddie’s legs. “But in reality, we were more like naïve teenagers.”
Peter took a shuddering gasp, overwhelmed by a sudden wave of emotion. He managed to keep himself in check and returned to making lazy circles on Eddie’s thigh as he continued. “We had no idea what we were doing. We thought that doing our best to stick together no matter what would be the answer. We ended up learning how to resent each other instead.”
He let out a sad chuckle. “And so, after 8 years of trying, and failing, to make it work, we just thought to end it, you know? Just strip off the band aid and cut off the limb.”
“That’s... very sad. Dude I’m sorry.”
“Me too.”
There was another beat of silence between them. Eddie was still caressing his hair, only now it was more subdued. Peter felt guilty at making Eddie feel his misery, especially since he had been so nice to Peter. It felt so strange to have this friendly camaraderie in the middle of an orgy of all places. It felt open and safe and it made Peter lose control of his emotions, despite him being loathe to let his sorrow ruin his good time.
“You know,” he murmured. “I came here to forget all about her and yet here I am busy reminiscing. And unloading my sob story to a guy I just met.”
The chest he was resting on vibrated as Eddie chuckled above him. “Well, said guy is still willing to listen to your troubles. But if you want to get distracted, I know a great way how.”
Peter lifted his head and directed an expectant look at Eddie. “Does it involve dick?”
“Not exclusively. There’s also tits and pussy if you want.”
Peter grimaced. “Yeah I’m not so sure.”
He had a momentary thought that maybe Eddie would try to convince him to join in the group fun. But Eddie was more considerate though, just nodding in acceptance. “Group sex still a bit too daunting?”
Peter gave a shy nod. Eddie hummed, sympathetic, before he
“Alright, I understand. Maybe some one-on-one sessions would be more to your type?” Eddie’s hands were suddenly back to stroking him, large hands lazily tugging at his dick. It was a modest amount of friction, and Peter was still recovering from before, but his member still reacted as it was slowly brought back to life.
“Why’d you make it sound like I’m going to a therapist?” he quipped, even as his breath came out breathless and vulnerable. Eddie just gave him a confidently lazy smile as he left a kiss on Peter’s forehead.
“Well, sex is therapeutic,” he joked, “Or so I’ve heard. And experienced. Helps in forgetting anything but the dicks and ass and pussy in front of you.”
Peter couldn’t help but snort at the vulgar language, even as he arched towards Eddie as the man made a twist with his hand that turned his muscles into goo. “And who is going to act as my therapist?” he asked, breath getting heavier.
“Hopefully me?” Eddie said in a shy tone. Peter looked at the man who had an embarrassed flush on his face as he said that. And damn, that just did something to Peter, because his heart started racing and a blush bloomed on his face too as Eddie just rubbed his head bashfully, all cute and stuff. “You’re more my type in guys to be honest. The masculine soft guys.”
“I’m not soft,” Peter pouted, “I just have a dad bod.”
Eddie rolled his eyes good naturedly. “I meant on the inside.” Even as he said this though, Eddie was patting Peter’s belly. “All gentle like. And I like dad bods.”
“Hey, is it all right if I kiss you?”
The non sequitur seemed to have surprised Eddie as he paused in stroking. Peter felt a sudden humiliation at what he blurted out and tried to take it back, only succeeding in mumbling out a mix of apologies and explanations that came out as a warbled mess.
“Sorry!” he cried out. “You can forget I said anything! We can just pretend that it was nothing and you can jack me off again. Unless you want me to jack you off and that’s fine too because you have a really impressive cock and I kinda wanna feel it too and I probably should and OH I’m so sorry because I haven’t touched you and you haven’t come and maybe I could do that instead? I’ll even suck you off because I kinda wanna do that oo, but let’s just forget the kissing thing because I just got really distracted by your lips cuz they’re very nice to look at and they might feel nice too and I’m curious as to how you taste, but not in a creepy way! I promise! Or maybe you can just leave me alone right now cuz I’m being a huge mess right now and I’m sorry so sorry and I’ll just go now-”
The rest of Peter’s words were cut off by the feel of soft lips against his own. Eddie’s lips were warm against his. His stubble made for a strange but enticing texture against his cheeks. The suddenness of the change left Peter’s mind blank, but then there was a prodding against his lips, and he automatically opened for Eddie’s tongue to explore his depths. Peter moaned at the sensation of the muscle sliding in him, his tongue coming up to dance with Eddie’s. He felt his eyelids close as Eddie kept devouring him, hands on his waist and back pulling him closer and closer until he was practically straddling the other man, Eddie’s large dick poking Peter’s thigh.
Peter could feel electricity with every touch, burning heat as Eddie caressed his bare ass while his mouth was plundered. There was a hand in his hair now, pulling him closer, and their tongues were battling for dominance as Peter grasped at Eddie’s shoulders like a lifeline, like the very idea of letting go would leave him stranded. He breathed in Eddie like oxygen, let his tongue explore the other’s mouth like to map out the wonders. He could taste a hint of mint and something fruity, might have been Eddie’s drink or dinner, along with a strange after taste that he knew was his own cum. The thought that Eddie still had Peter’s taste in his mouth, and that Peter was tasting it for himself, sent a dirty thrill up Peter’s spine. He unconsciously grinded down, and felt the head of Eddie’s dick momentarily brush against his ass cheeks. Eddie’s grip on Peter tightened suddenly and he broke the kiss to take in a shaky breath as he rested his head on Peter’s shoulder.
“Careful there big boy, I won’t be able to stop myself.” Eddie’s voice was rough with desire, the bass rumbling in his chest and straight to Peter’s cock.
He sent Eddie a wicked grin, and said, “Well what’s stopping you?”
Eddie let out a frustrated groan, before a grin slipped unto his face. Peter wondered what it was for, and was left gasping as he felt something warm, slick, and thick slide between his ass. The head of Eddie’s dick gently grazed his hole, and it sent a jolt of surprise and sheer desire through Peter that left him gasping and gripping Eddie’s shoulders. Eddie showed his approval by humping upwards, the head of his cock slipping between Peter’s ass cheeks and slicking the crevice with his precum. It was wet and filthy, and Peter was shocked by how much he loved it, moaning and groaning and gasping loudly. Eddie’s dick kept on grazing his hole and Peter moaned loudly, showing how much the idea enticed him.
“Fuck, I’m about to pound you right here and right now if you keep making those sounds babe.” Hearing Eddie lose control made Peter feel powerful, despite the fact that he was moaning along with Eddie, just as out of it. The warning Eddie gave was just enough to jolt Peter back to sobriety, and with extreme reluctance, he stopped his grinding movement and push Eddie’s thighs down, despite the frustrated noise form the other.
“Not here.” He was gasping loudly, breaths coming deep in between his words. “One on one sessions.” He slowly got off the other man and stood up on shaky legs. Eddie could only nod quickly before he was standing up and grabbing for Peter’s hand and pulling him towards the inner bellies of the penthouse. With Eddie leading, Peter was allowed the sight of Eddie’s beautiful ass bouncing as he jogged and dragged Peter to wherever they were going.