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For all his assholishness, Claude was gracious enough to let Peter shower off after having been thrown from the rooftop, which was good, because maybe he could finally clear his head like Claude kept saying. As he stood there, warm water running down his body, he realized something, courtesy of the dull ache in his balls: Peter’s coma and subsequent training with Claude meant he hadn’t come in weeks… That is to say, not since the night he met her.
He’d been so bloody lately that blood staying inside him was a relief, but rushing to his dick wasn’t quite what he’d planned. Peter spat into his hand and tried to think of something or someone else to get him off, but Simone’s reconnecting with Isaac was still a fresh, painful feeling that soured her beauty at the moment. The touch of his palm made his cock feel simultaneously pained and relieved… You might call it “sexual healing,” Peter thought to himself. Healing? Oh, god, and now suddenly he was harder than he could ever remember being thinking of her, of Claire.
The wrongness of it didn’t escape him— he himself had just earlier called her a “sweet kid”— and yet that wrongness was now so tempting. It wasn’t like he’d see her again anyway. She’d move on with her teenage life and forget about him, right? So was there really any harm in continuing to play with his nipple while pumping on his own cock? It wasn’t like she was there, looking up at him with the greenest eyes he’d ever seen while she took him in her mouth.
Nobody would have to know how Peter was so horny he had to lean on the shower wall, because being called her hero made him want to play with her blonde locks while she kissed him. Or that that made him fantasize about teaching her to kiss. He’d never actually be thrusting deep in Claire’s pussy, hearing her moan his name and watching hickies disappear from her neck. This could all remain between Peter, his hand, and his dick.
The bathroom had begun to fog up around him, and he wished the haze embracing him could be Claire’s arms instead. Oh, fuck, now he wanted to fuck her in the shower. She’d whimper his name and say how badly she wanted her savior, and he’d come.
Different explosion than expected.