Author's Notes: Hey guys, i know i haven't posted in years. I honestly told myself that i retired from writing completely but my best-friend was really depressed that her new shipping only had one Fic. and begged me to write one for her. I said no so many times, but i had no choice but to give in sooner or later. I wrote this out of pure boredom so it has no plot. It shameless smut, so you no like, no read. :D Hope you guys in joy.
His hands slip under Hank's shirt. Rough, calloused fingers brush against soft skin.
Hank groans again. He moves to push at the waistband of his pants. Peter moves enough to give him room to work. He gets them about halfway down his thighs when Peter kisses him again and his fingers find their way into Peter's hair.
Peter breaks the kiss to pull his shirt off over his head, tosses it to the side. He easily works Hank out of his shirt a moment later. Hands work quickly to shove his own pajama bottoms down enough to free his cock.
He tugs Hank's pants the rest of the way off and deposits them on the floor. He takes a moment to look at Hank, to admire the view he has settled between Hank's legs.
A finger traces down Hank's stomach. His hand brushes against Hank's, causing him to break the kiss to protest. He won't let Hank get off so easily. Instead of finding Hank's fingers wrapped around his cock, he finds Hank two fingers deep in himself.
Bright blue eyes look up at him with a look that most people would mistake for as innocence. It's anything but.
Hank pulls him closer when he's done. He wipes wet fingers on the sheets.
"You were taking too long." It's those words that flip a switch inside of Peter. He moves quickly. His hand is rough on Hank's hip, gripping tightly while he lines himself up with Hank's entrance and pushes inside. He bites back a groan at the feeling of Hank stretched around him.
The pace is fast and rough. They'll both have bruises, He can feel Hank's nails dig into his skin as Hank grips his shoulders, so he pulls him in closer, wrapping an arm tightly around Hank to support his weight.
Hank reaches a hand down to jerk himself off. He's trembling, but he's so close. He spills into his hand with a choked moan, covers both of their bellies with his come. He musters the strength to pull Peter in for another kiss.
Peter thrusts once, twice more before coming inside of Hank with a groan that's muffled by the kiss. He pulls out after coming back to his senses, collapses beside Hank, and pulls him close. He pulls the blankets up over them with the plans to clean up later.
It's quiet for a few minutes as they enjoy being curled up together, arms wrapped around one another. He doesn't even realize Hank's drifting off until he asks if Hank wants to wipe off and gets no response. He smiles and kisses the top of his head.
I know it was sort, but i was just trying to get it over with. I hope you guys in joyed it. I won't be posting for a long time (sorry, i know. I'm a mean person. I just don't have any inspiration to continue *cries in corner* , and I have school to deal with, thank the gods it over now) or ever. I still appreciate your nice comments and suggestions to help me make things better. I love you guys and I hope I didn't disappoint any of you. :) Bye Guys 33333