I received some requests to do some bonus content for this fic, so I finally got around to writing something else. The fic was intended to be complete at chapter ten, so this is bonus material, if you would like to stop reading at chapter ten, that is completely fine- thank you for reading at all. This has similar content to chapter 7, so you know where this is going. Still not overly confident posting this sort of stuff, but I hope you enjoy!
Bonus Chapter 1 (Chapter 11)
Harley pulled Peter into their room by their joined hands, the door automatically shutting and locking behind them. With his free hand, Harley cupped Peter's jaw and drew him in for a tender kiss. He gently brushed over the ring that was finally adorning Peter's finger as he pulled away from the kiss and stared into Peter's eyes. "I love you, Peter Parker," he whispered softly.
"I love you too baby," Peter replied just as softly, leaning up to place a kiss on Harley's cheek, before using his hands on the back of Harley's neck to pull him down so that he could press their foreheads together. For a minute they just stood there, holding each other and revelling in their closeness, Harley's hands holding onto Peter's waist and Peter's fingers gently playing with the thick strands of hair that curled at the nape of Harley's neck.
Slowly, Harley once again leaned in, placing butterfly kisses from Peter's right temple down to the corner of his lips. He hovered there, teasing Peter, who tried to initiate a proper kiss, but every time he tried, he found Harley moving back just slightly. Peter cracked his eyes open with a slight frown marring his delicate features. Harley smirked at him and drawled, "I do believe I have a promise to live up to doll."
"Then stop teasing me and get on with it, Harls," Peter replied with a growl, once more tilting his head to try to reach Harley's mouth.
"why would I want to do that when teasing you is so fun baby," Harley asked rhetorically, not waiting for an answer before he once again started placing butterfly kisses over Peter's face, this time from the left corner of his lips down to the hollow at the base of his throat, where he mouthed at the flesh, too softly to make a mark bloom, but enough to start to drive Peter wild. He slowly let his hands roam over Peter's back before tracing around his stomach and starting to pull Peter's t-shirt up, dragging the soft material slowly over Peter's washboard abs and making him shiver.
Peter impatiently raised his arms and ripped the shirt over his head. Harley was not going to be deterred by Peter's haste and if anything his movements became even slower as he kissed down over Peter's chest, wandering from one side to the other. His hands played featherlight along Peter's sides, whilst Peters own clenched and unclenched rapidly, one tangled in Harley's hair, the other tugging at Harley's shirt-clad waist.
Peter groaned as Harley swept his tongue around one of his nipples, becoming more and more agitated at his fiancé's slow pace. They did this sometimes, seeing who could drag out the other's pleasure longer, taking their time exploring each other's bodies. But today was not the best day for Harley to be playing games; Harley got his release earlier, but Peter had been riled up hours ago and even though he showed no evidence of his arousal when they came back out to the living room at the end of lunch, Harley had been teasing him in the gym, eyeing him up, telling him to take his shirt off and giving him hot, dirty kisses after each bout that he won, as well as giving Peter heated looks throughout the rest of the afternoon, keeping him on edge for the rest of the day.
Harley had kissed his way down to Peter's naval and was currently tracing a line back up the middle of Peter's abs with his tongue when Peter decided he couldn't stand the slowness any more. Using the hand still buried in Harley's hair he pulled the older boy back up so that they were face to face and kissed him, no longer giving Harley the chance to pull away and tease. He took charge of the kiss, moving his hands down to Harley's backside to pull him closer, squeezing none too gently and then taking advantage of Harley's gasp to slide his tongue in alongside Harley's, both boys revelling the slick feeling. When he pulled back, he took hold of Harley's lower lip with his teeth and slightly tugged on the plump flesh, causing Harley's eyes to snap to his own. Seeing the fire burning in his eyes sent Peter's stomach swooping; finally, Harley was getting on board with the program.
Harley let his hands glide up from Peter's hip up towards his neck, but his newly placed engagement ring caught slightly on Peter's right nipple, making both boys gasp and Harley stared down at his finger, having forgotten that the ring was there. Peter smiled and lifted Harley's hand up so that they could both see the ring glinting in the light of their room and bent his head to place a kiss tenderly over the ring on Harley's finger, gazing up at Harley through his lashes, feeling just a little bit possessive in that moment, but when Harley lifted Peter's left hand and mirrored the action, Peter knew that Harley was on the same wavelength as him. Even though it had been a couple of months since Harley had proposed, it wasn't very often that Peter was able to wear the ring on his finger, so the weight and coolness of the metal around their fingers was a novelty for both of them.
Just as quickly as the moment had once more become soft, it quickly heated again as they stared into each other's eyes. Neither knew which of them had moved first, but their mouths met and tongues battled for dominance as their breaths turned to gasps. Harley's hands suddenly changed from soft, gentle teasing, to a warm solid pressure against Peter's torso as he manoeuvred him over towards the bed. Peter didn't bother to stop himself from falling when the backs of his knees hit the bed, instead he just reached out to make sure that Harley stayed with him. He reached up to press a kiss to the mark that he had made on Harley's neck earlier, enjoying the moan that it elicited from his fiancé. Peter made quick work of Harley's shirt, tossing it carelessly somewhere on the floor. Before he could proceed to removing Harley's pants, his hands were pulled away and pinned above his head.
" No, my love, it's my turn to give back to you, remember?" Harley whispered huskily.
Peter pouted up at him and tested against the hands holding his wrists. No give, unless Peter wanted to use his super strength. Looks like Harley wasn't going to let Peter take control again, it was his show now.
"Now you're going to keep your hands right here," Harley ordered, emphasising his words slightly with a quick squeeze to Peter's wrists, "and let me have my fun. Don't worry darlin', you'll enjoy it too," Harley smirked before ducking his head down to Peter's neck once more and nipping at the skin there before moving back down the length of Peter's torso. Peter groaned as Harley dipped his tongue into his bellybutton, although he moved along quickly until he had his hands tucked into the waistband of Peter's pants and boxers, and was staring up at him through his luscious eyelashes.
"Harley, please!" Peter begged. Painfully slowly, his pants were pulled down his legs, Harley still not done teasing, but at least he was finally free from the constraints of his boxers, his dick sprung free and was weeping pre-cum.
Harley raked his fingernails back up over Peter's thighs and his hands settled on the outsides of his hips. He moved his head over the top of his fiancé's arousal and instead moved to kiss the mark at Peter's hip that he had given him a couple of days ago. It was fading and that just wouldn't do, so he took a minute to suck and nibble on the mark, drawing the blood back up to the surface.
Peter's hips bucked up at the sensation and suddenly Harley's hands were gripping like vices, pushing his hips down into the soft mattress, the ring on his finger branding him and setting molten lava stirring in his stomach. Turns out his fiancé wearing a ring on his ring finger was a huge turn on, who knew? Harley noted Peter's smile and gave an extra squeeze with his left hand, a small part of his brain wondering how long the rings would continue to get a reaction out of each other and secretly hoped the answer was a long time. They could have a lot of fun with this, and as long as their commitment to each other was a turn on, they wouldn't need to worry about their relationship lasting.
After what felt like to Peter hours worth of teasing, Harley finally gave in and gave him what he wanted; his mouth closing around Peter's dick and starting to give him the blow job that he'd been dreaming of for hours. He was certainly aiming to pay Peter back for earlier if his actions were anything to go by. Peter groaned as Harley sucked his brain out through his dick, forgetting Harley's earlier order of keeping his hands in place in favour of burying them in his fiancé's hair instead. His groan was quickly replaced by a whine as Harley pulled off of him with an obscene pop, Peter looking down at Harley with a confused frown and Harley playfully glaring back up at him.
"Do you want me to continue?" Harley asked sarcastically. Peter only managed a nod in return. "Then your hands stay here." Harley once again captured Peter's hands and pinned them above his head. "Don't make me tie you up, Peter," he whispered darkly.
In contrast, Peter's eyes lit up at the threat. He could be a fan of a little bit of bondage at times, so what? "Is that a promise?" he asked huskily, lifting his torso up to press against Harley's and bringing their lips millimetres apart.
"Not tonight baby," Harley relented. "There are people waiting for us downstairs and I would have you tied up for hours," he purred, leaning in to press a short kiss to Peter's lips.
"Next time?"
"Next time, I promise," Harley replied, before giving Peter a longer kiss, his hand suddenly wrapping around Peter and jerking him off, matching the rhythm of his hand to the movement of his tongue inside Peter's mouth, overwhelming the other man. Peter lost track of time as his heightened senses spiralled out of control at the sensations Harley was inflicting on his body. It was all he could do to keep his hands above his head, clutching one of the pillows, and try to keep his moans to a decent volume, not that he was overly concerned about being caught; the Avengers knew by now to stay clear of their floor.
The next thing Peter knew, Harley's mouth had left his own and returned to his dick, swallowing him down as far as he could. Peter's hips bucked up and he felt himself tap the back of Harley's throat, who swallowed on reflex. Peter groaned at the hot, constricting movement and then suddenly felt Harley's hands trapping his hips.
"Harls, I'm so close… please," Peter begged, although what he was asking for, he wasn't sure. Harley's only response was to let his movements become faster and sloppier for a minute, sending Peter's thoughts spiralling even more.
Harley shifted further, no longer using his hands to pin Peter's hips down, but instead relieving himself of his pants. He once again pulled off of Peter, much to his disappointment, but his displeased whine was soon cut off as Harley settled over Peter, using his hand over both of them, bringing them both to the edge. Peter finally moved his hands from where they had been destroying the pillows, instead using them to pull Harley in closer, their mouths meeting in hurried kisses until they were simply panting into each others mouths and moaning their pleasure as they came.
Peter's mind was drifting, blissed out as he lay in the arms of his love. He was curled into Harley's right side, his head pillowed on his chest and their hands joined over Harley's stomach. Peter was absentmindedly fiddling with Harley's ring, brushing over it and twisting it around Harley's finger in time with the fingers of Harley's right hand drawing circles on the back of Peter's neck and tangling in the hair there. Both of them were content to spend the rest of the evening cuddling in bed, but there was a party being held technically in their honour (even if it was just a convenient excuse for the others to get drunk and play truth or dare) downstairs.
"We really should go," Harley muttered.
"Shh… five more minutes," Peter replied without opening his eyes, making Harley chuckle. Normally it was Peter who worried about being rude by not showing up to things they were invited to, especially if the event was being held for them.
Harley kissed him on the forehead and said, "No more minutes, come on, let's get you looking presentable and we'll go find you something to eat, I know you didn't have as much as you should have earlier, trying to look 'normal' for your class."
After a bit more coaxing, Harley managed to get Peter out of their (admittedly very comfy) bed and into clean clothes after a quick shower. Just before they walked out of the door Peter walked up behind Harley, who had been double checking his hair in the mirror, and whispered in his ear "I'm holding you to that promise that you made earlier," and tugged off the tie Harley had wrestled him into, stuffing it into his fiancé's pants pocket with one hand and squeezing tightly round Harley's wrist with the other, pressing a quick kiss on to his cheek while making eye contact through the mirror, before sauntering out the door, leaving Harley to turn and stare at his ass, clad in very tight skinny jeans.
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," Harley replied softly, knowing that with Peter's advanced hearing he'd pick it up, even down the hall as he was now. He took an extra minute to tidy himself up before joining his fiancé downstairs for their second engagement party.
Thank you if you read this! I hope I did ok, still not very confident with writing smut and I didn't even let them go all the way haha. I did leave the option open for another smut-filled chapter so let me know if you want it. I should really stop Harley from making promises to Peter haha but the boy just does what he wants.
I have a bit of a thing for guys wearing rings, so sorry if that inclusion went on too much and annoyed you a little bit, but hopefully you didn't mind it.
This chapter may be a little ramble-y so may go back and edit at a later date.
Let me know if you want any other bonus chapters- I had suggestions for the reaction back at school, the party, the official press conference etc, any other ideas would be welcomed. I don't make any promises, but if inspiration strikes I am happy to keep writing!
Also thank you too anyone who has left kudos and/or comments on this fic, it really has meant a lot! I hope you are doing well and stay safe.
Thanks everyone xx