"Are you almost done yet?" Harry asks as he's moving around in between Peter's legs. "I don't want to be late to your aunt and uncle's wedding."
"Just about." Peter says as he's swinging his legs from the bathroom counter. "I woke up feeling it this morning." He says styling Harry's hair.
Harry giggles. Another brutal storm has hit New York and he still can't believe that it's been nearly three years since he asked Peter to be his boyfriend after their encounter at the radio booth back in college.
"I can't wait for that open bar, so you can take my ass. I have no self-control when it comes to you." Peter says as Harry continues to giggle.
"Oh please, Pete. You're exaggerating because your self-control isn't that bad."
"I think you think highly of me." Peter says.
"Not when it comes to drinking. I mean, a lot of people always get fucked up when they're at a wedding that has an open bar. Remember MJ's problem?"
"Ah, yes. I never knew she can be so….vengeful. Then again, that ex of hers was nothing but a lewd, horny, oversexed beast with five hands!" Peter says as his emotions start to flare up.
"He was, my love. He truly was."
"Done. So what do you think?" Peter says as Harry steps away from in between Peter's legs.
Harry looks at himself in the mirror.
"It looks good! I love it, Pete!"
"I knew you would. A little bit of spikes never looked bad on hot men."
"So this turns you on?" Harry says as he steps back into his previous position.
"You always turn me on." Peter says as he blushes.
"Well, in that case…." Harry and Peter lean in at the same time and kiss each other.
"You're beautiful, my handsome four eyed nerd." Harry says in between kisses.
"Am not."
"Yes you are." Harry says, caressing Peter's torso.
"If you say so." Peter says in between kisses, running his left hand down Harry's back, caressing Harry's cheek with the other. Peter then starts to lick Harry's lips, begging for an entrance and Harry's mouth opens.
They continue to kiss deeply.
There's no fight for dominance whatsoever.
Harry allows Peter to take control when he tried for complete dominance, and he easily took it back when Peter allowed him too.
Suddenly, Harry breaks the kiss. "Pete, I need- I want-"
Peter then lifts Harry's arms up and proceeds to take off Harry's shirt.
"Goddamn, I fucking love your body." Peter tells him as he proceeds to kiss Harry's jaw.
"Oh God, Pete. Your aunt and uncle will kill us for showing up late to their official wedding ceremony." Harry moans out.
"It's their second one in like thirty years and you're worth it." Peter reassures him.
"Pete."
"We'll show up to the church a few minutes late." Peter tells him, and Harry simply shakes his head while he sports a smile.
"Take off that tank top."
Peter complies.
Harry kisses Peter gently and then starts to kiss Peter's Adam's apple.
Clavicle.
Nipples.
Abs.
Up Peter's rib cage.
"Oh baby." Peter moans as his back arches.
"Down boy." Harry taunts.
"You taunt me too much, babe."
"Oh, I know." Harry sasses back as he starts to unbuckle Peter's belt.
"Had I known that yours truly turns you on just by doing your hair, I would've done it a lot sooner." Peter tells him.
Harry laughs.
"Come here." Peter says and Harry lifts his head.
Peter then proceeds to kiss Harry, massaging Harry's tongue with his own.
Peter can't resist arching his back with every passing moment that he doesn't even notice that he's lifted his hips a little and Harry pulls down Peter's pants and boxers to his shins.
"Scoot all the way back to the mirror." Harry demands and Peter scoots back. Harry then proceeds to take Peter's boxers and pants off while he licks into Peter's mouth. Peter is tugging on Harry's pants.
"Take it off, baby." Peter tells him in between kisses.
Harry hurriedly takes off the remainder of his clothes while Peter gently grabs Harry's face and continues to lick into his mouth. As they continue to passionately kiss, Peter runs his hands all over Harry's body.
As Harry starts to kiss all the way down to Peter's navel, Peter's breathing gets heavier and heavier. Harry licks him up and down, driving Peter mad. Before Peter can tell Harry what he wants, Harry gives Peter's length an experimental lick.
"Harry…." Peter moans aloud, burying his fingers in Harry's hair.
Harry swirls his tongue on the head of Peter's cock.
"Oh, baby…."
Harry starts to suck Peter's dick.
Peter moans.
And groans.
Moans harder with every bob Harry is doing.
"Oh baby, you know how to suck a dick." Peter manages to say aloud.
Harry simply bobs his head up and down Peter's shaft at a steady pace.
Suddenly Peter gently pushes Harry away and stands up.
"Pete, what are you-"
"Get on the counter." Peter tells him.
"What?" Harry says distractedly.
Peter lifts Harry up and places him on the counter and starts to suck Harry off.
"Oh go- Pete." Harry moans as he's running his hands through Peter's hair.
Peter is caressing Harry's body as Harry is writhing.
Suddenly, Peter's playing with Harry's hole and Harry arches his back.
"Pete." Harry moans out loudly.
Peter then proceeds to kiss Harry, who's currently slipping off the counter, and starts to grind on Peter.
"Turn around."
Harry quickly obeys Peter's command.
"Are you going to take me from behind now or- OH GOD!"
Peter starts to lick Harry's hole.
"Ay papí!" Harry yells out.
"You taste so fucking good, Har." Peter says as he pulls away from his 'appetizer.'
As Harry is trying to get a good grip on the edge of the counter, Peter continues to eat Harry out with teasing little kisses and sticking his tongue in Harry's hole. Harry is writhing under Peter's control and he's losing his mind.
This time, Harry manages to turn around and gently pushes Peter away.
"I wanna suck you again."
"Really?"
Harry simply kisses Peter and gets off the counter. He gets on his knees and starts to suck his lovers dick.
"Ay papí!" Peter moans, repeating Harry's sentiments from a moment ago.
Peter is losing control over himself as Harry is sucking him off, leading his head and his hand in a synchronized motion. Several moments later, Harry stands up and proceeds to lick into Peter's mouth.
Harry breaks the kiss.
"Get me to a bed, my crime fighting superhero. Get me to a fucking bed, mí amor."
"Your wish is my command, my little rich boy." Peter says as he picks Harry up and carries him off to Harry's bed, bridal style.