Chapter 11: October 31st: Pietro's Room
Remy never got his drink.
He was more than okay with that, however. He was far happier to have Pietro's thighs around his ears instead.
Pietro had the key out as they had rushed up the stairs. They were inside with the door locked within seconds, and then it was a flurry of scratches and kisses as the two drunkenly clawed at each other. They tripped over each others' feet as they stumbled to Pietro's bed, falling on the rough cotton of his steel blue comforter without a care. Pietro struggled with Remy's tie as the man lay on top of him, kissing rough enough to bruise the boy's lips. Eventually he gave up, shoving the man up off of him and trying to unbutton his shirt instead. Remy threw the shirt and tie off and grabbed Pietro's waist, effortlessly rolling them both over so that the boy was on top of him. Pietro was, to say the least, a bit alarmed at the sudden rough movement, but he simply melted into the kisses covering his shoulders.
Pietro was about to take off what little he had of a top when Remy placed a hand on his arm haltingly. His tongue ran along his lower lip involuntarily.
"I told you it looked good on you, didn't I? Keep the costume on."
Pietro grinned, chest filled with pride. He did look good, didn't he? Still, he kept the fabric slightly rolled up, logo obscured by tight, rumpled red fabric, the very bottoms of his nipples exposed. Remy seemed to approve, judging by the nips and licks he made along the border of the fabric before pulling back to reposition himself. He turned away to stack up the pillows behind him, nodding a bit when he got them into a low pile. Pietro had leaned back to watch what he was doing, fingertips drawing circles over Remy's tensed stomach.
"Do you have condoms?" Remy asked, leaning over to the bedside table. Pietro instinctively grabbed at Remy's wrist, shaking his head.
"N-no, sorry," he said. Remy looked at him suspiciously, but he didn't push the matter.
"We have a problem then," Remy said. "I wasn't planning on needing any tonight."
"It's nice to know you at least didn't want to go fuck someone after you skipped out tonight." Pietro hesitated. "I don't mind just...not using one?"
"That's not really a thing I'm comfortable with," Remy said.
"Come on, it's not like I'm asking you to-"
"Pietro."
Pietro didn't respond, just shifting uncomfortably. Remy was almost ready to sigh and put his clothes back on when Pietro dashed quickly over to his closet and back, a wallet now in hand. He flicked it open, pulling out a little foil packet. He tossed it over to Remy, who tore it open.
"Shorts off."
Pietro was more than happy to comply, the costume growing terribly uncomfortable. Kicking them off past the tips of his boots to the side of the bed, he straddled Remy, cock standing proudly vertical. He rocked his hips along his teacher's still-clothed erection, which had Remy hiss with desire. The man took the condom, rolling it over Pietro's cock, giving the boy a couple loose jerks before pulling away.
"Nn, don't do that, just tell me where you want me..."
Remy grabbed Pietro's bare ass tightly, pulling him up his chest. Pietro shuffled his legs alongside, looking confused at first.
"What-"
"I want you riding my face," Remy said, roughly pulling at his hips again before leaning back onto the pillows. "Hands on the headboard, cock right above my mouth." Pietro shuddered at the stern order, shifting a bit nervously. The hesitation just earned him nails digging into his flesh, dragging his hips to meet Remy's mouth. He shuddered as the man's tongue swirled around his cock, lips tightly wrapping around his flesh. He couldn't help trying to trust into that hot, wet throat, earning him a hard slap on the thigh. Remy's hand was instantly back to his hip, pulling the boy away.
"Don't go doing that. I'm the one in charge here," Remy said, voice hushed. Pietro nodded, and found hips hips being roughly pulled back towards Remy's face. God that mouth was worth the man's stupidly-high safe sex standards. He shuddered, trying desperately to stay still as Remy essentially fucked his own mouth with the boy's cock, moans vibrating down his shaft, tongue teasing at his frenulum. Every couple of "thrusts" he feel his head pass into the man's throat, muscles squeezing down around him, and he wanted to come down Remy's throat with all his being.
Pietro shuddered, the need welling up inside him more than he could stand. He couldn't stop his hips from jerking, nails on his ass drawing blood be damned. Right as white lines started spreading through his vision behind closed eyes...
Remy shoved him away.
Pietro stared at him in disbelief. His cock visibly twitched, shocked by the sudden loss of sensation, desperate for touch. He brought a still-gloved hand to jerk himself off but was reprimanded with a loud Non. He whipped his hand away, a whimper escaping his throat as he watched Remy pull himself upright.
"Mon petit chou, I told you not to. You have to be punished for that." His words slurred slightly together, and he reached for the drawer of the side table. Pietro struggled to say something in protest, but the man already had the drawer half open. There was a glint of a silver something in the drawer, but Remy just grabbed out the little bottle of lotion he had a feeling would be there before shoving the drawer immediately closed again. Pietro sighed in relief, staring at Remy's hands as he held the tube.
The man squeezed the bottle to coat two left fingers in...distinctly not lotion. Remy's grin grew a little bigger as he rubbed the clear liquid between his fingers.
"Well, this is a nice discovery to make. Water based?"
"Silicone," Pietro said sheepishly, and Remy shrugged.
"Better for today's use anyway. Now, cher. Lie back and spread your legs." Pietro did as he was told, body still stiff as a board otherwise.
"Just figured I should say full disclosure and whatever but I have to say that I haven't done this before and I don't want to freak out too much but I mean like you're kind of big and-" Pietro was silenced by a slap across the face that had the interesting reaction of making him thrust into the air with a gasp.
"That was a run on sentence," Remy said, Pietro mumbling an apology as he continued. "And what sort of man do you take me for? Even if you hadn't just given me one rubber, I'm not going to fuck you for the first time when you're as drunk as you are now." He circled lube-covered fingers over Pietro's anus, grinning a bit to himself. "I'm going to have to remember how good you seem to like them slaps though, ange. Quite the sight to see."
Pietro's face went redder than it was before, and he tried to protest. Tried was the operative word, as about two syllables in all he could do was make a guttural groan as a finger pushed firmly into him. He rocked needily into the hand, cursing under his breath in German.
«Fuck, I swear I just, shit, shit...»
«Two can play the language game,» Remy said in French, leaning forward and pressing another finger inside of Pietro. The boy struggled to relax around him, desperately wanting more.
«You could fuck me right now, just do it.»
«I don't speak German, little bird.» "You have to beg."
"I want you...to...scheiße."
"If you can't make yourself say it, maybe that means something."
Pietro had to admit that he was right. Maybe he was starting to sober up, maybe he was realizing exactly what was happening, that oh god he was going to ask him to fuck him bareback into the bed, and that was even more terrifying than it was arousing. He felt sick to his stomach.
"I'm not going to force anything on you," Remy said, as if sensing the boy's worry. "One more finger. That's all."
Pietro nodded, shivering as more of the lube was trickled directly onto his ass and the man's third finger. He was agonizingly slow about pushing in, but then he curved his fingers and it was simply magic.
"Fuck," Pietro hissed, fists balling the comforter underneath him. Remy smirked.
"Mm, does it feel good, cherie? Do you love the feeling of my fingers inside you?" He laughed as Pietro panted in time with his thrusts. He shifted, moving to his knees with barely a change to the rhythm of his fingers, then started to lay kisses on Pietro's inner thigh. The boy groaned, hips pushing up desperately.
"Ange, if you're so desperate, jerk off for me." Remy barely got to finish the sentence before the boy hand ripped the condom off and had his hand tight around his cock, overwhelmed and thrilled with this new permission. It was simply so erratic, so desperate that Remy found his own breath catching in his throat. He fumbled at his waist with his right hand, and were Pietro's mind not so active at the moment he may have worried about the man pulling his trousers open enough to grab his cock. It didn't matter though, the energy filling him, the stretch and the pressure and the amazing sensation and...
Pietro heard an animalistic moan, and was somewhat shocked to realize it was coming from his own mouth as he spurt cum over his belly, his vision completely wiped out as the overwhelming feeling of release crashed over him. God, it was better than anything he had had before, with a partner or no. He lay their, panting, unable to move. He was only somewhat conscious of the fingers pulling gently out of him, the grunting sound as the other man jerked himself off onto the bottom of Pietro's chest, little ribbons of cum combining together on his tanned skin. He only really managed to come back to earth when he felt Remy kissing him, far softer than before but with just as much passion.
"C-can you just stay here and we do this every night?" he finally managed to get out, and Remy laughed a little.
"We can discuss that after we clean up," he said, looking at right hand with a dramatic grimace. Pietro let out a little ha, looking over the white ribbons on his torso.
"Sure. I have a joined bathroom with Wanda. We can clean up there, providing no one is secretly fucking in there right now," he said, gesturing to a door Remy had previously assumed was a closet. "Damn, I regret designing this with a huge stomach window. I'd love to keep this on for a while."