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salmon_pink) wrote2014-08-20 09:13 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2014-08-20 09:13 pm
(MCU) Matchup
Title: Matchup
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Peter/Steve
Rating: NC-17
Words: 425
Notes: Spoilers for Guardians Of The Galaxy. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1drabble, prompt "skin".
So, of all the crap Peter’s missed since he left Earth, the discovery that Captain America is alive is basically the best thing ever.
Peter had a whole mess of Captain America comics as a kid. Hell, the only reason they didn’t end up going into space with him is because he got so distracted reading them that fateful morning that he ended up late for school, and left them on his bed in his haste rather than shoving them in his backpack.
Cap is alive and holy shit, he’s actually younger than Peter, and isn’t that a mind fuck?
Almost as big a mind fuck as the fact that Peter gets to call him Steve.
And that’s not even touching the insanity that is somehow managing to seduce Steve into the sack. All those years hitting on aliens made good training, apparently, because Peter has no idea how he managed this one, but he sure as shit isn’t complaining.
Not when he’s got his mouth on Steve’s stomach, the taste of come beneath his tongue. Licking up the valley of Steve’s abs, one large hand cradling the back of his hand, and he’s not even touching Steve’s cock but that isn’t stopping Steve from letting out these really fucking earnest groans.
Jesus, those noises alone were worth coming back for.
He lets Steve haul him up, pull him into a messy kiss. Rolling over until Steve’s bearing down on him, all that weight pushing him into the mattress. Gets a hand on Steve’s ass, trails his fingers down the cleft, catching at Steve’s rim where it’s puffy and swollen and used.
That gets him another throaty moan, and Steve pulling back to grin at him. “Wanna go again already? We can wait, if you need to -”
He stops talking when Peter thrusts in with two fingers and, God, Steve’s still so open for him.
“Not completely human, remember,” Peter teases, pushing a little deeper, which is probably kind of mean when Steve’s trying to have an actual conversation with him, but fuck it. “I can keep up with your super-serum stamina just fine.”
And shit, Steve’s eyes get dark and he fucking clenches around Peter’s fingers. Smirking as he leans down, breathing hot against Peter’s ear when he whispers, “Prove it.”
Peter’s never been good at backing away from a challenge, especially one that involves Steve Rogers and all that skin.
“Guess it’s my American duty,” he intones, and pushes in with another finger just to enjoy the way Steve’s eyelids flutter closed.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Peter/Steve
Rating: NC-17
Words: 425
Notes: Spoilers for Guardians Of The Galaxy. For
1drabble, prompt "skin".So, of all the crap Peter’s missed since he left Earth, the discovery that Captain America is alive is basically the best thing ever.
Peter had a whole mess of Captain America comics as a kid. Hell, the only reason they didn’t end up going into space with him is because he got so distracted reading them that fateful morning that he ended up late for school, and left them on his bed in his haste rather than shoving them in his backpack.
Cap is alive and holy shit, he’s actually younger than Peter, and isn’t that a mind fuck?
Almost as big a mind fuck as the fact that Peter gets to call him Steve.
And that’s not even touching the insanity that is somehow managing to seduce Steve into the sack. All those years hitting on aliens made good training, apparently, because Peter has no idea how he managed this one, but he sure as shit isn’t complaining.
Not when he’s got his mouth on Steve’s stomach, the taste of come beneath his tongue. Licking up the valley of Steve’s abs, one large hand cradling the back of his hand, and he’s not even touching Steve’s cock but that isn’t stopping Steve from letting out these really fucking earnest groans.
Jesus, those noises alone were worth coming back for.
He lets Steve haul him up, pull him into a messy kiss. Rolling over until Steve’s bearing down on him, all that weight pushing him into the mattress. Gets a hand on Steve’s ass, trails his fingers down the cleft, catching at Steve’s rim where it’s puffy and swollen and used.
That gets him another throaty moan, and Steve pulling back to grin at him. “Wanna go again already? We can wait, if you need to -”
He stops talking when Peter thrusts in with two fingers and, God, Steve’s still so open for him.
“Not completely human, remember,” Peter teases, pushing a little deeper, which is probably kind of mean when Steve’s trying to have an actual conversation with him, but fuck it. “I can keep up with your super-serum stamina just fine.”
And shit, Steve’s eyes get dark and he fucking clenches around Peter’s fingers. Smirking as he leans down, breathing hot against Peter’s ear when he whispers, “Prove it.”
Peter’s never been good at backing away from a challenge, especially one that involves Steve Rogers and all that skin.
“Guess it’s my American duty,” he intones, and pushes in with another finger just to enjoy the way Steve’s eyelids flutter closed.