{ later on he’s going to look back and think the buzz had a hold of him. the sensation of it only echoes how pietro makes him feel — lightheaded, warm, safe. he mouths against the knuckles before inching closer, the slide of the shirt and press of pietro’s hand against his side lures out a noise akin to a purr. he hasn’t been this relaxed in a while. lately, it’s been more of this with them. it also trips him up since he’s sure it would be a fever dream if he didn’t already know every inch of pietro like the back of his hand.

the rest of the world disappears. }

On you, under you. As long as you’re looking at me. Although, your back muscles are a contender in views I greatly enjoy.

{ shameless is what spills from his mouth, and it’s what pietro captures when he leans into the curve of what he feels is a smile before they’re kissing. these kisses are less frantic, less horny in the way that leads to clothes thrown everywhere. it’s far more intimate than he intends, still ardent, and he loves it.

how long has it been since he’s indulged in someone’s company just for the sake of existing together? it’s simple. he wants more of it, even if he knows he’s not meant to have simple. he shortens a light gasp when they part, becoming a chortle. all the while, he keeps fingers tangled within pietro’s hair. }

I could. I will. Only because you asked. Then maybe your sister will know this magical man you’re sneaking off to see isn’t all that terrible to her brother.

{ he pulls them into another kiss, shorter this time so he can continue before he loses concentration or edges into a more heated state from the way their bodies are pressed against one another. he has to will it to calm down. }

In a minute. Let me enjoy you. { he gently tugs pietro’s hair as if to say look here, but not at all rough. } I don’t bother with boring. You make most of the magicians here fade into their lackluster existence.