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Maybe I like insufferable.

[ pietro grins, coy and silly, letting eliot's weight settle further against his chest. whatever the energy had been upon their arrival here, it's settled into something warm and hazy and pleasant. he likes having eliot close, feels a sudden surge of protectiveness that he hadn't felt before. maybe it's the buzz he's carrying from their drinks earlier, maybe it's the dim light of the tower.

so pietro chases another kiss, this one slower and lingering longer than the ones previous, letting their noses bump sweetly. it's delightful kissing eliot, savoring the plush of his mouth and his pretty words. he hums at the grazing of hands along his chest, his shoulders, his skin tingling in their wake. ]

I can stay. [ a pause, then a soft smirk: ] But maybe next time I will stay with Margo since she likes me so much. She is a good kisser, but not as good as you. Our secret.

[ the fingers leave eliot's cheek, slide down the length of one arm to tangle their hands together against pietro's chest, leaning into each stolen kiss, the arm around his waist tugging him tighter, closer, as if even the air between them is pesky and annoying. ]

Good, { he says with a firmly confident allure. the air is pesky. eliot could stay kissing pietro for hours. he finds that it's not good enough to have their positions languid, he wants to be as physically close if not suffocatingly. he hums into pietro's mouth and shifts once more, fluid motions guiding him to have his legs over pietro's thighs, knees digging into the cough as he is able to lean in flush against him. } Much better.

{ pietro has trapped him with his thighs before, so why not return the favor? he smirks, their hands now untangled from the movement, but it makes it easy for him to nudge his nose back against pietro's as he slides a hand into his hair. his laugh is light and filled with amusement that is fueled by the warmth he's feeling all over his body. }

Hm. Keeping secrets? It'll cost you. I suppose I like you enough to keep yours.

{ it's also easier for him to lean into another deepened kiss, slow and intentional. sometimes a good make-out session is in order. naturally. this is their night. eliot might just be discovering he's a tad possessive of pietro's time, more than he should be. he only gets to see him so much. once a week is a luxury for them. }

What is the price? I will pay it.

[ pietro shifts a little as eliot straddles his lap, his own hands sliding away from eliot's and down his sides, to his hips, to the meat of his thighs where he grips them. ]

And if it is too expensive, well. My secrets are boring.

[ he arches into the kiss, finding his palms slide up over eliot's hips, around to his ass where he gives a teasing squeeze until he reaches his back, his sides, tugging him tight and close as he languishes in the kiss. it's slow and deep and heated, the alcohol and tingling from their many taunts before returning to a simmer beneath his skin.

his own hands find skin beneath the silk of eliot's shirt, broad, calloused palms resting at the dip but going no further. he pulls away, but not so much they're parted. instead, he murmurs against his mouth: ]

What secrets are you hiding?

{ the ambience is different than the stuffy aura the party can become after a while. there was a time when he enjoyed it more, for the sake of the attention he gathered. crowds of people all fascinated and at the whim of margo and him, if only because they made it so. now, he can care less. now, he just wants to chase pietro’s mouth and nearly giggle against it as he leans back from a kiss. }

I doubt they are boring. I’ll give you a discount. Here. { eliot drops one hand and cheekily slips it underneath pietro’s shirt, softly grazing his knuckles along the firmness of his stomach. it’s delightful. then he retreats his hand and keeps playing with pietro’s hair as if he didn’t just feel him up. to be fair, pietro started it. who doesn’t like a good ass squeeze? }

My secrets for yours seem fair. { he’s mostly teasing, since his so called secrets have more to do with party tricks and rooftops no one knows about. but, maybe they can be pretty boys he met at the nightclub that he gets to steal on occasion? that maybe he might have a slightly (or more) of a crush on one (1) specific pretty boy with silver hair. is that even possible to crush on your maybe lover? his slightly buzzed mind ends up making it a question he thinks out loud. }

Or maybe I have a crush on someone. Someone has a crush. What’s something no one else knows about you?

[ the feeling of eliot laughing against his lips draws out a smile from pietro, one that crinkles his nose and dimples his cheek. it's easy being with him like this, and he hadn't expected a club fling to become something so much more. he leans forward to nip eliot's chin, cheeky and playful before he sinks back into the couch, humming his approval at the fingers in his hair. The hand along his stomach comes and goes, fleeting, and he pouts up at eliot in retaliation. ]

That is a very small discount.

[ his own hand slides further beneath eliot's shirt, palm resting against his side beneath the fabric. it's easy to touch him, to exist like this, and the warm buzz from the party only adds to the wonder of it. ]

Do you have a crush on the bartender who had a crush on me? [ a little smirk, and pietro tilts his head, leaning to kiss eliot's adam's apple, then the side of his throat where he speaks against the skin. ]

Maybe I have a crush on someone. Not even my sister knows this. But it will take many kisses to find out who it is.

Well, I am generous. I might consider a bigger discount.

{ there's some cheekiness to his statement, considering he isn't at all ever generous on purpose. he just picks when to be (he's a lot more kinder than people make him out to be, but it's sparse on purpose). pietro inspires eliot's softer side. it just comes in different forms. his ears do perk at the suggestion of a potential crush. he idly plays with the back of pietro's hair, letting his touch linger along his nape before it delves back into the thickness of his hair strands, unable to keep away. they are promptly tousled before set back in place. }

Perhaps. I don't do crushes, so I'll gladly will yours out with kiss taxes.

{ eliot leans in and instead of capturing him in a kiss, he just hovers over his mouth so he can feel his smile turn into a matched smirk. }

Then again, there's a first for everything. So, I might. It's not important. I'll get yours.

[ infuriating, how close eliot is, the words moving agains his lips, the curve of a smile pressed into his own. pietro huffs softly, cheekily tilting his head back if only so that he can swipe a tongue along his bottom lip. ]

Who do you think this crush is?

[ there's a cheeky slip of his hand, the palm on eliot's side circling to the front, tracing the lines of his abs, fingertips falling to rest at the waistband of his pants. nothing else, just a soft, innocuous touch. ]

The bartender will be mad if he finds out. Don't tell him.

[ and he seals his mouth over eliot's, playful in the way his teeth nip his bottom lip on the way into the kiss. ]

But if you are so good to steal my secrets, then I would like to see you try, yes? I think I will win.

{ he immediately hums against the tongue on his lip, and then tries to give chase but it seems pietro is still quick in many ways. it makes him chuckle. the hand at the back of pietro’s neck slips along to the side of his neck, fingers tracing along the bottom of his ear and down into the dip of his shoulder. eliot goes back and forth with his caress as he pretends to think. }

Let me see. The bartender? Maybe this is your crush? Am I here to make this bartender jealous? You've been having fun without me at these nightclubs, huh. But at last, you can use me.

{ he adds the last bit with a faux dramatic little huff, using his tongue to nudge against where pietro nips, more so encouraging him. they’ve become idle in their teasing so much that pietro is close to his waistband, touching his skin, and eliot waugh is behaving. what is this? he dives past his mouth to lay a kiss upon his jaw, the hairs tickling his lips, and drags kisses along until he’s back to his mouth. }

You might win. Give me a timeline by when I have to figure it out. I can be persuasive.

Mm, or maybe it is the boy making drinks here? There are many bartenders. You will have to work very hard.

[ he tilts his head into the soft caress of eliot's fingers, his skin burning under the touch. it's intimate and teasing and a taste of something more but not yet crossing the lines they're so used to pressing beyond. it makes his head fill with fiery fog, which is only heightened by the lips at his jaw, his mouth.

his fingers curl into the waistband of his pants, letting his fingers just sit curled inside against the bone of his hip, applying pressure but doing little else. his free hand reaches instead to press dark curls away from eliot's face, threading through them to the back of his neck to pull him in for a slow, lingering kiss. ]

Mm. Before tomorrow morning. Or do you want a week? A month? I am generous.

There are many bartenders, sure. None of them compare, I assure you.

{ he hums into the press of another fluttering kiss to the corner of pietro’s mouth. the buzz from alcohol has been reduced and he’s sure there’s something else thrumming under his veins, something far more inducing. it’s oddly alluring to be able to hold pietro and simply be held.

what a peculiar, little obsession he’s developing. a hand trails along a broad chest, unable to stop touching. }

We have ourselves a deal. Whoever figures out the other’s crush first will get another little reward.

{ it’s these games that bring them together, just as he moves back into a slow kiss, making sure to capture pietro’s taste at the tip of his tongue where he’ll crave it again like a favorite meal. he’s certain then while he pleasantly shivers not from the promise of carnal, but the simple brush of his hair — he couldn’t possible ever get bored. eliot gently pushes pietro’s neck to the side, and effortlessly leans forward to hover his mouth upon his untarnished skin with the lightest touch that ends up a peck of a kiss. }

I like rewards.

[ pietro, with eliot settled on his lap, finds he's pleasantly trapped beneath him, surrounded instead by the warm press of their bodies and the fleeting touches. he allows his head to fall to one side, anticipating the kiss, and groaning quietly when he finds it's not the needy slide of lips and tongue and teeth but instead the featherlight peck of a kiss.

maddening, really, and it's enough to make his blood boil all the same, flushing southerly. the control, the power in such a dainty little kiss makes his fingers flex against eliot's hip bone, makes the other slide instead to eliot's bicep, gripping and keeping him close. it's not out of coincidence that he squirms a tiny bit beneath those thighs. ]

You are very mean. [ he breathes, laughing against eliot's ear in turn, the words pressed into the shell. he noses his neck softly, then drops a soft kiss against the fabric of his shirt at his shoulder. he smirks, fingers giving his waistband a gentle pull, as if reminding him where his hands could go, but are choosing to remain still. ]

It will be difficult to find your crush if you do that. It makes me think that maybe I am it, nie?

{ the little groan pietro emits draws out a soft chuckle from eliot. he sometimes anticipates it, even seeks it out, but then when it comes he’s always astonished. there’s something erotic about the way he can catch the brief hot air near his mouth. it’s a print of reality.

usually he’d cross the line and get it over with, to get them both off one way or another. two differences are stopping him. eliot isn’t usually one to sit on anyone’s lap. there’s something about the weight of someone on him that he likes better, but he’s also discovering pietro is yet again inspiring. he easily starts dragging his mouth along pietro’s neck until he’s met with his ear when he finds the kiss on his shoulder makes him visibly shiver.

he likes the taking time to slow down and explore one another on occasion, is another reason. first year eliot waugh would be judging him, but also even back then he had a buried desire to be close to someone like they’re currently doing. }

Am I? { his pants are tightening, but not uncomfortably. the light pressure is alluring as he runs the tip of his tongue along the shell of pietro’s ear, slowly, until he softly bites the outer and mumbles. }

It could be you. You’re in the running for sure. { then cheekily, } Top two at least. Where am I on yours?

Mm. Top two? Who is the second?

[ pietro thinks he might know - he'd seen the way eliot sat shoulder to shoulder with a quieter boy with longer hair. they must be close friends, pietro muses, and he finds himself a tiny bit jealous of the interaction. he has no one like that, not here, save for eliot who has settled in his lap. and can they be considered friends? or are they simply eager playmates.

he doesn't mind the arrangement either way.

pietro smirks, sighing at the way eliot's mouth travels his ear and his hands leave his waistband instead, sliding up into eliot's hair to give him a decisive tug down so their lips are nearly touching. ]

Then I will kiss you, hm? And then you may take it back to your second and see if he kisses as good. [ he gives another tug until their mouths slot together, pietro's tongue a needy slide along lips until he's licking eagerly into eliot's mouth, tangling with eliot's in a slow, sensual thing meant to burn and linger.

he will kiss the air out of eliot, he decides, so that the other boy might taste pietro on his lips instead. ]

Are you— { his words trail off, too hyper focused on pietro who has drawn in closer. he forgets his original intent of proclaiming crushes when the second is margo. voicing it would give away the game, and his truth.

eliot doesn’t do crushes. yet, pietro kisses him and he’s lost his concentration. his tongue eagerly settles to greet pietro’s mouth, inviting him to do as he seeks. their movements are undeniably needy, eliot managing to suckle on pietro’s tongue before deepening the allure of their kiss. slow, sensual, and with his knuckles nearly whitening from clutching pietro’s shirt too tightly, he teeters back with a half-dazed mumble. }

Not usually into it, but you being jealous is kind of hot. { his eyes flutter open, lips probably a deeper red. he pushes upon pietro’s chest and rises from his lap, standing up without so much as an effort. he picks up the marble from the table and slips it into pietro’s palm. his other hand pats a thigh. }

You win. Think of your reward.

{ eliot cheekily winks, then moves away, making his way towards the door. he didn’t answer pietro’s question, but if the kiss wasn't a clear bias, then he might have to put in more effort. he finds he actually would. they could be headed back to the party, or eliot’s room. pietro will just have to chase along and find out.

all eliot can promise is that at some point he fully intends to debauch pietro. it’s the way they play, trying to keep each other intrigued with what the next move will be. he wants the speedster to keep coming around, after all. }

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