Flash Me Blue

They were finally getting some quiet, just sitting back on the couch making out. 

Peter in Chris’ lap, driving him absolutely bonkers with his kissing skills. 

All too soon the simple grinding against each other was not enough. 

Peter was kissing down Chris’ neck, sucking a mark right under his ear, making Chris moan and grip Peter even tighter around the ass. 

Peter looked up, finger rubbing over the tender spot, pleased smirk in place. 

- Fucker. - Chris let out a breathy chuckle, pulling Peter back in another kiss. 

After a bit more making out, Peter slid out of Chris’ lap to the floor, resting between his legs. 

It felt so damn good to get his dick free and Peter's hand around it. 

They hadn't gotten this far before but fuck, Chris was so ready, aching for Peter. 

Peter licked him all over before trailing his tongue around the tip. 

He placed hot open mouth kisses down the length, nudging at Chris’ balls with his nose, just breathing him in. 

He rose back up, letting the hard dick rub against his cheek covered in five o clock shadow. 

The sensation drove Chris crazy, making him buckle in his seat and grab at Peter's hair, just needing to hold on to something. 

He didn't even know that something so simple could feel so good against his dick. 

Peter trailed his cheek back down, abandoning Chris’ dick in favor of playing with his balls. 

By the time Peter pulled back up, licking the underside vein, Chris felt like he was melting, so oversensitive already. 

Peter licked off the beading pre-come from the tip, closing his eyes and letting out a moan as if that had been the tastiest thing in the world. 

Chris cursed, not being able to take his eyes off Peter. 

Peter started by sucking only the tip, even that sent shots of electric pleasure up Chris’ spine. 

He swore that he could come from just that but then Peter actually sucked him down, the head hitting the back of his neck. 

Chris’ eyes rolled at the back of his head from how intense the pleasure was. 

But he needed to see Peter hollowing his cheeks and starting to suck him in earnest, all teasing gone, just needing it just as much. 

Any other blowjob (there weren't that many in all honesty) seemed so shitty compared to whatever Peter was doing. 

It was so hard to stay quiet and that alone surprised Chris because he had never been vocal while doing anything sexual. 

But now Peter was sucking moan after moan right out of him. 

Chris didn't even have time to warn Peter before he was shooting right down his throat, both hands clenched in Peter's hair, one mostly cradling his hollowed cheek. 

Peter bowed his back and moaned loudly, his eyes falling shut. 

Chris sagged back against the couch cushion, trying to catch his breath. 

Sure that if all sex with Peter will be this intense, it will be the death of him. A very pleasurable death. 

Peter licked up every last drop, cleaning Chris up. 

- Shit, lemme. - Chris croaked out, reaching to help Peter up. 

He wasn't sure if he could return the blowjob but he could at least jack Peter off. 

But Peter simply climbed in his lap, held Chris’ face in his hands and kissed him, sharing the intoxicating taste of them. 

Chris reached down between them to find that Peter wasn't hard anymore. 

He pulled back frowning but Peter just shrugged almost shyly. 

- Couldn't help myself, when you came like that, damn, pulled me right over the edge. - Peter's cheeks were tinted pink. 

Chris stared at him in disbelief. 

Peter had enjoyed sucking him so much that he had come himself, without even as much as a stroke. 

Chris crushed their lips back together. 

Allie was staying with Talia and Hale pack for the night. 

Some baby sleep party happening. 

Chris suspected that it was just an excuse to give him and Peter a whole night alone without making them feel bad about it. 

They both loved that baby girl so much and wanted to spend as much time as possible with her. 

But they also craved some alone time. 

Especially since they had decided that they were fully ready for the next step. 

After all playing around, they still had no idea what was their preference but for now Peter was enjoying being on the bottom. 

Chris had never thought how fucking much he could love having something in his ass but after first time when Peter had slipped a finger inside to brush his prostate, it was all bets off, he couldn't get enough. 

Peter loved spending all their free time just fingering Chris, spreading him open and getting him oversensitive. 

Chris couldn't even imagine how much better it will feel once Peter will fuck him. 

But today it was Peter's turn. 

Chris loved worshiping his body, pouring out all his feelings through kisses, sucks and touches. 

He couldn't get enough of the delicate sounds Peter would make, his fingers grabbing Chris wherever he could reach. 

He was already so fucking in love with the man. 

Peter was thrusting on Chris’ fingers, four already deep inside. 

He looked absolutely gorgeous spread out like that, desperate for more, flushed, hair a mess. 

Chris squeezed the base of his own dick, not wanting to come before they had gotten all the way in. 

He slowly removed his fingers, adding some more lube over the condom. 

He couldn't take his eyes off Peter while slowly sinking inside. 

It was a piece of art. 

Peter throwing his head back, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut, one hand gripping Chris forearm while the other twisted the sheets. 

The heat and tightness was almost too much. 

He finally stopped when he was balls pressed against that delicious butt, just sucking in breath after breath. 

Peter still had his eyes squeezed shut as if it hurt. 

Chris rubbed his hand up Peter's stomach and chest, cupping his cheek. 

- Alright, love? - He couldn't hide the tint of worry in his voice. 

What if he had done something wrong? Hurt Peter in the way. 

Peter let out a woosh of breath, nodding but still not opening his eyes. 

- You can move, fuck, please move. - He pulled Chris even closer, kissing him hotly. 

Chris gripped Peter's hip with one hand to steady them, starting to move slowly, agonizingly slowly, just exploring the new sensation of being inside Peter, studying every smallest twitch in Peter, living for the smallest sounds tumbling over his parted lips. 

Only thing he was missing was Peter looking at him. 

Why wasn't Peter looking at him? 

He thrusted a bit harsher, even deeper, nailing Peter's prostate judging by the way Peter bowed up from the bed, his blunt nails sinking into Chris’ shoulder. 

- Look at me. - Chris made the same thrust. - Look at me. -

He gripped Peter's hip even tighter, possibly leaving marks behind but he just craved for Peter to just fucking look at him. 

He fucked in him harshly, again and again, moans filling the room, Peter's nails scratching over his back. 

- Look at me. - Chris growled, earning a whine from Peter, his eyes finally snapping open. 

And burning electric blue. 

A shot of strong emotions ran through Chris, stilling him only for a second before he started to fuck Peter with even bigger rush. 

It was overwhelming sense to know that he was giving Peter so much pleasure that the man couldn't control his wolf side. 

It was thrilling. 

Heightening. 

Sensing how it was driving Chris on, Peter let fully go, letting his eyes burn blue and just drinking Chris in. 

Peter clenched down on Chris’, bowing up from the bed, letting out a low growl like moan mixed with Chris’ name as he shot between them. 

Chris couldn't take his eyes off Peter, committing the sight to memory. 

He looked down to see the last drops of come shooting out of Peter's dick, landing between them. 

Then he pulled back a bit more to watch Peter clench around him, milking him as he came deeply inside Peter. 

He fell forward, ready to just roll to the side but Peter pulled him on top of himself, his hole still squeezing around Chris. 

Chris pressed his face against Peter's neck, trying to catch his breath while breathing them both in. 

Peter trailed his fingers up and down Chris’ back, grinning like a satisfied cat who got the cream. Or Chris should say a wolf who got a bone. 

When they finally pulled apart, getting up to take a shower, Peter hugged him from behind while the water heated up, trailing kisses over the side of Chris’ neck, not caring about sweat. 

- I can't wait to do that again only without a condom between us. Wanted to feel you come deeply inside me, mark me up from inside. - Peter trailed his hands over Chris’ front, even brushing his fingers over Chris' twitching dick. 

- Fuck. I need at least a couple minutes rest. - Chris groaned, leaning even more against Peter, enjoying the sensational touches. 

Peter kissed him on the cheek, getting in the shower and pulled Chris in with him. 

- I'm sorry for scratching your back. - But he was smiling, already picking up a shampoo to wash Chris’ hair. 

- Who knows what I will do by pure accident when you finally fuck me. - Chris smirked at the clouded look of pure want crossing Peter's face. 

Peter groaned while Chris laughed, pulling his boyfriend into another kiss. 

He was so glad that they had all night because he already couldn't wait to go again. 

There simply wasn't such a thing as getting enough of this man.