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Peter could feel the brush of Stiles’ finger down his side, looping up across his back and then down again to snake across his hip. The young man, laying in bed behind his curled back, was clearly trying to be gentle - but somehow the light touch was more annoying.
‘Stiles’ he growled, swatting his hand away and scrunching his eyes against the early morning light piercing through the shades.
‘Morning old man’ Stiles said, amusement in his voice. He sounded like he had been awake for a while. He also sounded very satisfied, which made Peter swell with pride - he had been pretty spectacular last night. His mind flashed back to him and Stiles, tumbling through his apartment door, grabbing and pushing at each other, desperate to touch and taste, both equally surprised and delighted that this was a thing that was happening between them. A thing that felt both sudden and a long time coming. Which neither of them had been, a long time coming that was. Peter grinned to himself at his pun, and the memory of the second and the third times, which had been slower and savoured.
‘Hmm, you weren’t complaining about my age last night’ He drawled out, the grumpiness dialled back a bit by the memories. Stiles gave a little satisfied hum in return, and once against started to trace an invisible line across Peter’s waist.
This time Peter grabbed the hand, at the same time swiftly laying flat on his back and yanking Stiles halfway across his chest, so that, having reluctantly opened his eyes, they were staring up into Stiles’ slightly stunned golden-hazel pools.
‘What. Are. You. Doing?’ He bit out, slow and low, and gravelly - pleased to see a flush of mixed embarrassment and arousal stain Stiles’ beautiful pale skin in response.
‘Moles!’ Stiles exclaimed, breaking Peter’s study. Peter quirked a questioning eyebrow at him. ‘You have moles!’ he said, his face lit up with delight. Peter looked down between them, were their chests were pressed together, and then looked back up at Stiles. ‘Well yes darling, I do, but considering you’re not exactly deficient in the mole department, I’m a bit surprised that you are this excited about them.'
‘Well, yeah, but I’ve never really got it before when people told me they liked my moles, I just thought they were being nice or whatever, but seeing yours…' he trailed off as he looked down at Peter’s chest. ‘Well you know, I kind of get it now. I just want to touch. And kiss. And join them up to make rude pictures.' At this last statement he raised his eyes back to Peter's, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. ‘And besides, I’m not deficient in the dick department either, but I’m still excited to see yours.'
Peter groaned and rolled his eyes at Stiles’s massive grin. ‘Pleased with that one are you’ he said and Stiles smirked and nodded. ‘Wait, so that’s why I’m awake at the crack of dawn?’ Peter asked, grumpy again as realisation hit, ‘because you’ve been drawing dicks on me?'
‘Dude, give me more credit- not just dicks, balls and butts too. And there’s a beautiful scatter of freckles across your back which I can kind of spell out 'fuck' with.’ The last word came out with a squeak, as Peter decided he’d heard enough, and flipped Stiles onto his back, pinning his arms to the side and straddling his thighs.
‘What the hell?’ Stiles yelped, slightly breathless, and, Peter was pleased to see, more than a little aroused at the manhandling.
Now it was Peter’s turn to smirk, as he grinned down at Stiles, then shifted his gaze further down to study the dark moles against alabaster skin. ‘Oh well darling, I think now it’s my turn to create some artwork’ he said, lowering himself down Stiles’ body, keeping his hands pinned, until he had angled himself above the first of a line of moles that started on Stiles’ hip bone. He flicked his eyes back to Stiles, flashing him another wicked grin, then bowed his head down, pressed his lips against warm skin, and began to suck hard.
Stiles gasped, his back arching at the contact. ‘No fair, I didn’t leave any marks!' Peter chuckled into his skin, not answering, just moving onto the next mole.