⠀
a laugh, wrapping arms ‘round
the other boy’s waist. pressing
another kiss to peter’s nose.
“ missed ya’, love, “ harry had
mumbled underneath his breath.
⠀
⠀
⠀ it’s then than pete curls his arms
⠀ around a slim and slender waist
⠀ line. smiling softly as he pulls the
⠀ boy onto his thighs. nodding his
⠀ head. “hi, pretty boy.”
⠀
⠀
it wasn’t something they could
just overcome, harry thinks. he
wouldn’t ever want to, god knows.
he’s content right then to smile
sleepily at his lover, humming.
“ hi there, parker. “
⠀⠀
⠀
⠀ how could they not ¸ᐣ ⠀pete just
⠀ knew in his heart that he’d never
⠀ be able to overcome that feeling,
⠀ constantly being in love with harry
⠀ osborn did that to him. kept that
⠀ smile form against lips as he speaks
⠀ next. “mmh. hello to you too, har.”
⠀
⠀
even after all these years, he
and peter both still get that
feeling in the pits of their ribs.
only pulling away to knock
foreheads together, thumbing
over a jawline appreciatively.
⠀
⠀
⠀ n’ that, as always, is where his stomach
⠀ turns. parting lips to allow for words
⠀ to seep against them, and returning
⠀ the felt touch with another press
⠀ against pinks. nodding his head,
⠀ mumbling the phrase in return.
⠀
⠀
⠀ there’s a surprises sort of noise,
⠀ peter slightly out of it — half in
⠀ a nap where he’s sat, before a
⠀ smile wipes against his features,
⠀ turning his head to press brims
⠀ against harry’s.
⠀