“What was that?” Tony raises an eyebrow, grinding his dress shoe down against Peter’s soft cock. Only lifting up slightly to look at his work.
“Nothi-nothing,” Peter sobs, the tip of his cock an angry shade of red.
“Hm, no, I could’ve swore you said something, kid,” he
sometimes i think about the gracerocky truthers in the project hail mary universe.
people who believe there was something more between them based on the publicly released logs. imagine the absolute VALIDATION they'll have when earth finds out grace is alive and well on erid