Anything with sex, and Peter and Matt please. I hope you love you new hair cut.
Matt thought that royal omegas were supposed to be shy and sweet and almost–pious in a way. But Peter is exactly none of those things. Well, he is sweet, but–Peter’s sweetness is much different when he wants. And Peter is absolutely shameless about wanting his husband.
“I am literally being read to by Foggy,” Matt says, bewildered, after Peter has made himself comfortable on his lap. Foggy has no idea how his friend managed to woo Peter, and he says so as he packs up his books. “What,” Matt says, and then is distracted by Peter sliding his hands down his chest. “Oh-!”
“Matt will meet up with you later, Foggy,” Peter promises him, reaching down to tug Matt’s shirt out of his pants.
“Peter at least wait until Foggy’s out of the room-!”
“Foggy’s out of the room!” Foggy calls from the doorway.
“Peter.”
Peter pulls Matt into a kiss before he can bitch at him, letting out a breathy little moan that he knows drives his husband crazy. Matt makes an annoyed sound before wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer, pressing their bodies together from chest to hip. Peter’s mouth is hot and wet and tastes like–cordials. Well, no wonder Peter was feeling frisky and didn’t care who saw; he was a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol and he had no problem showing affection while he was tipsy.
“What have I said about getting into the cordials before supper,” Matt murmurs after breaking the kiss.
Peter rubs his cheek over his shoulder like a cat. “‘m not a child. I can eat candy before supper.”
“It’s not because it’s candy, darling, it’s because it’s alcoholic.”
“Mm,” Peter agrees vaguely, pressing kisses to Matt’s neck.
“We should move this to the bedroom,” Matt suggests, even as he tilts his head to give the omega more space to nibble and kiss.
“Or we could stay right here,” Peter breathes into his ear, and yup, alright, Matt’s okay with that. Peter moans as Matt rolls his hips up into him, thighs spreading a little further. “Oh, oh, Matt.”
Matt pushes Peter’s breeches down, fingers lingering on the lace of his panties. “So wet for me already,” he murmurs, fingertips trailing over the wet patch between his omega’s cheeks. “How long did it take you to find me, honey?”
“Candyyyy,” Peter whines, pressing down on his fingers. Matt laughs a little, hand slipping under the omega’s panties, two fingers sliding over his wet hole before pressing in. Peter wails and clings to him, pressing back onto his fingers. “Matt! Matt! I need you, please!”
Matt kisses him more to keep him quiet than anything else. He helps Peter get his own breeches open and groans when Peter draws his cock out of them. “You gonna say something embarrassing about my soft hands?” Peter asks, kissing his cheek.
“Mmmmfuck it’s like getting stroked off by silk,” Matt answers immediately, and Peter groans.
“Matt, why.”
“’cause I can feel how hot you’re blushing whenever I say it.” Matt presses the back of his hand to Peter’s red cheek, smiling.
Peter mutters to himself, embarrassed as predicted. His muttering is cut off as Matt slides into him. “Oh!”
Matt clutches at his hips, groans, presses his forehead to Peter’s shoulder. Peter’s always so tight and hot and slick that Matt fears for his sanity, sometimes. “So sweet for me, darling,” Matt murmurs into his ear. “Always dripping wet for me. Makes me actually believe that I’m attractive.”
Peter gasps and tilts his head back, shuddering, as the alpha rocks up into him. “Oh-! You’re so handsome, honey, I can’t believe you chose me when you could’ve had your pick–”
Matt snorts in disbelief, pulling him closer. “If you say so, your highness.”
“Matt,” Peter whines. “I hate it when you call me that-!”
“Why, because it reminds you of when you withheld your status from me?”
Peter opens his mouth to retort with… something, but then Matt gives him a bounce that has him moaning loudly. “Oh!” It goes quicker than Peter wants, Matt’s knot butting up against him, and he whines pitifully. “Matt, come on, please–”
“We’re out in the open,” Matt says reasonably. “Wouldn’t want anyone to find you like this. I’d hate for you to have to go live with your parents again.”
Peter frowns, confused. “Live with my parents again?”
“After I’m executed for murdering anyone that happens upon us,” Matt explains, then clutches the omega’s hips tight enough to bruise and yanks him down on his knot.
Peter nearly chokes, eyes wide. “Ohmahgod.”
Matt pulls Peter up against him again, taking his turn to rub his cheek up and down the omega’s shoulder, pausing to press feathery-soft kisses against his throat. “Stay out of the cordials before supper, Peter.”
“No,” Peter answers petulantly. “I will eat cordials whenever I please. In fact they’re all I’m going to eat ever again.” Matt leans back, jaw dropped in disbelief. Peter frowns after a moment. “Would you still love me if I was fat?”
“You’re not eating candy for your only sustenance,” Matt says sternly. “You’ll get scurvy.”
“Not if I eat the citrus ones!” Peter points out.
Matt scowls. “Peter.”
“Foggyyyyyy,” Peter whines when they stumble out of the library. “Matt won’t let me eat candy.”
“Rude,” Foggy replies gamely.
Matt sighs loudly. “I’m not letting him eat candy for the entirety of his meals. He’ll get scurvy.”
“Not if he eats the citrus ones,” Foggy points out. Peter cheers. Matt gives Foggy the most angry look his friend has ever seen. “Uh. But. You should still probably eat a vegetable or something,” Foggy adds quickly. “And meat.”
“You guys just don’t want me to be happy,” Peter wails.
“Peter,” Matt sighs.
Foggy smiles a little. “I don’t know, Matt, he’s kinda cute when he’s tipsy.”
Matt is about to snap at him because Peter is his omega but then Peter sniffs and looks at Foggy with disdain and says “I’m always cute,” and the sound Foggy lets out is so offended that Matt laughs instead.
