ON MELANCHOLY HILL .

melancholy

rlly dumb vent/oneshot...tehe👉👈
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Thomas flips on a light, turning back to Peter with a shrug, "It could be worse, I guess."

Looking around the bedroom once the light was turned on, Peter smiles. The dim lights were light enough that they could see each other yet it wasn't too bright. He walks up to Thomas, grabbing hold of his hand once again. "your room is real nice."

The house was kind of cold but it was a lot better than being outside in the snow. "I love it." The redhead spoke, looking up at the teen, his teeth chattering.

"I promise you won't notice the cold once we get started." Thomas assures.

He unzips his jacket and threw it to the floor and sat down on his bed and reaches for Peter. He put his hands on the smaller teen's hips and brought him in closer. He lifts up Peter' jacket. revealing his small, bruised tummy. Thomas eyebrows furrow a bit in concern and he leaned forward, kissing the bruises gently. A small gasp escapes the smaller male as he reached up to move his fingers in Thomas' hair.

"O-oh T-Thomas," Peter whimpers, trying to reach to begin pulling off the blond's thin green shirt.

Thomas pulls back and lifts up his arms, smiling as he finishes pulling off his shirt. He looked over Peter's bruised body and frowns. He was covered in bruises. It almost made Thoma sick to his stomach. The sight made him nauseous. He hated seeing Peter's body like this.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks Peter, carefully looking over his fresh bruises and then glances back up at him. "I don't wanna hurt you more." His voice was gentle as he watched the teen with his sky-blue eyes.

Watching for a moment, Peter was silent. A weak smile appeared though, and he moved so that he was level with Thomas' face. "Tommy," He began, "You're amazing...being so sweet and gentle...I don't think you'll hurt me." He then leans in and kisses his lips softly. "I've never wanted anyone more than I want you." He told the taller teen. "I'm h-hard, I'm all leaky." He admits, "And I believe you'll treat me well."

Thomas placed his hands to Peter' face as gently as he could before pulling his face a little closer. He kisses him, pouring all of his emotions and feeling into the kiss. "I promise I'll be as careful as possible." He states between their lips. He put his hands back to Peter's hips and began to pull down his pants over his hips.

Peter smiles, trying to take off his pants. Once they were down, he looks directly in Thomas' eyes. "How d-do you w-want me?" He questioned. He watches Thomas intently, yearning for the other teen to touch him, to love him, to make love to him. He needed it. Thomas was the only person he'd trusted to love him the way Peter wanted to be loved.

Reaching up to stroke his face gently, Thomas bites his bottom lip, "I want to see your face." His voice was tender, rubbing his hands to soothe him. "Ride me?" He requests. "If you're okay with that?" He gave the smaller male a tender kiss on the lips.

Peter felt his face heat up, he suddenly felt shy but  his shaft twitched, wanting so badly to feel Thomas inside him. He wasn't a virgin by any means, though he knew that fact would surprise a lot of people. He's only been sexual with his previous foster family before, and that stopped as soon as he got away from them. Thomas was different though and he wanted tonight to be something special for the both of them.

"Thomas..." Peter mumbles as he moves his face to nuzzle against the blond's hand that stroked him. He pauses, almost like trying to find his own confidence. "Th-there's somethin' you....uh...need to know..." Peter trails off in thought, trying to find the best words for his next statement. He took in a deep breath and sighs, "I know you're aware...but...I'm....not a virgin..." He began. His face was burning, he couldn't believe he'd confessed it out loud with his own words. "A-and...I know you aren't too...but I understand if you don't want to do this..."