Peter glided down the quiet hall, every step smooth, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips, one hand covering them as he chuckled, looking back as Abel followed.
"After all that... unicorn polo analysis, I think we should continue this ‘training’ elsewhere," he said, voice low, teasing.
He extended a hand, just enough charm to be impossible to resist. "I insist. And I promise, this will be far more... instructive than watching sparkling hooves on the field."
With a tilt of his head and a playful glint in his eye, he drifted toward the door, wings brushing softly against the frame, every movement polished, deliberate
This man was utterly ridiculous and that's one of the many reasons that he can't keep away from him and gladly indulges in their mutual nonsense. While he might be soft to many people, Peter was... different. Not that either of them really had put a name on it, leaving everyone else bewildered.
But it was moments like these that he didn't mind, grin playing on his lips as he casually follows the other man, head tilting curiously.
"Oh? So we can discuss it more in depth?" He quickly responds, amusement clear in his own tone. Not does he remotely try and resist that hand extended to him, delicately taking it and leaving their fingers together as if that's how they absolutely should always be.
How he fell so hard for this man, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to complain, either. Heaven is eternal and it gives them all the time in the world. Even as he follows those ridiculous movements. "At your mercy~" He may later regret that, but worth it.
Peter’s grin widened, a sparkle of mischief dancing in his eyes.
"At your mercy, you say?" He tilted his head, letting a teasing laugh escape. "I think you vastly underestimate how prepared I can be, Abel."
Fingers still intertwined, giving a little squeeze of his hand. Peter leaned just slightly closer, voice low, melodic, and deliberately provocative. "Bu... I suppose if you insist on testing my... patience, I shan’t resist too hard."
Every step he took was deliberate, wings brushing softly, halo glinting, radiating that impossible mix of charm, confidence, and his charming Saint Peter flair, before turning a corner and pressing his own back to the wall, tugging Abel in close with the momentum of them rounding the corner, drawing him in close and wrapping his arms around Abel's neck.
"Shhhh~ I have to steal a kiss before we go further ~ I simply can't go on without one~" Acting up, all dramatic like he might faint. "It's for good luck!"
Oh no, he knows what that look means and he's huffing softly before he even says anything, but his grin never fades. "Do I? If I did I wouldn't have agreed to this in the first place, Peter~" He's more than aware of how prepared the angel could and would be. In fact, he'd betted on it. Metaphorically, of course. "But I mean it in all ways." Whatever way he pushed, he'd comply easily to. Whatever thing his brain wanted to indulge in this time, one of the bonuses of how flexible he was.
It's almost sinful how easily he gets under his skin, quickly squeezing his hand in turn and letting out a soft huff of breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as he leaned closer and spoke. Entirely and completely under his spell by this point. No words needed for banter when it was clear enough by his reactions what he felt about testing his patience.
Absolutely radiant is how he would describe him, golden eyes fixated on every move of the man, normally relaxed wings twitching at the tips in a form of anticipation. Normal flair, sure, but he knew there was more behind it all.
Especially as he's taken off guard by the pull, laughing softly once he feels those arms around his neck and ducks in further to press his forehead to his, smile soft and loose.
"You only need ask~" Not that he's giving him what he wants yet, lingering so close to his lips but just far enough away to deny. "Is that what you want?" He'll have to properly say it again while they're like this, if he can. Especially with Abel's free hand resting on Peter's hip.
Of course, he knows what that look means! Abel is the one who helped Peter invent it! His bright blue eyes practically sparkled like stardust as he stared into the swirling gold of Abel's. Peter sighed softly, that dreamy look in his expression as his man pressed their foreheads together. The Saint let his eyes close softly then, pursing his lips and humming a pleased sound-- only to crack one eye open, and Abel didn't claim a kiss. "Hm?" Blushing and letting his shoulders pull in a little, fingers playing with Abel's soft golden hair at the back of his head as he gave him a coy look.
Oh, so he wanted to be wanted was it? Okay then~
Nodding his head fast a few times, looking like a puppy dog begging for a bone- which, in a waaay~ he was- "Thats exha-kuh! -ahem- s'cuse me." Clearing his throat after his voice broke when he tried to remain composued but goodness, it was hard with Abel's hand on his hip like that. And to make it worse, a couple of the Virtue Choir floated past, looking and whispering something about look at them! At it again! and in the Golden Hallways too! Shouldn't he be minding the Gates?
Peter couldn't help but grin, then giggle, before nuzzling his nose against Abel's. "Mhm~ That is exactly what I want, Abel. I want a kiss~ Maybe two even! And then I want to go back to your chambers so you can teach me how to ride like the wild horses you mentioned." Oh, you best believe he did in fact just say that out loud!
There was something about the confusion that gets a small giggle out of him off all things, knowing full well that he threw the Saint off his composed game. The fact he could still surprise him like this would never not tickle him, while steady and easy to understand on a surface level, it was deeper that people found the more complex parts.
The damn Choir. He heard the comments, of course he does, but what does it matter when they're allowed to do as they will? The point was to be happy here, wasn't it? Even while taking breaks like this they still did their jobs.
But his annoyance at the peanut gallery slips away when Peter's speaking again and his little nuzzles. Right, this was important.
Until he's saying that and he's sucking in a breath and trying to ground himself again. Suddenly he's glad there's so much loose clothing on him, but he's certain Peter already knows. "Depends on how you want to ride, I think." Before he can respond he's quick to steal a proper kiss, lingering there longer than he probably should in a mostly public space. Let them talk, he could not care less.
Abel had a good game! Peter appreciated and respected it! It was hard to throw him off composure usually being the first face that Winners see when they arrive in Heaven, meant Peter was always composed and friendly, after all, sometimes people didn't even know where they were when they showed up at the gates. And yeah, Abel made that cheerful, concierge stutter and go vacant with a look or a word or a touch~
The irony of the Choir passing judgment on these two was rich, considering Abel's dad had slept with over half of them by now! At least Peter and Abel weren't trying to act virtuous; they were letting their love show, unapologetically, because of the joy it brought them! After this was Heaven, you were encouraged to be happy!
Nuzzling back, Peter leans in from against the wall, pressing his slim body flush against Abel, his eyebrows rising when he was kissed, but not because he didn't expect it, but because he could feel something hidden beneath Abel's loose fit robes. "Oh my~ Abel... Um, ahaha goodness~" Biting his lip and whispering close to hi lovers ear. "Christ has risen, I see? Well~ So have I~ my gosh." Giggling, kissing the shell of Abel's ear, moving a leg between theirs just to feel a naughty little friction. "Hmm, how do I want to ride? No, no, how do you want me to ride?"
This was Heaven and at least Abel isn't his dad when it comes to moments like this. It had taken perhaps longer than necessary for Peter to even get him to hold hands simply because he'd wanted to make sure this was what he had wanted. And everything from then on had taken conversation and reassurance that he still wanted him. Not that it was terribly surprising that Abel hadn't believed someone would actually want him like this. Thankfully that time had since passed when it came to the Saint.
Those stupid words may have put anyone else off but it's just something about him that gets a breathless laugh out of the angel instead. "Think he'd appreciate you using his name like that for such a situation?" Not that he cared, but it was hard to not respond. Even if his response and any further words were lost in the back of his throat with that damn leg and kissing of his ear.
A low whine manages to slip past his lips, attempting to press more against him for that delicious friction. "I told you I'm at your mercy and I meant it." In fact, he'll punctuate his point by squeezing his hip and guiding him back so he can lightly nibble his lower lip with a low hum.
Oh God no! Thank the Almighty, Abel was nothing at all like The First Man! He scared the heavenly shit out of Peter. No, Abel was perfect~ Soft and considerate, kind and compassionate, and his hair smelt so good~ His lips tasted sweet too, and his mouth was so hot-- Okay, Peter's thoughts were fast falling into the gutter at this rate! Abel's hand squeezing his hip? The sound he made when he gasped that cute little breath like that?
Peter tried to hold back the laughter when Abel gently chastised him for bringing his old roadtrip buddy, JC, into things. Shaking his head before hiding it on Abel's shoulder. "No, I think he'd be embarrassed, and I'd get a telling off~" Fuuuuck seeing and hearing Abel laugh just then though? Peter smiled tenderly and cupped his face fondly, before blinking at what Abel said next... Face flushing gold as he shivered at the lip nibbling kiss.
"Okay, fuck this," Peter said suddenly as he squirmed his way out of Abel's arms, only to grab his hand again and drag him with a flap of wings, down the hall, round the corner and into the empty boardroom.
Oh, there were many things that were very much in the gutter that the former shepherd was allowing to run through his mind. The only difference was he had a better filter and more patience despite everything.
"I can't blame him for either thing~" JC was a stronger man than him for being able to put up with Peter's brand of nonsense. Oh, oh he liked that reaction out of him and can't help but grin. He's too cute for his own good, if anyone asked Abel.
What he doesn't expect is the next move, those words and being forcibly dragged into an empty boardroom. He'd normally complain that this would get them caught but right now?
He doesn't care as he reaches out to grab his hip again to pull him close in a much sloppier and almost desperate kiss. Fuck it, who cares if someone walked in at this point.
Peter wasn't exactly thinking about where they were; he just wanted to feel some friction to ease the tension building between them. He chuckled, shook his head and rolled his eyes as Abel spoke, and gave him an ever so slightly apprehensive look as he closed the door to the boardroom behind them. Nervous that Abel was going to object to them getting up to anything that wasn't PG13 in the place he has his super serious meetings in... After all, how are they going to be able to keep a straight face in here next time Sera calls a meeting, and all they can both do is stare at the golden stains they might have left on the cusions of the chairs...??
"Oof--eheh~" Peter blinks all wide-eyed in awe of his boyfriend, the moment he grabs one of those slim hips and pulls him. A shiver runs through him ending in a delighted sigh, Peter just loved it when Abel grabbed him like that. Others might not ever see it or feel it, but there was strength in those arms, controlled, cautious stranght and Peter was into it.
Abel's clumsy kiss has them bumping teeth, making Peter giggle as he cups both hands at the side of Abel's face, tracing his thumbs across their bottom lip between kisses, humming a pleased sound before he slides his hands down Abel's chest and lightly pushes him back unto he either bumps into a table or chair, Peter dones't care what, he just wants this big dork of a man to sit his fine ass down so he can climb him.
Honestly, it'd keep Abel's attention more if they left stains in here, not that he would ever tell Sera or anyone else about that. It would be their dirty little secret at the end of the day and be one good distraction in a boring meeting if needed.
Just because he was on the larger side of things didn't mean he didn't have strength in him. Strength didn't mean chiseled and ripped abs, after all. He could, in theory, pick Peter up like it was nothing, but he was gentle and only moved him as needed.
A messy and spontaneous kiss was just them at this point and when he cups his cheeks he's lightly leaning into one of his palms with a pleased hum.
Luckily he's easily guided back against the table and when he bumps into it he's grabbing those same hips to stop him and place his forehead to his once again. "How?" How do you want him, Peter?
Oh fuck no! Peter would never tell anyone! He would be mortified, for both himself and Abel... Also, wouldn't want to get his man in any trouble, you know? Still, how naughty he'd feel every time he passed a mark they left together... No, Peter, stop thinking about it...
The fact that Abel was a little larger was one of the things Peter thought was so fuckin sexy, he couldn't even lie about that if he tried. Abel's skin was so soft and warm, he loved cuddling up against him, loved the little bumps that showed in his robes when he sat or stood a certain way; it was the most attractive thing to him. His well-fed lamb, the third man to ever exist, after all, 1st the worst, 2nd the best? And 3rd, the one he fell in love with~ But yes, Peter was well aware of Abel's strength, well aware of how he could toss him around like a ragdoll should he want to. It was hot that he could, hotter that he wouldn't unless asked to.
Peter smiled adoringly at Abel as he rested his face in his palm. Peter tipped his head aside, and that perfect blond curl of his hair bounced a little. "Lay down... Or sit..." As he said that, Peter blushed deeply, feeling under his own robes, fishing around for a moment before letting his underwear drop to the floor around his feet. "Please?"
Just because they're in Heaven doesn't mean they can't indulge in a little sin every so often. Who's going to say anything when they're as disgustingly in love as they are?
At least someone thought that because he still, in the back of his mind, thought that he would never compare to the others. But Peter picked him over anyone else and that had meant the world to him. No trying to change him, no saying what could be fixed, just accepted him as he was. And, really, that was the hottest thing about it all to him.
Honestly, he could stay like that forever if he was allowed. But his gorgeous boyfriend asked him to do something and he's going to oblige. Mostly. "On my back or front if I lay down?" He's sure he knows, but he may also be a little distracted by looking at that underwear as it drops. If he hadn't been told to do something else he already would have been on his knees in front of him.
Exactly! And besides, if Abel's old man could get away with murder, then what's a little sodomy between two best friends madly in love with each other?
Peter would give him a line face and raise a brow if he ever said anything along those lines to him. Abel was the hottest guy in Heaven, according to Peter, and that's saying a lot because in Heaven, everyone is hot! It was more than that, though. Abel's body was amazing, his smile, his heart, everything about him just made Peter feel so blessed to be his. He couldn't believe Abel picked him!
Swallowing thickly as he was asked that. Hmmm... Don't make him think on the spot! He thought he was going to just get ontop and work those slender hips, but Abel giving him the option (like he always did ) had visions of sliding up behind him and sinking between those-- Ahem! "Your back...I eh...I had a need I just have to itch, Abel... All that talk of Unicorn polo and riding and... yeeeaah " Blushing deeply as he gave Abel a nervous look.
Exactly. It's not even like they're just having sex to have it, they have feelings for each other!
One of these days he'll have better self esteem, but for now he's more distracted by his boyfriend having a boner because of him and that will never not amaze him.
Especially not when he's acting like that and he's dragging him back into a quick and messy kiss before wiggling to get into the table, casually wiggling to pull his robes up and pulling his own underwear off and onto the floor before laying back. He hadn't been lying about how hard he'd been, a sharp intake of breath coming as he feels the air on his poor straining dick. "You didn't have to explain~ I just needed to make sure I was in the right spot."
He really was taking this horse thing seriously, huh? "Going to show me how much of an expert rider you are?"
Goodness no! Only troublemakers do stuff like that! Not these boys! No, sir, these boys are wholesome and soft... Well, neither of them is soft at the moment. Quite the opposite, in fact.
One of these days, Peter hopes so too, but until then, he's not going to stop finding him perfect, desiring him as he does now.
Peter flushes in the apples of his cheeks at that. He might be the loudest of them, but he felt shy saying such things, so when Abel gently confirms there was no need, Peter gives him a flustered pout and playfully nips at his bottom lip before pulling away.
Looking over his lover as he lay there, cock standing tall and proud, Abel's adorable face looking down the table at Peter, the Saint made a square shape with his fingers and closed an eye, looking through them, pretending he was taking a snapshot. "Saving that for later~" He sang with a chuckle before scrambling up on his knees onto the table above Abel. Taking his hand to steady himself before biting his lips and sitting straddled over his boyfriend. As he lowered into a sitting position, Peter's cock rubbed over Abel's, sliding down the underside of the shaft, his robes hiding it, but the very lewd image of two protruding shapes hitched the fabric like a tent.
"Hey, Abe, baby, can you open a portal to ummm.. where... hmm.. " Tapping a finger off his bottom lip as he thought. "Oh! Yeah! To the left-hand side of my bed, please? Thanks~" Leaning down to give him a quick peck to the lips, excitement growing in his wide blue eyes as he waited. There was a really nice bottle of lube in his bedside table, see.
His pouting is never not cute, in his opinion and he can't help a soft laugh as he nips his lower lip. He won't have reason to pout much longer, if he had to guess.
Not can he help but wiggle a little in both anticipation and a hint of embarrassment with the gold on his cheeks while Peter sizes him up like a picture. He still doesn't quite understand how someone would like him like this, but he's long since learned complaining about it won't get him anywhere.
Thankfully he doesn't have to wait long as his boyfriend climbs into the table to straddle him, back arching off the table asking with his hips to try and get more friction between their dicks with a whine caught in his throat.
When Peter speaks again is when he pulls his brain back together, brain processing before he nods quickly and makes that portal faster than he's ever made one before. He's certain he knows exactly what he's going for and the wait is absolutely killing the angel. "You're going to have to be quieter than normal so no one hears us, you know~"
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Date: 2026-02-25 09:59 pm (UTC)"After all that... unicorn polo analysis, I think we should continue this ‘training’ elsewhere," he said, voice low, teasing.
He extended a hand, just enough charm to be impossible to resist. "I insist. And I promise, this will be far more... instructive than watching sparkling hooves on the field."
With a tilt of his head and a playful glint in his eye, he drifted toward the door, wings brushing softly against the frame, every movement polished, deliberate
Of course I do~
Date: 2026-02-25 10:06 pm (UTC)But it was moments like these that he didn't mind, grin playing on his lips as he casually follows the other man, head tilting curiously.
"Oh? So we can discuss it more in depth?" He quickly responds, amusement clear in his own tone. Not does he remotely try and resist that hand extended to him, delicately taking it and leaving their fingers together as if that's how they absolutely should always be.
How he fell so hard for this man, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to complain, either. Heaven is eternal and it gives them all the time in the world. Even as he follows those ridiculous movements. "At your mercy~" He may later regret that, but worth it.
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Date: 2026-02-25 10:18 pm (UTC)"At your mercy, you say?" He tilted his head, letting a teasing laugh escape. "I think you vastly underestimate how prepared I can be, Abel."
Fingers still intertwined, giving a little squeeze of his hand. Peter leaned just slightly closer, voice low, melodic, and deliberately provocative. "Bu... I suppose if you insist on testing my... patience, I shan’t resist too hard."
Every step he took was deliberate, wings brushing softly, halo glinting, radiating that impossible mix of charm, confidence, and his charming Saint Peter flair, before turning a corner and pressing his own back to the wall, tugging Abel in close with the momentum of them rounding the corner, drawing him in close and wrapping his arms around Abel's neck.
"Shhhh~ I have to steal a kiss before we go further ~ I simply can't go on without one~" Acting up, all dramatic like he might faint. "It's for good luck!"
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Date: 2026-02-25 10:48 pm (UTC)It's almost sinful how easily he gets under his skin, quickly squeezing his hand in turn and letting out a soft huff of breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as he leaned closer and spoke. Entirely and completely under his spell by this point. No words needed for banter when it was clear enough by his reactions what he felt about testing his patience.
Absolutely radiant is how he would describe him, golden eyes fixated on every move of the man, normally relaxed wings twitching at the tips in a form of anticipation. Normal flair, sure, but he knew there was more behind it all.
Especially as he's taken off guard by the pull, laughing softly once he feels those arms around his neck and ducks in further to press his forehead to his, smile soft and loose.
"You only need ask~" Not that he's giving him what he wants yet, lingering so close to his lips but just far enough away to deny. "Is that what you want?" He'll have to properly say it again while they're like this, if he can. Especially with Abel's free hand resting on Peter's hip.
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Date: 2026-02-25 11:08 pm (UTC)Oh, so he wanted to be wanted was it? Okay then~
Nodding his head fast a few times, looking like a puppy dog begging for a bone- which, in a waaay~ he was- "Thats exha-kuh! -ahem- s'cuse me." Clearing his throat after his voice broke when he tried to remain composued but goodness, it was hard with Abel's hand on his hip like that. And to make it worse, a couple of the Virtue Choir floated past, looking and whispering something about look at them! At it again! and in the Golden Hallways too! Shouldn't he be minding the Gates?
Peter couldn't help but grin, then giggle, before nuzzling his nose against Abel's. "Mhm~ That is exactly what I want, Abel. I want a kiss~ Maybe two even! And then I want to go back to your chambers so you can teach me how to ride like the wild horses you mentioned." Oh, you best believe he did in fact just say that out loud!
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Date: 2026-02-25 11:17 pm (UTC)The damn Choir. He heard the comments, of course he does, but what does it matter when they're allowed to do as they will? The point was to be happy here, wasn't it? Even while taking breaks like this they still did their jobs.
But his annoyance at the peanut gallery slips away when Peter's speaking again and his little nuzzles. Right, this was important.
Until he's saying that and he's sucking in a breath and trying to ground himself again. Suddenly he's glad there's so much loose clothing on him, but he's certain Peter already knows. "Depends on how you want to ride, I think." Before he can respond he's quick to steal a proper kiss, lingering there longer than he probably should in a mostly public space. Let them talk, he could not care less.
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Date: 2026-02-25 11:58 pm (UTC)The irony of the Choir passing judgment on these two was rich, considering Abel's dad had slept with over half of them by now! At least Peter and Abel weren't trying to act virtuous; they were letting their love show, unapologetically, because of the joy it brought them! After this was Heaven, you were encouraged to be happy!
Nuzzling back, Peter leans in from against the wall, pressing his slim body flush against Abel, his eyebrows rising when he was kissed, but not because he didn't expect it, but because he could feel something hidden beneath Abel's loose fit robes. "Oh my~ Abel... Um, ahaha goodness~" Biting his lip and whispering close to hi lovers ear. "Christ has risen, I see? Well~ So have I~ my gosh." Giggling, kissing the shell of Abel's ear, moving a leg between theirs just to feel a naughty little friction. "Hmm, how do I want to ride? No, no, how do you want me to ride?"
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Date: 2026-02-26 12:37 am (UTC)Those stupid words may have put anyone else off but it's just something about him that gets a breathless laugh out of the angel instead. "Think he'd appreciate you using his name like that for such a situation?" Not that he cared, but it was hard to not respond. Even if his response and any further words were lost in the back of his throat with that damn leg and kissing of his ear.
A low whine manages to slip past his lips, attempting to press more against him for that delicious friction. "I told you I'm at your mercy and I meant it." In fact, he'll punctuate his point by squeezing his hip and guiding him back so he can lightly nibble his lower lip with a low hum.
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Date: 2026-02-26 01:28 am (UTC)Peter tried to hold back the laughter when Abel gently chastised him for bringing his old roadtrip buddy, JC, into things. Shaking his head before hiding it on Abel's shoulder. "No, I think he'd be embarrassed, and I'd get a telling off~" Fuuuuck seeing and hearing Abel laugh just then though? Peter smiled tenderly and cupped his face fondly, before blinking at what Abel said next... Face flushing gold as he shivered at the lip nibbling kiss.
"Okay, fuck this," Peter said suddenly as he squirmed his way out of Abel's arms, only to grab his hand again and drag him with a flap of wings, down the hall, round the corner and into the empty boardroom.
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Date: 2026-02-26 01:35 am (UTC)"I can't blame him for either thing~" JC was a stronger man than him for being able to put up with Peter's brand of nonsense. Oh, oh he liked that reaction out of him and can't help but grin. He's too cute for his own good, if anyone asked Abel.
What he doesn't expect is the next move, those words and being forcibly dragged into an empty boardroom. He'd normally complain that this would get them caught but right now?
He doesn't care as he reaches out to grab his hip again to pull him close in a much sloppier and almost desperate kiss. Fuck it, who cares if someone walked in at this point.
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Date: 2026-02-26 02:09 am (UTC)"Oof--eheh~" Peter blinks all wide-eyed in awe of his boyfriend, the moment he grabs one of those slim hips and pulls him. A shiver runs through him ending in a delighted sigh, Peter just loved it when Abel grabbed him like that. Others might not ever see it or feel it, but there was strength in those arms, controlled, cautious stranght and Peter was into it.
Abel's clumsy kiss has them bumping teeth, making Peter giggle as he cups both hands at the side of Abel's face, tracing his thumbs across their bottom lip between kisses, humming a pleased sound before he slides his hands down Abel's chest and lightly pushes him back unto he either bumps into a table or chair, Peter dones't care what, he just wants this big dork of a man to sit his fine ass down so he can climb him.
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Date: 2026-02-26 02:39 am (UTC)Just because he was on the larger side of things didn't mean he didn't have strength in him. Strength didn't mean chiseled and ripped abs, after all. He could, in theory, pick Peter up like it was nothing, but he was gentle and only moved him as needed.
A messy and spontaneous kiss was just them at this point and when he cups his cheeks he's lightly leaning into one of his palms with a pleased hum.
Luckily he's easily guided back against the table and when he bumps into it he's grabbing those same hips to stop him and place his forehead to his once again. "How?" How do you want him, Peter?
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Date: 2026-02-26 03:15 am (UTC)The fact that Abel was a little larger was one of the things Peter thought was so fuckin sexy, he couldn't even lie about that if he tried. Abel's skin was so soft and warm, he loved cuddling up against him, loved the little bumps that showed in his robes when he sat or stood a certain way; it was the most attractive thing to him. His well-fed lamb, the third man to ever exist, after all, 1st the worst, 2nd the best? And 3rd, the one he fell in love with~ But yes, Peter was well aware of Abel's strength, well aware of how he could toss him around like a ragdoll should he want to. It was hot that he could, hotter that he wouldn't unless asked to.
Peter smiled adoringly at Abel as he rested his face in his palm. Peter tipped his head aside, and that perfect blond curl of his hair bounced a little. "Lay down... Or sit..." As he said that, Peter blushed deeply, feeling under his own robes, fishing around for a moment before letting his underwear drop to the floor around his feet. "Please?"
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Date: 2026-02-26 03:21 am (UTC)At least someone thought that because he still, in the back of his mind, thought that he would never compare to the others. But Peter picked him over anyone else and that had meant the world to him. No trying to change him, no saying what could be fixed, just accepted him as he was. And, really, that was the hottest thing about it all to him.
Honestly, he could stay like that forever if he was allowed. But his gorgeous boyfriend asked him to do something and he's going to oblige. Mostly. "On my back or front if I lay down?" He's sure he knows, but he may also be a little distracted by looking at that underwear as it drops. If he hadn't been told to do something else he already would have been on his knees in front of him.
He still might later.
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Date: 2026-02-26 03:44 am (UTC)Peter would give him a line face and raise a brow if he ever said anything along those lines to him. Abel was the hottest guy in Heaven, according to Peter, and that's saying a lot because in Heaven, everyone is hot! It was more than that, though. Abel's body was amazing, his smile, his heart, everything about him just made Peter feel so blessed to be his. He couldn't believe Abel picked him!
Swallowing thickly as he was asked that. Hmmm... Don't make him think on the spot! He thought he was going to just get ontop and work those slender hips, but Abel giving him the option (like he always did ) had visions of sliding up behind him and sinking between those-- Ahem! "Your back...I eh...I had a need I just have to itch, Abel... All that talk of Unicorn polo and riding and... yeeeaah " Blushing deeply as he gave Abel a nervous look.
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Date: 2026-02-26 03:51 am (UTC)One of these days he'll have better self esteem, but for now he's more distracted by his boyfriend having a boner because of him and that will never not amaze him.
Especially not when he's acting like that and he's dragging him back into a quick and messy kiss before wiggling to get into the table, casually wiggling to pull his robes up and pulling his own underwear off and onto the floor before laying back. He hadn't been lying about how hard he'd been, a sharp intake of breath coming as he feels the air on his poor straining dick. "You didn't have to explain~ I just needed to make sure I was in the right spot."
He really was taking this horse thing seriously, huh? "Going to show me how much of an expert rider you are?"
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Date: 2026-02-26 05:17 am (UTC)One of these days, Peter hopes so too, but until then, he's not going to stop finding him perfect, desiring him as he does now.
Peter flushes in the apples of his cheeks at that. He might be the loudest of them, but he felt shy saying such things, so when Abel gently confirms there was no need, Peter gives him a flustered pout and playfully nips at his bottom lip before pulling away.
Looking over his lover as he lay there, cock standing tall and proud, Abel's adorable face looking down the table at Peter, the Saint made a square shape with his fingers and closed an eye, looking through them, pretending he was taking a snapshot. "Saving that for later~" He sang with a chuckle before scrambling up on his knees onto the table above Abel. Taking his hand to steady himself before biting his lips and sitting straddled over his boyfriend. As he lowered into a sitting position, Peter's cock rubbed over Abel's, sliding down the underside of the shaft, his robes hiding it, but the very lewd image of two protruding shapes hitched the fabric like a tent.
"Hey, Abe, baby, can you open a portal to ummm.. where... hmm.. " Tapping a finger off his bottom lip as he thought. "Oh! Yeah! To the left-hand side of my bed, please? Thanks~" Leaning down to give him a quick peck to the lips, excitement growing in his wide blue eyes as he waited. There was a really nice bottle of lube in his bedside table, see.
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Date: 2026-02-27 07:43 pm (UTC)Not can he help but wiggle a little in both anticipation and a hint of embarrassment with the gold on his cheeks while Peter sizes him up like a picture. He still doesn't quite understand how someone would like him like this, but he's long since learned complaining about it won't get him anywhere.
Thankfully he doesn't have to wait long as his boyfriend climbs into the table to straddle him, back arching off the table asking with his hips to try and get more friction between their dicks with a whine caught in his throat.
When Peter speaks again is when he pulls his brain back together, brain processing before he nods quickly and makes that portal faster than he's ever made one before. He's certain he knows exactly what he's going for and the wait is absolutely killing the angel. "You're going to have to be quieter than normal so no one hears us, you know~"