Peter hated Adam Warlock. The world’s perfect man happened to be on the same team as his husband and him, and he also happened to look incredibly good while doing his job. He was younger, certainly more good looking with effortless muscles, soft skin, perfect hair and teeth, and a nice shade of blonde for his longer hair that was perfectly styled. The alleged six inches of cock he had didn’t make matters much better. He had circles underneath his eyes on occasion, messy silver hair (was it graying? he couldn’t tell) and definitely didn’t have the time to work out anymore if he wanted to. He had some muscle, but he was definitely starting to pudge out a little. Next to Adam he saw himself as a net loss, and he definitely saw the way he would look at his husband, almost admirably. He sat on the couch, frowning as he thought about this while watching a movie. You squeeze his hand, smiling up at him.
“You look so angry… what’s wrong?”
“…nothin’.” Working your hand underneath Peter’s chin, you turn his face gently towards you. His face almost immediately softens as he looks at his husband. “well…”
“hmn?”
“I don’t like Adam.”
“why…?”
“He’s just… like, charismatic and good at everything. Also he’s kind of a jerk.”
You lean forward, kissing over his neck, mumbling, “You don’t have to be jealous.”
He quickly leans into the attention, light blush spreading through his face. “ ‘m not jealous.” He swallows thickly, shifting in his seat.
“Peter, I love you. Adam isn’t going to change that.”
“but-“ You quickly quiet him with a kiss, Peter's eyes drifting closed. You put your hands on his chest, thumbs brushing over his neck as you pull back a little.
“I married you, and I’m very happy with that.”
“But I’m like… different now.”
“Peter, you’re just as pretty as when I first saw you.”
He struggles to find the words to argue. “He’s even like… better. In every way.”
“I don’t love Adam, I love you.”
“…I don't like how he looks at you.” He thinks for a moment, pausing.
“I’m not interested in it at all.”
“…can I give you a hickey?” The question takes you a bit off guard. “You know how those people do it? Like those guys do and they… show off that they’re theirs? Can we do that?” You think for a minute, then tug down your own collar.
“…I don’t see why you wouldn’t be allowed?” Peter’s hands shake from nervousness, as he kisses over your neck. His soft lips are trembling against your skin. He unsteadily grabs your shoulders, making a deep hickey on the side of your neck, near your collarbone. “…is this because Adam tops too?” He pulls back, his lips making a small pop noise.
“…maybe…” he rubs over the deep bruise with his thumb. “I thought you’d want that… I don’t mind doing stuff for you to make you happy.”
“Peter, I love you. All of you. You don’t need to do things you don’t want.”
He frowns. “I want you to be happy.”
“And I want you to be yourself. I’m not going to leave you, honey.” You brush the hair from Peter’s eyes, patting it down.
“I'm just… worried.”
“Don’t be. I’m not leaving you dork.”
He smiles weakly “I do like the idea of Adam being jealous of me just a little.”
“Let him be then.”
You kiss over his neck, his eyes closing and eyebrows furrowing. “mmnnh…” his heart in his chest pounds as you keep kissing over him. His legs instinctively spread under the attention, grabbing one of your hands. “t-touch me please.” Your hand travels lower, palming against the front of his shorts. He’s already hard and wet, whining with the friction. “I haven't… gotten off in a while…”
“We need to make more time like this for my baby then, hm?” Working his shorts down, you see his dick pressing insistently against the boxers. He was smaller than average, but it was still cute to watch him squirm underneath you in every way. A wet spot was forming on his boxers as he got more worked up, pre drooling from his tip. You work his cock out of the boxers, slowly stroking him as he hisses and whines, shifting on the couch.
“I-I need you… please fuck me…please please…” You drag your thumb over his slit, causing a high whine from Peter. With your other hand you work your own pants lower, as Peter looks on with a deep interest, feelings and arousal swirling deep in his stomach. His chest heaves as he watches, whining with each pump of his hand. You lift Peter’s legs, standing up on the edge of the couch. Your cock presses against his ass and balls as Peter whines, rubbing it with his butt. You grab his thighs, pressing into him, and god he was tight. It feels like every inch of you was being pressed and gripped, Peter basically drooling with his head back as he took the stretch. You press fully in, stifling back a moan as he looks down at him. Peter’s dripping all over his chest; and you kiss him, stroking him off. His body locks and you can feel yourself squeezed as he immediately reacts. You slowly slide out of him, before humping back in. He had his eyes almost screwed shut, the pleasure completely overwhelming him.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight.” He just whines in response, his ass meeting your hips. He’s quickly getting close, his legs shaking as your cock brushes against every spot inside of him.
“C-cum in me, please god touch m-me…” His cock visibly twitches in his hands as you jerk him off, fucking into him. He moans under the attention, his legs shaking hard as his head lolls back. The feeling keeps building in his balls and stomach, almost pressing against his dick as he’s pumped faster. A spot gets hit inside of him, right up against his prostate, and his back arches, making him see white as his cock bobs on the edge of finishing. “Fuck!! Right there!!!” You assault the spot, Peter locking up as he gets close. Cum shoots out onto his chest and stomach as he whines, your hand still pumping him.