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Johnny was, frankly, bored. He's been at home ALL day now, woke up at six— got ready and had his breakfast— only to find out the modelling job scheduled for today got cancelled, due to some personal issue on the photographer's end.
No issue in that, except he can NOT fall asleep once he's already awake. So, he's currently making Peter some breakfast in advance before his boyfriend wakes up, They might like to annoy eachother often but Johnny DOES love the guy.
Johnny's decided on some simple waffles for today— Peter loves his waffles, so it's fine. He scrolled on his phone whilst the waffles were being cooked and mightttt have burnt them a little, but that's fine— it just means it was cooked with extra love. Kinda. Sorta. Probably not.
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Peter awoke to the sweet smell of maple syrup, and also to the ringing of his alarm clock. He should really turn the volume on that thing DOWN, it always wakes him with a diffrent kind of dreadfulness.
Peter turns off the alarm and stays in bed for a few minutes, but then is hit with the aroma of syrup again and his mind is already imagining some tasty breakfast. So, after grumbling and groaning to particularly nobody, he finally gets up and off the bed.
Peter yawns, running a hand through his messy bed hair— he rolls and turns around ALOT in his sleep. His hair is already thick enough, it ends up getting all tangled and shit. He should sleep like Johnny, with a million rollers in his hair at once. 'How does Johnny even sleep like that...?' Peter thinks to himself as he makes his way over to the bathroom, to freshen up and get ready for the day.
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Johnny was already sitting at their little round table he insisted on getting that they never really use— scrolling on his phone, when he hears footsteps.
He looks up, only to be blessed with the sight of the love of his life: Peter Parker.
Peter is wearing his new navy blue sweater vest today. That and an off-white collared shirt under it, the collar in place and the sleeves rolled up to reveal those strong, veiny forearms. He's paired the top half with some black dress pants and one of Johnny's belts— he probably lost his again.
Peter looks so immeasurabley cute (and hot) with those round glasses of his, and with the slightly messy-but-neat hairstyle? God, Johnny might just fall to his knees and start praying.
He doesn't even realize he's staring until Peter snaps his fingers; having noticed Johnny practically drooling.
"What's up, hothead? Whatcha starin' at?" Oh, Peter ABSOLUTELY knows what Johnny is staring at.
"Hmmm, I dunno. Maybe at your stupid face?" Johnny shoots back, hoping to sound like he ISN'T head over heels for this man. He's pretty sure he failed.
Peter chuckles in that frustratingly raspy voice of his, holding Johnny's face in between his wide palms, and Johnny leans into the touch unconsciously. "You made waffles for me?" Peter bends down to nuzzle Johnny's nose with his, smiling all while doing it.
Johnny can't nod with the hold Peter has on his face, so he just hums out a "mmm" and Peter giggles.
Peter kissed his forehead as he pulls away and sits down across from Johnny, licking his lips at the sight of his favourite breakfast infront of him.
"Gosh, I love you so much—" He's already stuffing his face with food, and Johnny is reminded, yet again, why he fell in love with this guy in the first place.
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Johnny is, yet again, bored.
After Peter left to go to the daily bugle for work— not without a kiss, of course; Johnny did NOTHING but watch TV and eat chips.
He supposes he can clean the apartment, but also, he doesn't want to.
After a few more minutes of watching something mildy intresting and munching on the last few chips left in the bag, he decides he really SHOULD get up and do something productive.
He'll probably go on a run first, and then clean the place up after he comes back.
He groans as he gets up and stretches; already dreading the run he's about to go and take. If he isn't swarmed by 50 million people asking for pictures and autographs on the first five minutes that he's out and about, then his name isn't Johnny Storm.
"Oof," he rolls his shoulder, a satisfying crack soon follows it and it hurt for a little but felt nice afterwards, nonetheless. "Time to go and be a decent human being." He murmured, as if he isn't a superhero who saves lives on a daily basis.
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Johnny had gotten back from his run at around 5:30 pm, and cleaned up as he had promised himself.
But, in order to do so, he had needed something comfortable to wear. And he had the bright idea of wearing one of Peter's shirts; mainly so that if he gets it dirty, he can just puppy eyes and sweet talk his way out of trouble. He's the best boyfriend ever, he knows.
But, the shirt was comfortable, and Johnny'll be damned if he takes it off now. Besides, Peter wouldn't mind.
Right?
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Peter was EXHAUSTED. He had to work a bit overtime today, and all he wanted to do while he wrote that last article was to just go home and cuddle Johnny to sleep. Maybe a few kisses and touches, but that's all.
Or so, he thought that was all.
Because alas, when he turned that door knob and stepped inside the foyer— he was oh so pleasantly greeted with the sight of Johnny in a baggy shirt— presumably Peter's— and those TINY shorts that show off Johnny's god-carved thighs. He was laying down on the couch, all relaxed, like he didn't just make Peter's brain start lagging.
Peter's jaw was DROPPED when he dropped his keys and sling-bag onto the stool near the front door and made it over to the living room, where Johnny had just now noticed him.
Knowing the asshole, he probably knew Peter was here when Peter was struggling to open front door, and was just laying there— either lazy or waiting for Peter to come in and see the attire he was in.
Either way, he gave Peter a big ol' smile and opened his arms wide for a hug.
Peter melted right into it, practically suffocating Johnny with his weight as he falls on top of him.
Johnny groans, then chuckles. "Woahhh, rough day at work, love?" He rubs Peter's back, Pete is heavy but he doesn't lay on Johnny like this often, so Johnny endures it.
Peter nods into his shoulder, whining like a big baby.
Johnny attempts to move them, fails, then just lies there with Peter on top of him.
After about five minutes or so, Peter finally gets up and Johnny has never been so relieved to breathe properly ever before.
"Sorry for suffocating you," Peter murmurs, eyeing Johnny up and down.
Johnny shakes his head. "It's okay," he says, squirming a little under Peter's gaze.
There's silence for a little while, and then Peter finally speaks up. "That's my shirt..."
Johnny looks down at himself, then back up at Peter, then back down. "Uhm... I didn't have any shirts left..?"
Peter looks Johnny DEAD in the eyes like he knows Johnny's lying. Johnny grins awkwardly, and before he knows it, Peter's sitting besides him and pulling Johnny onto his lap.
Johnny is not, by any means, light. He may not be as muscular as Peter, but it's not like he's lean and skinny or something. So, it always catches him off guard a little whenever Peter picks him up and/or lets Johnny sit ontop of him. Peter never looks affected by it, too. It may be the super strength spiderman has, but it's still a suprise nonetheless.
"You're not tired?" Johnny's hands instinctively went up to scratch Peter's scalp, which made Peter lean into the touch and close his eyes. "I am, but you look too good..." Peter mumbled, seemingly drifting off.
Johnny is a tad bit flustered. Compliments from Peter are nothing unusual, but they always seem to make Johnny feel all tingly and shit.
Peter's hands slide up and up Johnny's shirt until he reaches his waist, rubbing slow circles into the skin. Johnny shivers at the sensation, one hand coming down to grab at Peter's wrist but stopping himself— It feels too good.
Peter opens his eyes and stares at Johnny until Johnny notices, and then he's leaning in and god, Johnny's heating up already.
Peter kisses him slowly at first, their lips interlocking and his hands caressing the skin at Johnny's waist. Johnny leans into him, and Peter's fully relaxed into the couch now.
Peter pulls his head back a little, and Johnny's confused— opening his eyes and staring at Peter. Peter gives him that cocky little smirk of his, and pulls his glasses off; ruffling his hair out of pure habit. Johnny swallows hard; whenever Peter takes his glasses off mid-kiss, it NEVER fails to give Johnny butterflies.
Once Peter has carefully put his glasses aside (because those glasses were NOT cheap), he goes right back to kissing his baby, and Johnny kisses him back just as eagerly.
It's not long before Johnny is grinding down onto his lap a tad bit, and god if Peter doesn't adore the way Johnny seems to want him so bad. It's better because it's mutual.
Peter bites Johnny's bottom lip and Johnny gasps, allowing Peter to slide his tounge inside and explore his lover's mouth.
Johnny wraps his arms around Peter's neck and moans into the kiss, allowing Peter to shove his tounge down Johnny's throat like they'll never kiss again.
Peter pulls away; a thin string of saliva connecting his tounge to Johnny's, and goes to kiss and suck at his neck instead. Johnny whimper so sweet and tilts his neck to the side so that Peter has better access to his neck.
Peter kisses Johnny's Adams apple and sucks a hickey right on top of his pulse; causing Johnny to gasp and moan.
"You wore this shirt on purpose," Peter groaned; muffled by Johnny's skin.
"No I didn't," Johnny huffed. "I didn't know you'd get a boner from seeing me in a shirt and some shorts..."
What. A. Brat.
Peter hums, as if in mock agreement, and bites Johnny's neck. Johnny gasps and Peter licks over the bitten spot as an apology; all while grinning to himself like the dickhead he is.
Johnny grips Peter's shoulders for balance (and also for an anchor) as Peter practically assaults his neck. "S-shouldnt we— ngh— take this to the bedroom?" He asks.
Peter nods against his neck; and suddenly Johnny's being lifted up and over Peter's shoulder. Johnny kicks his legs against Peter's side; not really wanting to be let down or anything— he just likes to annoy Peter. "Keep still, hothead," Peter laughs.
Johnny grumbles something under his breath— probably something endearing like cursing Peter's bloodline; when Peter throws him onto the bed. He didn't even realize they were already in the bedroom.
Peter immediately leans over Johnny; grabbing his knees and spreading them apart so he can settle in between. Johnny moaned a little at that; Peter can be so hot sometimes
Peter, once settled inbetween Johnny's legs, leaned down to go back to kissing him dizzy.
Peter is clearly starting to loose his patience by now, because he's shoving his tounge down Johnny's throat like there's no tommorow, and everytime Johnny moans or groans, he swallows it down. Peter's being too attractive right now, and Johnny might just explode.
The webhead notices Johnny's body temperature increasing. So, to calm him back down before he accidentally flames on and burns Peter (like many other times before), Peter pulls back.
Johnny IMMEDIATELY whines at the loss of lips on his and Peter can feel himself getting hard. Johnny makes the prettiest noises ever, you can't exactly blame him.
"Calm down, love. You're gonna burn the sheets." Peter rubs slow, gentle circles on Johnny's side.
Johnny blushes, embrassed. "S-sorry. Felt too good." He turned his head away to avoid eye contact; and felt Peter lean down and into his shoulder and chuckle. "It's okay, baby, It's cute."
Johnny hums in response to hide the fact that he incredibly flustered now, and they just lie still for a while until Peter bites Johnny's shoulder out of nowhere.
Johnny yelps, startled. "Fuck— warn a guy, Pete! Your teeth aren't exactly gentle!" He moved a hand up to his shoulder to run over the wound, wincing. Peter has slight fangs ever since that spider bit him, and although biting is extremely hot, bites from Peter HURT.
Peter, the culprit, just chuckled. CHUCKLED. "Sorrrryyy. You just taste too good to resist," he kissed Johnny on the cheek before pulling away and slipping a finger up his shorts.
Johnny's breath got caught in his throat as Peter slowly guided his finger up and up and up, inching dangerously close to Johnny's crotch area.
Johnny huffs, "Stop the teasing bullshit, webhead. Just strip."
Peter smiles at that, a full ear-to-ear smile, and pulls his finger away to take off his own sweater vest. Once off, he throws the vest into the clothing hamper by the closet and moves to unbutton his shirt.
Johnny stops him by grabbing his wrist, "I wanna," he mumbles, and Peter lets his hand fall back down.
Johnny sits up and takes his time unbuttoning Peter's now-wrinkled shirt. It has a stain on the pocket, Peter probably dropped some coffee on his vest again and it seeped through.
Midway through undoing the buttons, Johnny flips their position around a bit so that Peter's laying down and Johnny's on his lap. Peter is a bit caught off guard, and Johnny uses that to his advantage to tickle him a little.
Peter laughs and grabs Johnny's wrist, and Johnny's laughing too— when Peter looks at Johnny so endearingly and kisses his wrist. Johnny looks down and chuckles; giving Peter a big ol' smile as Peter gazes at the love of his life lovingly. God, he loves this man so, so much.
"Not to ruin the mood, man, but I wanna continue getting this shirt off of you." Johnny smirks.
Peter shakes his head slightly and sighs. "Of course, your highness. Go ahead."
Johnny giggles at the title and goes right back to unbuttoning Peter's shirt. Once undone, he pushes it aside slightly to rest a hand on one of Peter's pecs.
God, it's insane how well-built Peter is. You can only tell how muscular he is when he's wearing the Spider-man suit, because otherwise he's clad in a shirt a size too big and some baggy jeans.
Johnny squeezes the pec and Peter whimpers a little; hands going up to hold onto Johnny's hips. Johnny runs his fingers over Peter's abs and v-line until Peter tightens his hold on Johnny's hips and grinds him down a bit.
Johnny bites his lips to hold back a moan at that, and god, he needs Peter to fuck him into next week.
Somehow understanding the look on Johnny's face, Peter reaches a hand over to their bedside table and tries to nudge open the drawer.
Johnny chuckles at the way Peter struggles, since Peter can't reach over properly, and leans over to he can open the drawer himself and get the lube out. Peter watches him sit back up, lube in hand, and raises an eyebrow. "... protection?"
Johnny looks at him like Peter just told him that he's straight.
"What? Don't look at me like that..." Peter huffs.
Johnny sighs, closing his eyes in annoyance. "I'm clean, you're clean, and this is NOT our first time going raw. Don't be a pussy." Peter squeezed his hips unconsciously at that, clearly annoyed.
Johnny leans down to peck the tip of Peter's nose; seemingly melting away all the irritation Peter had in one little kiss. "I just wanna feel you properly," Johnny quips.
When Johnny pulled back and uncapped the lube bottle to pour it out into his hand, Peter stopped him by grabbing his hand. Johnny tilted his head in confusion.
"Can I?" Peter murmured.
Johnny stared at him for a second, then laughed at the sudden display of such innocence. God, Peter can be so cute sometimes.
Peter watches him laugh; confused, and Johnny taps his cheek. "I love you, bro..."
"Calling me bro when I'm about to crack you like an egg later is crazy," Peter huffed.
Johnny laughed again, and watched as Peter eyed him up and down; eyes hungry but also so, so loving. "Can you take your shorts off?" Peter asked, oh so politely.
Johnny nodded got off of Peter so that he can properly take the shorts off. Peter sat up, too, to watch.
Johnny hooked his fingers onto his waist band and tugged both his shorts boxers off at the same time; chugging them both away somewhere on the floor and climbing back up the bed.
Instead of crawling back onto Peter's lap— Johnny layed down next to him. Peter understood immediately that Johnny just wanted that position, and watched as Johnny's spread his thighs to welcome Peter in.
Swallowing with an audible gulp, Peter crawled in between Johnny's legs and just appreciated his view for a bit.
He decided for a bit, wheather he should let Johnny keep the shirt on, or make him strip fully.
As hot as Johnny looks with Peter's shirt on, Peter wants to get the full experience of loving his boyfriend. So, he tugs at the shirt until Johnny gets the message and whilst he's taking the shirt off, Peter uncaps the lube and pours some onto his hand; rubbing it onto his fingers before throwing the lube somewhere in the room; making it future Johnny and Peter's problem to find and put back.
Peter leans down to kiss at Johnny's throat, keeping one of Johnny's thighs open with a hand whilst the other slowly finds it's way to Johnny's most intimate area.
Johnny moans a little as Peter teases the rim; all while kissing down and down Johnny's body like he's not about to fuck his brains out in a few minutes.
Peter finally pushes a finger in and Johnny gasps; already wrapping his legs around Peter because he knows what's to come. Peter moans a little at the tightness around just one digit, but then again, they haven't done this in a while— having to save the world 24/7 can do that.
Peter slowly but surely works that finger in; curling and twisting and still kissing down Johnny's body in order to calm him down.
"You're okay, love, you're doing great—" Johnny completely and utterly melts at the praise, and Peter takes it as opportunity to guide another finger inside of him.
Johnny groans at the stretch and tightens again, before Peter's sweet kisses and the pumping of his fingers inside of Johnny cause him to loosen up a bit.
Peter scissors his fingers and just when he notices Johnny about to get loud; he leans up and kisses him just in time to swallow his moan. He sucks on Johnny's tounge as he pumps his fingers in and out of him— Johnny wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him in.
Peter works in a third finger eventually, twisting his wrist and taking his fingers out until only the tips remain before plunging back in. The squelching sounds are turning him on so, so much— and god, he just can't wait anymore. But still, he needs to make sure Johnny is stretched out and loosened properly before he even thinks about fucking him— he can't BEAR the thought of hurting this dickhead.
After a few more thrusts of his fingers, Peter decides it's enough and pulls away from Johnny's hold. Johnny whines at the loss but quickly shuts up when he hears Peter's belt buckle coming loose, and looks down to see Peter undoing his pants.
Peter pulls his pants and boxers down at the same time and his cock springs out; already hard— and he gives it a few strokes before spreading Johnny's thighs further so he can press up against his hole.
Johnny moans and tries to wiggle forward; but Peter holds him in place, "Don't, let me be gentle—" he groans, although every single part of him wants to be rough with Johnny.
Peter presses forward a little, and it's a tight squeeze but the head of his cock manages to slip in. He stills his hips to let them both adjust— Johnny to the stretch and Peter to the tightness, before he starts pushing in inch by inch.
Johnny grips at Peter's back as tight as he can, mostly to anchor himself but also annoy Peter. His nails dig in Peter's back as Peter gently pulls out a little— just the head left inside, before pushing in slowly again. The balls of Johnny's feet dig into Peter's back and god, Peter really wants to drive in as fast as he can, but he doesn't wanna hurt Johnny.
Peter only realizes he stopped moving when he feels Johnny wiggle and try to find purchase on Peter's cock, when Peter chuckles and starts pushing in again.
It took some shallow thrusts and ALOT of praise and kisses before Peter was fully settled in, his hips flush to Johnny's ass.
As usual, Johnny is being VOCAL. Even when Peter isn't moving, he's still mumbling incoherent words and moaning out of nowhere. Peter kisses him on the cheek softly, before starting to move.
Peter starts off slow; just grinding his hips in a slow circle before he retreats a little and pushes back in. It earns him a sweet little moan from Johnny and encourages him to continue.
Peter falls forward and catches himself on his forearms so Johnny doesn't have to arch his back and break his back in order to wrap his arms around Peter's neck. Johnny hums in appreciation and kisses Peter's ear; to which Peter shivers and giggles at the sensation. Johnny chuckles, too, and Peter's kissing Johnny again. He can't resist this guy, can he?
Peter pulls his hips back and slams back in this time, grazing by Johnny's prostate lightly. Johnny moans; and Peter grins. It's so easy to know he found the spot every single time they do this— Johnny's vocal cords make sure of that.
"Oh my fucking god, just fuck me alreadyyy," Johnny whines in Peter's ear and Peter groans; picking up the pace. He's not one to go rough when they've just started, but he's tired and Johnny looks extra delicious today. And it's not even like Johnny was dressed up or anything when Peter had arrived— he was just wearing a shirt too big on him, and those tiny shorts that his muscular thighs look almost SINFUL in. Maybe it the outfit turned Peter on because it was HIS shirt that Johnny was wearing, but Peter doesn't know the science behind that.
And so, to comply to his lover's request; Peter fucks him.
Lord, does he fuck him.
As soon as he gripped Johnny's hips did Johnny know he was SCREWED. And god if he isn't excited. Peter's clenching his jaw in a way that Johnny knows Peter's holding back some filthy words, and he knows it's because Peter doesn't like talking dirty in bed— he doesn't have anything against it, but he never wants Johnny to think that Peter wants him only for his body.
Johnny's never thought that way, but he appreciates Peter looking out for his feelings like that.
Still... He wonders what kind of words could leave that mouth. Would Peter say them in a way that makes Johnny squirm and grind down onto his cock? Or would he say filthy shit in such a sweet voice that Johnny's fucked-out brain won't be able to comprehend what he's saying?
Johnny doesn't even realize he's leaking until he feels a rough palm wrap around his own dick.
Peter's STILL not moving as fast as Johnny wants him to. He's going with slow, shallow thrusts that grind his cock up against Johnny's prostate with each push forward, and it has Johnny's thighs QUIVERING.
Johnny groans, "J-just— Just get on with it Parker!" He might've raised his voice in irritation in a little. He likes the teasing, but he REALLY needs to be fucked into oblivion right now.
Peter's hand and hips both have stilled. Johnny opens his eyes to blink up at him in confusion; and Peter's staring down at him with puppy eyes.
"W-what?" Johnny squirms under the gaze.
"You called me Parker..."
"..."
Oh.
"Oh my goddd!" Johnny laughs. "You big baby!" He leans up to hook his arms around Peter's torso and plant kisses all over his face. "I'm sorrrrry. I'm just a tad bit frustrated you aren't ruining me right now."
Peter whines in response, and gives Johnny a peck on the lips. "It's okay, but don't say that again..." He's pouting. Spiderman is pouting.
Johnny chuckles, then nods. "Got it."
And then Peter's pushing him back down, lifting his hips up.
Johnny sucks in a deep breath in anticipation, and—
"OH!—" Peter literally pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back inside, DEAD centre on Johnny's sweet spot. Johnny has never had his eyes roll back into his skull so hard before.
Peter grabs Johnny's calves and puts his legs over his shoulders, so that he can get a deeper angle and fuck him better.
He leans down to kiss and suck at Johnny's neck, which also gives Johnny the opportunity to scratch at his back as Peter continuously slams his hips forward.
At some point, Peter started stroking Johnny's cock in time with his thrusts; thumb teasing over the leaking slit whilst Johnny moaned so loud that if these walls weren't as thick as they are, the whole damn street would know Peter's rearranging Johnny's insides.
Peter pulls back after a bit, which causes Johnny to loose his anchor on Peter's back and instead resort to clutching the sheets so hard Peter swears he heard a tear. It seems as if matter how many times they do this, they'll both be so sensitive to each other's bodies and it's proven by the fact Peter can already feel himself close.
"P-pete— ngh— 'm close—" Johnny whimpers, and Peter turns his head a little to kiss his thigh in comfort. "Go ahead, baby, I've got you." He breathes, chest heaving.
Peter looks down and he's met with the view of a very slight bulge in Johnny's abdomen everytime Peter thrusts in. Peter groans at the sight and brings his free hand up to press down slightly; feeling his cock slam inside Johnny everytime he pushes his hips forward.
Johnny gasps, thighs shaking besides Peter's head and clearly trying not to close and accidentally squeeze his head too tight. Not that Peter's complaining, though.
Peter feels Johnny's body temperature rising, and it's a dead giveaway that he's about to come. So, naturally, Peter speeds up.
He drives home like he hasn't been inside this ass a million times before, taking his hand off of Johnny's abdomen and grabbing his hands above his head instead. He strokes Johnny just right and Johnny comes with a sound that's somewhere between a grown and a moan, and the way he squeezes down around Peter is enough to drive Peter over the edge, too.
Johnny feels Peter spill inside of him— hot and thick, while his own dick gives a pathetic little last spurt of cum before his head lolls to the side and his body goes slack.
Peter huffs and catches his breath before slowly pulling out, watching his come spilling out of Johnny's hole slowly. He looks away before he gets hard again and crawls over to Johnny's side; laying down next to him and pulling him to his chest.
Johnny nuzzles his head in Peter's chest as Peter slowly strokes his hair; content, before craning his neck up to kiss at his sternum.
"Was good," Johnny mumbles, clearly sleepy.
"I agree, was the best sex of my life."
"You always say that..." Johnny grins lazily.
"Because it's always true!" Peter laughs, lightly tickling Johnny and Johnny lets out a chuckle at that, too.
After a little bit more of laying around, Peter decides it's time to clean up before they both fall asleep and forget to, because then Johnny'll wake up all sticky and sore and then complain about it for 50 minutes. Won't be the first time it's happened, and probably won't be the last.
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Peter had started a bath for Johnny and let him bathe first, as Peter changed the sheets and took out new clothes for them to wear after cleaning up.
Peter had heard Johnny call out that he was done, and helped a sleepy Johnny get dried and put on his clothes before he carried him to bed. He gave Johnny a kiss on the forehead, "I'll clean up and join you in bed, love," he whispered before rushing off to join Johnny as soon as possible.
After a quick little shower, since he's needed one after work, too, but got completely distracted by a certain someone— Peter dried off his hair and put on his pyjamas before eventually going back to the bedroom to lay down besides Johnny. He turned the lamp off and Johnny immediately clung to him like velcro, mumbling something in his sleepy state. "What's that?" Peter asked, voice soft, just in case Johnny was sleep talking again.
"iloveyou," Johnny mumbled.
"Huh?" Peter leaned in to hear him better.
"I love youuuuuu...." Johnny whined, clearly annoyed Peter didn't hear him the first two times.
"Oh! I love you, too!" Peter is wayy too happy to hear an 'i love you' today.
Johnny hummed in acknowledgement and slowly drifted off; face tucked in Peter's chest with Peter's arms around him and face in Johnny's annoyingly soft hair; breathing in the shampoo.
It's unbelievable, how much he loves this man.
And it's also unbelievable, how much this man loves him back.
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