By Fabrisse
Pairing: Peter/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: just under 800
Category: PWP
Prompt: Running fingers through hair
kink: Hair or fur fetishization (buzz-cuts; long hair; hair-grabbing during blow-jobs; coming in someone's hair; pubic hair; hairy chests; underarm hair; hair all over e.g., Wookies, werewolves, yeti, etc; see also Animal themes and fetishization)
Prompter: emmademarais for rounds_of_kink
Spoilers: None, pre-season 1
Summary: PWP, sex the night before they separate, power exchange
Notes: My beta was Aredhel.
Peter rubbed his face over Nathan's chest reveling in the sensations against his skin. He loved Nathan's body, the muscle under olive skin, the strength of his bones.
He could smell Nathan's arousal and feel the sweat beginning to form under his cheek. He flicked his tongue against one of Nathan's hard pebbled nipples and was rewarded with a hiss and sigh.
One wayward drop of sweat began to course down Nathan's breastbone. Peter followed its path with his tongue, blowing to cool the skin and tease the hair until Nathan shivered under him. He tugged at Nathan's chest hair as a warning not to move without permission.
Nathan's navel drew his eye. Peter bit lightly around it before dipping his tongue in. He could feel Nathan's muscles tighten in the effort not to writhe at the sensation. Turning his head, he saw Nathan's cock flushed with need, straining toward Peter.
He mouthed the thick line of hair that pointed toward his goal, then ducked and nipped at the crease of Nathan's thighs nosing the thicket at the base of his erection.
"Spread your legs."
Nathan's relief was obvious.
Peter shifted and lay between them, letting his hands stroke up the inner thighs. His fingers gently knuckled the dark pocket between cock and balls before he finally breathed on the lightly furred sac. Soft open mouthed kisses followed; occasionally he'd open his mouth wide enough to suck one of Nathan's balls in.
Nathan didn't move. His trust in Peter was perfect.
He propped himself up and looked at his brother's face. A small kiss to the base of his prick made Nathan's eyelids flutter. Vibrating his tongue just under the crown made Nathan's cock weep. Peter reached into the little pool of pre-come on his belly and spread it around. When another drip was about to fall, he stuck out his tongue and caught it.
Once again, Peter shifted. He ran the back of his hand over Nathan's stubble until Nathan opened his eyes. A small, sharp slap to the cheek caused Nathan to bite his lower lip. He was on edge waiting for the signal that would let him move again, would make him the master.
Peter decided to grant him a respite and lowered his lips to Nathan's waiting mouth.
Nathan lunged and grabbed the back of Peter's neck. The kiss turned bruising. He pushed Peter back down his body and fed his cock into Peter's hungry mouth.
His fingers carded through Peter's hair, then fisted, holding Peter in place as Nathan pumped his hips. Just as he got to the edge, he yanked, hard and pulled Peter off his cock.
"You get a choice, Peter. You can jack me off and let me come all over you, or you can go get a condom and lube and bring it back here."
Peter started to reach, then pulled his hand back. He kissed Nathan's wrist and Nathan let go of his hair.
"Lay it between us."
Peter obeyed. Then Nathan leaned in to kiss him. "You still get to decide. Who fucks whom?"
This kiss started ferocious but slowed and sweetened as Peter eased Nathan back. "I want it rough."
He slid the condom down Nathan and slicked his cock with lube.
Nathan's eyes went wide. "No prep?"
"If I'm not going to see you for a month, I want to feel it." He held the base firmly and guided himself down on to Nathan. He stopped once or twice, willing himself to accept Nathan into his body.
Peter pinned Nathan's wrists to the bed, and rode his cock, writhing his hips to get more, deeper, better sensations. He felt Nathan's pubic hair against his ass and leaned forward wetting his lips in supplication for a kiss.
Nathan accepted Peter's lips gently, then sat up driving his cock deeper and slowing Peter's frantic pace.
Chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat – Nathan wanted this to last. If they were going to be separated by their different paths, then he needed this memory to take with him.
Kissing Peter would let Peter take control back, so Nathan expressed his love in tiny caresses. He brushed Peter's sweat soaked bangs off his forehead. He leaned in to share breath.
Peter began to pant, a vibration shook the base of his spine and shot through him covering both of them in sweat and spunk. He rested his head against Nathan's neck and felt Nathan's orgasm shoot through him too.
They pulled apart reluctantly.
Nathan was sweaty and come soaked. Peter thought he looked perfect.
Their lips met as they bedded down for sleep. Nathan pulled Peter tightly to him.
Peter rubbed his face over Nathan's chest reveling in the sensations against his skin, and fell into a dreaming sleep.