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Feeling Dominant

The Feeling DOMINANT Meme
No matter what your usual preferences are, today, you're feeling dominant. This doesn't mean Dominant with a capital D as in the BDSM sense - unless that's what you're into. It simply means you want to take charge. Maybe you even want to be aggressive and possessive, or you just want to show what you want and when you want it. There could very well be some emotional desires behind this fancy, as well.

This could be a complete change in your normal personality, an extension of what you're naturally like, or a normal but possibly unexplored part of you. It could even mean a spike in sexual interest, libido, or confidence if you're usually not the one to initiate.

So whether you're with an established partner, in an AU setting, or with a one-night stand, let your inner boss shine through and top or top from the bottom. You can control...and that just may be exactly what they want.

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[ up for some questionable multiverse shenanigans? ]

[ooc; absolutely, if you don't mind voicetesting + backtagging.]

[ not in the slightest! let's do it. :) anything you had in mind for peter when you put him here? we can hand wave some established messing around between them or have it be the first time. ]

[ooc; awesome! if my peter is 'dominant', it's more of an aggressive taking care of lol. but open to either role, really. maybe the fooling around is still new enough that it's a bit 'is this okay'. i'm easy in that i have no real preference, some might call that waffling but eh.]

[The meaning behind what was happening right now was something that Peter didn't even want to touch, possibly ever. The past few days were such a whirlwind of seemingly random and wild events that fooling around with another universe's version of himself didn't even seem that farfetched. He knew once he could focus on something other than the dick that was in his mouth, his brain would be thrown for a loop trying to classify exactly what this was, but that was future Peter's problem. Current Peter had a very different, much better problem to solve.

Brown eyes looked up at other Peter's face as he struggled to take more of the man into his warm, slick mouth. Honestly, he didn't see much resemblance between the two of them save for some vague features here and there. If he squinted there might be some confusion as to who is who, but overall they looked different. Was Peter trying to rationalize this? Maybe.

For his first time sucking dick he didn't think he was doing too shabby of a job. He couldn't exactly take all of it in his mouth just yet, but he was working on it. He held his throat open for as long as he could, his nose almost touching Peter's pelvis, but not quite.]

Am I doing okay?

[Peter asks, pulling back and off with a slight cough, his hand coming to stroke where his mouth just was.]

[Multiverses, man.

The last thing Peter wants to focus on are the moral implications of getting a blowjob, but here he is. On the one hand, it's not exactly incestuous because they're not technically related.

He kind of tries to see it as some weird form of masturbation? Kind of? Even though they're clearly not clones, just ...

Two separate versions of the same person.

It's weird. And he's weird for letting his thoughts stray into that territory when he's got a pretty mouth wrapped around his cock and it feels so good. A bit tentative, all things considered, but ... gotta start somewhere.

If his breathless little moans aren't enough of a hint, Peter decides to card his fingers through the other Peter's hair, tugging gently. He manages a chuckle, warm and honeyed, peering down to meet the gaze he's knows is on him, happy to offer whatever confirmation is necessary.]

Really, really good.

[Maybe it's been a while - a long while, but the last thing he wants is to seem a little too ... overeager.]

[Well, thank god Peter said he was doing a good job or else what could have already been an uncomfortable situation would definitely turn into one.]

Thanks.

[There's a slight upward tug at Peter's lips when he responds, but it disappears all too quickly when he takes the other Peter's cock right back into his mouth. He likes the feel of it, how heavy it is on his tongue, the way it throbbed, and he even didn't mind the way that it tasted, which was something Peter was slightly worried about when they both discarded their suits. In no time he's back to working the man's cock, bopping his head and circling his tongue over the tip as he pulls his way back up the length only to glide right back down again.

Beyond the feel of his other's dick in his mouth, Peter appreciated the hand on his head, silently guiding him up and down. While he felt like he was in control, the hand reminded him that he wasn't fully taking the reign here. The other Peter was in every way his equal, except he had many more years of experience with his powers.

Peter is stroking his own aching length now in time with sucking his other off. It feels good, for sure. It always does, but he can't help but pull back again, breathing in deeply.]

You were serious? Before? About...wanting to fuck me?

['Really, really good' is a bit of an understatement. Peter thinks he should've said 'fucking fantastic' instead.

Because what can be better than an eager and enthusiastic partner who isn't shy about gobbling you up like you're the most delicious treat they've ever tasted? That's how he feels, anyway, every time the younger man takes him deeper into his mouth, verging on deep-throating him completely.

Honestly, Peter doesn't know how he hasn't lost control already. Probably because he's holding onto every bit of self-control he's got with tooth and nail, only rocking his hips slowly so as not to overwhelm Pete too quickly.

But, God, there is something incredibly hot about the thought of Pete gagging on his cock. He shudders at the mental image, making a noise almost akin to a growl, his fingers unconsciously tightening their grip.

While he registers the loss of Pete's warm, wet mouth immediately, it takes a bit long for Peter to realize that he's being asked a question - a very important one - and even longer after that to formulate a response.]

Totally serious - [He replies, offering another tug of the strands of hair caught between his fingers, lips turning up at the corners just so.] Want to make a mess of you.

[Peter wasn't sure if it was the man's words, the smirk on his face, or a combination of both that sent a chill down his spine but he loved it. He smiles right back at Peter, a hand stroking his saliva right into the man's cock.]

Think I'd like that.

[Then his hand is moving down Peter's cock until it gets to the base, firmly planting there as he takes nearly all of Peter back into his mouth. It's hard, sure, but Peter's been nearly punched through by a space god, he could deal with a challenge. He holds himself as far down he can go for a few seconds, letting his mouth water and coat Peter's dick until it's slick, wet and his gag reflex kicks in. He pulls off, sucking in as much air he can get while his hand goes back to stroking his other's length.]

You're kinda big.

[He's back on Peter's dick then, focusing hard so as to not use any teeth as he pushes himself down even further than before. His nose is touching right above his dick now and he's almost at the end, his eyes starting to water as he looks up at Peter before pulling off again.]

Okay, really big.

[ It had been a really nice date, and after so many that had gone so horribly, awfully wrong, getting to just get to the end of the date without being humiliated or embarrassed or making an excuse that he had Avengers business and had to step out (yes, he was in fact shameless enough to do that on the rare occasion), Steve wasn't in too much of a hurry for the evening to end.

It had been peaceful. A gallery visit. A meal in a nice, quiet Italian restaurant that served amazing pasta, where they'd been able to talk without having to shout over other people's voices, too loud music or two different kinds of sports being played on far too many televisions.

Gentle, affectionate brushes of his hand here and there had led to Steve holding hands with Peter, still half marveling at the fact that the world didn't collapse around his ears when it did. It was just okay. It felt normal. So the walk back to Peter's place was a happy stroll, with Steve practically glowing, and more than ready to push on with things, if Peter was prepared to invite him upstairs for a coffee. ]

[Peter had worried for a time that maybe he'd played it a little safe with his ideas for a 'nice date'. But the truth was that he was having a good time - whether it was wandering the gallery and asking Steve's opinion on certain pieces or sharing a really nice meal (for a great price) at a restaurant he'd done odd jobs a time or two before.

It was comfortable. He was enjoying himself. Certainly hadn't looked at the time not once in favor of just talking and getting to know each other on a more personal level.

Peter wasn't expecting anything, so when those gentle brushes of fingertips led to handholding, he easily accepted and reciprocated. Maybe even blushed a little, not that he'd admit it. And as the walk led them nearer and nearer to his building, Peter definitely felt a gnawing uncertainty about whether or not to ask Steve up.

God knew he didn't want the date to end just quite yet.

So when they stopped in front of the building, Peter didn't drop Steve's hand, just squeezed very, very slightly, his smile hopeful, his gaze soft.]

Hey, so it's not much, but do you maybe wanna come up for a while? I've probably got something to drink ...

[ A safe date was a good start. Nothing had gone wrong so far, which was in of itself a novelty, and made Steve that much more willing to take risks now they were actually about to take things to a more private setting.

After their conversation, Steve had taken things into his own hands, doing a little cautious research. Even living alone as he did, it still made him nervous typing things into the search bar, and once the questioning begun, he'd spent hours moving from one search term to another. Some of the things had struck him as fantastical at best. Sure, he could probably accomplish them, but many of the circumstances seemed to require equiptment or preparation that Steve knew he wouldn't have access to.

Needless to say, though, Steve had very quickly learned why the Internet had become as popular as it had. His speedy refractory period had turned out to be a problem when presented with so much naked flesh in configurations he hadn't realized bodies could assume. It was a lot for guy who thought missionary was exciting, but it wasn't remotely dissuasive.

The calm date maybe didn't set things up quite the way Steve's adventures online proposed, but Peter had seemed interested in exploring things, and Steve was cautiously interested in doing the same.

Handholding was a start. And a drink. ]

I'd love to, [ He agreed, maybe a little too enthusiastically. He squeezed his fingers back. He tried to tone it down a little. ] A drink sounds wonderful.

[What Peter hoped that was a safe date would lead to more dates and maybe they'd branch out in terms of date activities the more comfortable Steve became.

Maybe he'd been thinking about the possibility. A lot. As well as their spontaneous sexting adventure, although that was for different reasons entirely. Namely, his mind tended to wander while he was in the shower which inevitably led to him pulling up those mental images.

Not that he was expecting anything to happen tonight. He'd meant it when he said that he just wanted to show Steve a good date after he'd been subject to the bad, the downright weird, and the ugly.

Sex was great, don't get him wrong, and Peter was very interested in working up to it, but it wasn't the most important aspect of any relationship nor did he ... require it.

Still, he couldn't deny the little lightning bolt of excitement as it zipped down the length of his spine to hear Steve agree to coming up so readily. Being enthusiastic - that was nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it only served to deepen his own.

Peter smiled apologetically, gesturing toward the entrance to his building.]

Elevator's out of commission, again. [Not that either of them have worry about the five-floor traverse, not really, but Peter still felt like an apology was necessary.] And I live on the fifth floor.

We gonna walk, or did you want to race me up there? [ Steve laughed, though he actually had no intention of running, jumping or climbing upstairs. Instead he reached over and folded his hand into Peter's, smiling down at his feet. The gesture was meant to make it much clearer that he was only teasing, that holding hands and strolling up one storey at a time was a much more endearing idea.

And holding hands was much less intimate than what they'd done on the phone, anyway. Steve had already made Peter come, so it took a lot of the pressure off in that respect. Not many more things more personal and intimate than that, and they hardly needed to go getting stressed about undressing for each other after going so far already.

Proposing they start with a drink was probably the best place. But this was nice too. ]

You know... The other night was really something. Think you should probably know that.

[ Steve flushed. Then he offered him the slightest smile off across his shoulder. ]

I've not ever done anything like that before. Sure, dodgy stuff with guys down on the docks, but it's not really the same thing. Guess you just brought it out of me.

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