"Can I have my next lesson now?"

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'it's all for you'
— Unknown

"You sure?" You asked politely. Peter was eager, however seeing that, wasn't always a good thing. You didn't want things to become rushed, as personally, you wanted to make the most of this ordeal you had going with Peter. "I mean, we have school"

"I-It's okay if you don't want to" Peter stuttered, his cheeks flushing lightly in embarrassment. It was sweet, known now that Peter was only doing this when he was comfortable and it made the slight anxiety in your chest subside.

"No, it's fine, I kinda like the fact your enjoying this" you gave a sly smile, bringing your legs upwards slowly to propel yourself forward towards him. His eyes were enduring and there was a small spark that ignited in your chest. He was like the smell of strong alcohol, burning the tips of your nose at first but leaving such a sweet after taste. You were enjoying a little too much of him.

"S-so, what are we learning today?" Peter asked, swallowing harshly as you kept your eyes locked together, moving into his space and straddling his hips. The skin to skin contact sent a rush of adrenaline down your spine, hairs standing on end. Despite what you had taught Peter last time, it's like his confidence had been drained now you had taken him up on his offer. He was unsure what exactly he had to do now that you were rivalled up and ready.

"Well, explore a little, Pete. I'll let you go anywhere you want" you smiled, slowing your movements as you gently lifted his hand out of the bath water and placed it on your right breast. Peter's cheek's blushed a deep red, despite your skin being protected by the thick barrier of your bra. "Remember what I taught you last time?"

"Yeah" Peter confirmed, relaxing a little more each time as you spoke.

"Take control a little, be firm with me" just the sound of your voice was sending Peter's blood south, his member growing in his boxers still wrapped around his legs between your bodies. Peter nodded, moving his hand without disconnecting the skin and wrapping your bra strap around his finger, lifting the material and trailing it down your arm before repeating this with the other. You were the one to undo your cuffs completely and allowed the material to drop to the floor as you tossed it over the bath side.

Peter stared wide-eyed at you.

Sex was something filled with lust, often quick, straight to the point unless you were teasing. But, with Peter it was a nice slow, it was calm and there was no rush. He was always gentle, his hands felt like they were knitted together with feathers and in his arms, you felt completely safe, like his brown eyes would never judge you. Around him, you had nothing to hide.

"Everything okay?" you asked after a moment of silence, his hands eagerly hesitating over your skin.

"Uh- Y-yeah, I think" he gave a weak chuckle, swallowing and blinking a few times. It was a minute or so before you noticed what he was experiencing, and it was something everyone went through on a daily basis. He was in heat, and it made you smile.

"You want me to take over?" you cocked your brow lightly, Peter looking up with innocent eyes. Peter had no idea what he was doing, and hearing you suggest to take control made his chest relax a little. He wanted to pleasure you, but he had no idea how.

You lowered him down slowly, your breasts connecting with his wet chest as your lips finally met. Peter's hands finally touched you, hands gripping your waist as you began to grind down on his hardening cock. There was something just so innocent about him, that seeing him being the classical horny teenager had your stomach bursting with pure excitement.

You lowered your hand down, continuing your movements as you did so and pulled his hand to your ass, helping his hand to cup your cheek making his skin flush. As you prompted him on, deepening the kiss as your lips began to move against one another, his hand squeezed your plump skin making you smile.

"Before we go any further," You pulled away gently, making Peter's mind race. "You wanna get out?"

By now the water had become stone cold and it was making your skin shiver every time the water would ripple against you too quickly. Peter gave an 'oh' face and nodded firmly, before you both got up and out of the bath. You each dried off, before finding yourself back in your bedroom.

Peter was standing next to the bed, his chest standing out in the dim lighting and his member showing prominently. You took your time, not wanting to scare him off as you approached him, wrapping your timber arms around his neck. He leaned down slowly, learning how to take a smidge of control and cupping your cheek in his warm hand as he kissed you. His lips were as they always were; warm and soft, but the feeling of his thumb combined, trialling down your jaw bone before meeting your collar felt euphoric.

Your callous hands slid down his sides, your fingers lapping the waistband of his boxers.

"Is this okay?" you asked, pulling the band back gently and allowing your finger to slip just behind it. "Uh," Peter looked down between your bodies, seeing your hands trialling into his territory and it scared him. What if he didn't please you? He wasn't embarrassed about his size until now, he didn't exactly know what good and bad looked like. "N-no girls ever seen down... There"

"And that's okay. If anything, I feel kinda honoured" you gave a weak giggle to ease the tension in the room and Peter smiled, giving you yet another confrontational nod and letting you slip the material down his legs. His heart was pounding and small beads of sweat were beginning to gather at his forehead, hands becoming clammy at the scare of your response. Not only that, but the feeling of the releasing barrier gave him a little more adrenaline than he thought.

Well, it was something you hadn't expected, that was for sure. For a not so outgoing, quiet, nerdy kid... He was big. Your breath got caught in your throat upon seeing him. His length was strung up tightly against his stomach, tip a dark shade of red and small amounts of pre-cum leaking from the head. The veins stood out even in the shadows, and overall he looked ravishing.

"Peter with your charms and this... How haven't you already swept someone off their feet?" you smiled, looking back up to him. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead just gave a light shrug.

"Please, can you touch me?" Peter practically whimpered, even without your fingers he could feel the radiation from your eyes staring him up and down and just the thoughts alone were beginning to make him ache. You were a little taken back by the sudden rush of confidence, but it made the butterflies in your stomach get a little more excited and a smite of adrenaline washed over you.

"Where do you need me, Pete?" You leaned forward slowly, one hand on his chest and the other teasing his member slowly.

"H-Hands, I-I need your hands around me" he sighed, all the while your eyes were locked. You nodded, hooded eyes drawing closer as your lips connected and your hand brushed the underside of his cock. Peter let a muffled moan escape against your lips. He had only ever touched himself to the thought of a girl doing all the work for him, and it made him feel paralysed with pleasure.

Peter's hand braced itself against the small of your back, crushing your bodies together. His actions alone were showing you he wanted more, no words needed before your firm hand wrapped completely around the base of his member making him squirm slightly.

"Oh god," he breathed, pulling away from the kiss and leaning his head on your shoulder.

"Everything okay? I haven't even started" you looked down to his messy curls resting next to your cheek.

"Y-yeah, it just feels so fucking good" he smiled weakly, panting against your skin as you began moving. You rolled your eyes. There was no surprise Peter was feeling slightly overwhelmed, as you guessed all guys did at first. You knew you did when someone first touched you in your concealed places, once only available to your eyes.

"Sit down" you commanded, giving his shoulder a light push. Peter's eyes trailed to the bed, fixing a seat at the edge. As he looked back to your figure, you were down on your knees, spreading his legs gently. Your hands massaged his thighs, ensuring him silently that it was okay.

"I'm already guessing you've never had a blow job?" you quirked, shuffling forward gently, taking his member back in your hands making him gasp quietly. He shook his head, yet you already knew your answer.

"Just, don't cum without telling me, mkay?" you raised both brows, almost as a warning. He nodded, eyes watching your every move. This was scary, yet so exciting at the same time for Peter. Despite being ill-educated, Peter had seen this take place so many times at night when he was alone with his thoughts and his phone. Yet now, this was the real deal and certainly wasn't ready for your hot lips around his tip.

You took it slow, not wanting him to rush. With this being Peter's first time, you knew he was probably edging already, and going too fast would end with it all being over pretty quick. You explored his tip for a while before slowly edging down his length. Peter's hands were hovering gently when he remembered what he had seen. He reached forward slightly, cupping your hair in his palms and gathering it into a make short ponytail, give him some control and you some space.

You were surprised at Peter's actions, but then again he was a teenage boy so he had his own source of entertainment when he wanted it. For a while you had taken it nice and slow, earning some pleasurable moans from Peter before beginning to pick up your pace. Your tongue pushed against the bottom of his base, before drawing it back upwards and sucking harshly on the tip.

"F-Fuck," he groaned, heading wobbling back on his shoulders, "This is amazing"

You would smile at him if you didn't have his cock in your mouth, but he probably knew that you were happy with that response.

Peter had focused solely on your motions for long enough, and even though he wanted this to last forever he could feel that familiar tightening in the bottom of his stomach.

"O-oh shit," he moaned, his grip tightening on your strands, "I'm getting close" his teeth sunk harshly into his bottom lip turning the skin white. You pulled your mouth off of him with a pop, keeping the pumping flowing while you caught your breath. Already? You knew he was timid, but shit it been around ten minutes at the most. Peter's chest was rising and falling quickly, strong pants emitting small moans from his lips.

"Y/N, Y/N oh my god!" Peter's legs shook gently at the side of you, his chest rising more involuntary as his free hands gripped the sheets. "I-I'm gonna-" his sentence was cut short with a loud moan, hand covering his eyes as his seed shot out against his stomach, some trailing down onto your knuckles and fingers as you pumped him through his high. There was a lot, which was only half expected, but you didn't mind.

Peter collapsed back against the bed, arms falling outwards as his member began to soften. You stood, grasping the edge of your quilt and cleaning him up before slipping on a shirt and sitting on the bed next to his head. His eyes were hooded, and he looked naturally adorable, lips slightly parted with small strands of hair falling out over his forehead.

"Y-Your... Your turn" Peter barely whispered, his eyes struggling to open as he braced himself to sit, but your hand on his cheek brought his body right back down into the comfort of the quilt. Peter was tired and you could see, which was expected and you didn't mind.

"Don't worry about me" you whispered quietly, "get some sleep" you smiled, kissing his forehead gently.

Before long, Peter was changed into his boxers again and lying under the quilt. He looked so peaceful, and your heart fluttered at the sight of him. This was fun, and there was a long way to go yet, but you couldn't seem to ease the thought that one day this would be over and it's like you would be handing all your hard work down to someone completely oblivious.

But, he wasn't yours to keep, and you both knew this was solely for his purpose, not for your dumb feeling to rush and get in the way of everything like they always did. You were friends, and friends only. Not even friends with beneficial needs, just friends.

"Y/N?" You heard your name being called faintly, looking over to see Peter with his eyes still closed, but his mouth slightly ajar. "Care to join me?"

You rolled your eyes, smiling at the goof that still lay underneath. You kicked off the wall, walking over and sliding quietly under the quilt. Like before, Peter was prominent and quick to secure you in his arms and before long you were chest to chest, noses almost touching.

Almost.

"We're so dead when May finds out" you closed your eyes gently, allowing the small space you shared to consume you. Peter didn't answer, just edged closer and placed one last gentle kiss on your lips. But, for the first time in a long time your body just froze, and you didn't kiss back.

Peter opened his eyes upon not feeling the contact of your skin pushing back against his own.

"You okay? Did I do something wrong-"

"No, no of course not" you shook your head lightly with a sigh, "I'm sorry" you mumbled. You savoured the space, but opted to the living room couch after moving out of the bed. You didn't know Peter had watched you leave, and presumed he had just fallen back to sleep. You couldn't let things get the way they were going, sharing small kisses even after, because to him it meant nothing, but to you it meant everything. And that's not how it should be.

Apparently there were a lot of things you weren't aware about. You didn't even think about the fact that maybe... Peter was feeling the same.

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