Title: In bed
Pairing: Harry/PeterFandom: Spiderman (the movie)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Category: yaoi, or getting there... in my brain, at least
Summary: Peter's obsessed with fishing knots and Harry has no choice but to indulge his boyfriend
Disclaimer: Completely unbeta-ed coz I can't bear for anyone to waste her time pondering over this itsy bitsy thing. It's all fictional and the product of my imagination. I do not own Harry Osborn, Peter Parker or the Spider-man film franchise, obviously.
This is the 4th fic in my "Bound" series.
Fic: In bed
Harry woke up to the sound of tearing fabric.
Peter's forehead, all scrunched up in concentration, was just a whisper away from Harry's chin and his nimble fingers were working industriously at reducing Harry's shirt into what appeared to be long strips of green cloth.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked, his polite voice belying his exasperation.
"Oh, hi Harry. I actually wanted to use your handcuffs but... well, they'll leave ugly marks if you struggle. So, then I got this great idea of using what you wear since it must be made of the kind of material you approve," Peter said cheerfully, tugging at one of the strips and wiggling it in Harry's face. "Right?"
"Peter, this is my favourite shirt," Harry growled. “And did you drug me?”
"Oh, sorry," Peter said, not sounding the least apologetic about it. “I just used a bit of your sleeping pills. No lingering headache? Anyway, I thought that since you have like a wardrobe full of 'favourite shirts', you won't miss this one much," he shrugged. "But this is good stuff, Harry. It's strong and yet comfortable at the same time. I had a hard time with it when I started this. What's it made of?"
"Egyptian cotton," Harry said sulkily.
"So, it's just cotton?"
"It's not just cotton, you idiot. This is Eton and it was custom made," Harry muttered, his anger deflated as he felt Peter's diligent fingers strumming up and down his body to pluck at the knots he had intricately woven around Harry's torso, twisting at one and tightening another with practiced dexterity.
"Eton? I thought they just sell radios?"
"Peter, shut up will y... " Harry bit back a moan. He pulled at his wrists to test the strength of the bond and found that he was effectively immobilized. Yet Peter went on adding one strip after another to parts of his body that he knew did not need to be secured. And now the guy was humming-
-and resuming his inane chatter, "I learnt some knots last weekend. Okay... they're fishing knots, but after I got good at them I thought of you, Harry. How beautiful you'll look all tied up in those knots and how your smooth skin will glow against the restraint. It has to be green, which is why I chose this shirt, you see," Peter said with a fond smile at the twitching stomach muscles beneath his touch.
Harry's eyes glazed over. "Peter..."
"And I thought," a finger brushed lightly at his cock, "about how gorgeous you are with your legs open for me and your dirty mouth panting my name," a light caress of lips against lips and Peter's breath warm against the curve of his jaw as he murmured, "oh, how wrong I was."
Harry blinked at that, "What... what are you saying, Peter?"
Peter let his eyes wander to take in the sight before him, "Because the reality of you is lovelier than anything I could ever imagine."