burnt coffee; a blue, lacy thong; a freezing, sudden drop in temperatures (pecco/wag!enea)
it's difficult to pull the zip up on his jacket because of his shaking hands and because of how he's stuffed enea's snowcoat inside it against his chest -- keeping it warm for when enea needs it. the model beside him laughs, white eyelashes fluttering. she's dressed similarly, for now: an ankle length puffer pulled tight arounud her and faux fur boots peeking out the bottom. there's a tiny lingerie set hidden beneath, just like enea's. he smiles, fastens the button beneath his chin, and looks back up to where enea is holding herself up in the seat of bright blue snowmobile.
it's the same colour as her thong, and decorated with rhinestones like the hairthin slips of fabric pulled high on her hips. enea tips her head down and parts her lips till the white of her teeth peek through. the camera flashes, and her eyes appear through the dark lenses of her sunglasses for only a moment. the shoot coordinator tells her to bring her knees in, just a little.
pecco cups his hands over his face and tries to breathe some warmth back into them. the camera flashes again, and then enea's falling back into the seat and letting out a sigh of relief, mouth stretched in a big bright grin.
she says, "come on, stefi," as she slings herself over the side and onto the snow. the girl at pecco's side groans and starts to undo her coat.
they wait until the shoot starts to wrap up before taking the lift back down to their lodge. the fire is roaring like pecco'd left it, and the house is warm enough that enea abandons her snow clothes at the door in favour of traipsing nearly nude to the chaise.
"i'll make us coffee?" pecco asks, toeing his own boots off and hanging his coat.
enea drags out the middle part of, "pleeeaaase," in reply, squirming herself into the corner of the couch and dragging the blanket all the way up to her chin. it doesn't usually work with his racing schedule to come on enea's work trips with her, but they'd gotten lucky with a gig this close to christmas, and one so close to home.
enea's most often needed pool or beach side, curls and golden skin on display in the sun. she'd still been glowing against the snow, he thinks, hair straight and shiny beneath a fluffy trapper hat.
"ah, fuck."
his eyes drop back to the french press. an acrid smell rises up with the heat.
there's shuffling behind him, and the sound of feet hitting the floor. enea's hands find him moments later, curling over his hips.
"did you burn it?"
he pours it into his mug with a splash of milk, and takes a sip. it burns his tongue and tastes like shit. enea pulls away enough to catch the look of revulsion on his face. she laughs right in his ear, loud and unrestrained.
i love fuck away the pain so much, whenever i feel like reading a fanfic it’s one of the first ones i reread, the last part is definitely my favorite part, especially the way enea treats pecco so tenderly
💖💖💖 I'm going to become feralllllllll
Thank youu!!!!!
That's such a big compliment honestly!! I'm glad you liked the tender part, which tbh came as a surprise as I planned the story. It makes sense to me (because Enea Would take care of Pecco for his first time!!) But well. It was supposed to be a hate sex fic lmao
thinking about pecco. and enea and enea fucking pecco and pecco crying and enea making pecco come just from his fingers or cock or both respectively. pecco overstimulated, crying, forgettinghis name, can only beg for cock can only beg for enea hm much to think about for sure
Very interesting thoughts there anon...
Pecco slowly allowing himself to feel good with Enea, to feel good when he's been fucked within an inch of his life, and starting to ask for it whenever they hook up...
And also. Pecco starting to be confident in their Situationship. Confident in the sex they have. And starting to feel confident enough to be bratty about it, rolling his eyes, telling Enea to be faster, to get on with it, answering back to him... which of course drives Enea insane!
Both of them getting off after a race and being Bitches getting on the other's nerves again, but now Pecco's CONFIDENT in what he wants! And in what he likes!! And he's being a little brat like "Oh is that all you can do can you even fuck me good again hum?" And it's sooooo hot for Enea, who's going. Ok. OKAY. Gonna make you regret saying that babe. (and he proceeds to fuck and edge him for houuuuuuuurs without letting him come. #Pecco is a mess2)
