Oral Daydreams
By the late @von--gelmini (and me)
Adapted to Spiderstrange (from the original, OC pairing) by myself
RATED V FOR VON
art by the incomparable @mrstarksbaby
Two Avengers, bonding over shared experiences in outer space (as well as some misadventures with multiverses) have developed an unlikely friendship. It is intense, it is personal. It is also very sexual. Distance does not dissuade them. One has a sling-ring. The other has the internet. Mostly, they use the internet. What you are about to read is one of many examples of their written musings, used as entertainment (of the intimate variety) on an occasion when Avenger business kept them on separate continents. It is a fantasy.
If anything came of it afterward, when they saw each other again, is up to you to imagine.
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Oral Daydreams
Peter:
A lazy afternoon. Naked in bed. Alone. Daydreaming.
Of your mouth. On my lips. On my skin. Moving lower.
You find me there in bed. I smile at you. Turning over, I stretch my body out, watching you look at me with bright blue eyes. You sit on the edge of the bed and turn towards me. Your hands run along my sides as you bend down to kiss me. I return your kiss slowly. Taking my time to feel your lips with my tongue, to have the warmth of your mouth on mine as long as I can. Letting that kiss build in passion until I’m gasping and my back arches up in your hands. You say sweet things, call me your little spider, tell me how beautiful I am, how you love touching me. Your voice flows over me as music, your words the lyrics. You kiss my neck, nipping gently at my skin, biting harder as you suck bruises there. Your tongue traces the line of my collarbone from my shoulder to the center. Moving down my chest, finding my nipple, teasing me with your teeth. Your hands slip down my stomach, stroking the hair from my navel down to my cock, which is rising with all the attention you’re giving me.
I figure out your purpose. I’ve done this to you often enough. Usually I am too self-conscious to allow you to do it to me for long, or this thoroughly. But in this daydream, the sensation is too sweet and all that self-consciousness fades away to nothing like I wish it would do for real. Still, the daydream’s so vivid that I imagine that I can feel your lips as if they were real. You’re going so slowly. Taking your time. Teasing the skin on my stomach with the scrape of your beard. Making me writhe. I want your mouth on my cock. I surprise myself and tell you that, easily. You give into my pleading and touch the tip with your tongue. I feel the heat of your mouth as you take the head into the O of your lips. My hands clutch at the sheet as they always do. But this is a daydream and I am bolder than I am in reality. My hand cups the back of your head, followed by my other. Not pushing, but definitely urging. I want you so much!
The sunbeam falling over my legs is the heat of your body. As it spills over my erection, that’s your mouth. My hands make play at what I imagine you’d be doing if you were here. I close my eyes I’m back in my daydream. I moan (aloud) about how hot your mouth feels, about how good you are at driving me insane with it. I say your name over and over as you get me closer, my words losing their meaning. It becomes hard for me to keep my hips still and I’m thrusting up into your mouth.
Only when I come does the illusion break. The hot splash of it on my belly, something you would never let happen if your mouth were on me. I whimper a little sadly though sigh contentedly at the same time. My eyes open and, rolling to my side, I look for the towel I had put nearby. As I prop myself up a little, I notice a shadow in the doorway.
Wow, the stone floors of Kamar Taj don’t give a person any warning, do they? Must be those soft wizard-shoes you always wear.
I smile and blush, ducking my head. Embarrassed.
“Stephen… um… been there long?”
Stephen:
I grin.
“Long enough to hear my name taken in vain.”
I’ve already shed my robe and my shoes - dammit there’s still my sweater - why do I wear so many clothes? I shed a few more.
I stretch out beside you on the bed and gather you up in my arms.
“I like hearing you tell me what to do, little spider.
“Tell me again.”
Peter:
“I want your mouth. That’s what started this. I couldn’t get the thought of your mouth out of my head. I want you to go down on me and make me all hard and not stop until I’m calling out your name again. I want to feel your hair in my fingers, the curve of the back of your head in my hands. Hmm… only this time… I want you to turn around so I can… okay don’t laugh. But I want to feel you in my mouth too. My lips on you. I’m afraid, though, if you’re doing it right, I’ll be far too distracted to be doing it right to you. That’ll have to wait until you’ve finished me. Then I’ll finish you."
Oh my god what did I just say!?!
Stephen:
Oh my. Now this is a lovely surprise. And yes, Peter, oh yes I am VERY happy to oblige you. I very much want to feel you in my mouth right now…… spent and still tasting of your fantasy of me…..
Only promise me something.
Promise me you’ll put your hands on my head like you did in your fantasy.
And that you’ll push up….
Peter:
Oh god, have you… have you done that before?
Stephen:
Never you mind what I have and haven’t done before, Mr. Parker.
Peter:
Okay, okay. Then… then you undress and crawl into my bed. I reach out and grab your shoulder, pulling you into position. I want you in my mouth. I want your mouth on me. So wild, so daring. But I can do it. You make me feel brave. I take your half-hard cock and run my lips over the head. I’ve always loved the way that feels, the smoothness of the skin there against my lips.
But there’s the other part of the fantasy that I want. I reach down with my other hand and find your head. You’re just about to start, but I don’t wait before I cup my hand around the back of your head and push you down to where I want you. I close my eyes and pretend that I’m in my fantasy. I want to feel the heat of your mouth surrounding me as mine just teases. Not doing what I know would feel good to you, not doing my usual, trying to impress with my ability to hold my breath forever. Not trying to impress you at all. Just playing about with the things that tantalize me the most about using my mouth.
It takes you longer than usual to get me hard. After all, I did just come and… and on top of that, I’m doing something that really fills me with self-doubt. No matter how much I am fantasizing that it doesn’t. I’m not really doing this, am I? And an even worse question… I’m not really wanting this, am I? Oh but the way your head feels in my hand, my fingers combing through your hair. I want more and more and more of you. Yes, I raise my hips up and push your head down. I groan loudly, with my mouth around the head of your cock. “Oh, Stephen.” My hips thrust up again. “Oh god yes.” I lick at your cock some more as I moan appreciatively. My mind telling me: Don’t think about what he’s doing, what you’re doing… just do it.
Stephen:
I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re doing to me down there, although I’m sure it’s impressive as always. But I fear I’m paying too much attention to what I’m doing to you. Putting my hands on your hands to keep them there, I WANT you to grab my head, I don’t want those hands to go away. Then my hands are on your sweet ass to keep you thrusting into my mouth….. the back of my throat is waiting for you, longing to feel you pressing back there….
Peter:
I thought this was it - I thought this would be my first time 69′ing. But that’s not where my mind is. I want your whole attention on my cock, I want my whole attention on my cock in your mouth. I push your hips away. “Oh god. Just do it, Stephen.” Both my hands go to the back of your head and this time, with no hesitation, hold you there as I thrust my hips up, feeling myself slide deep into your throat. I’m going on instinct now. It feels good so I do it again and again. Slow enough that I know you’ll be able to take it, but deep each time, moving your head up and down my length. Then I hold you up from going all the way down again. You try but my hands keep you to where you’re focused on the head of my cock. “Mmm. I want that wicked tongue.” I’m moaning and my hips are writhing in tight circles as I’m fighting the urge to plunge deep again. “Latin and magic in that tongue of yours, Doctor Strange."
Stephen:
Oh dear.
You’re talking.
Making coherent sentences.
That means I’m not doing my job right. I don’t fight your hands at all, I let them guide me — I WANT you to use my head to your pleasure. But now my hands are massaging, my fingers pressing and seeking out secret places, touching you in just the right way, so that you’ll lose the power of speech…..
Peter
Your tongue does exactly what I imagined it would, driving me mad with the way you’re moving it across the head of my cock, finding all the places that are so sensitive now. This is so much more than my fantasy could have ever imagined. You have me moaning and arching my back until I can’t fight it anymore and I pull you down farther onto me and push into the back of your throat again.
Your hand is warm as you cup my balls and roll them in your palm, making me groan long and low. When your fingers start to rub behind them, pressing just so, I gasp sharp and high. I start to say something, but that’s cut off with a whimper as your fingertip circles my opening, teasing, at the same time as your throat is making tight swallows around my length. I know I’m not going to last long if you start with that evil finger of yours doing what I think it will. I’m babbling nonsense - your name, God’s name, curses, actual swear words (you’ll be so surprised!) With that finger inside me now, I can’t think even enough to guide your head. I just grab onto whatever bit of your body is in my hand’s reach and clutch at you. My other hand fists the sheets. NOT the headboard, I’ll break it! My hips raise off the bed, which gives those beautiful long fingers - two now - more access and puts me deep into your mouth again. I feel that tightness in my belly build and even though I’m trying to, there’s no holding it back or keeping quiet about it.
Stephen:
Oh sweet lad, I NEVER want you to stay quiet about it…..
I love reducing you to nonsensical babbling….. It means I’m doing it right. Everything is perfect…. except that hand with the death grip on the sheets. It should have a death grip on my head.
So I force you to let go of the sheet. Oh gods how I love the feel of your hands clutching my head. And when you come you grab my hair so hard it hurts, and it turns me on beyond belief.
Oh gods above and below, just let me maintain just a little self control….. oh gods please Peter be ready, because I’m so damn hard my head is swimming...
Peter:
I can’t believe I came so hard. I’ve put myself into a bit of a state of shock after. I lie there, breathing so heavily, my body still all taut with the strain, not going into its usual limp and relaxed state. I’m just kinda stuck on ‘OMG WTF happened?’
My body says it felt pretty fantastic indulging in my fantasy, but now my head is full of other thoughts. I don’t want that to show, for you to see all the doubts I’m having. You’re so turned on and I definitely have no doubts about that. I sit up a bit. I want to kiss you. I try to pull you up so that you’re next to me or on top of me or something, just touching me. I want to feel you touching me so bad. If you’ll just touch me like you usually do, it’ll be okay.
Stephen:
Gods, I love it when you push to the back of my throat…..
And now you’ve come, and my ears are ringing from your shouting and my mouth is full of your taste. And now you want my body on top of yours….oh yes…..I’m glad.
Because I’ll need every god in every pantheon to forgive me for this…..but I’m going to lay you wide and fuck you hard and straight away….I hope I’m wet enough….I hope you’re too spent to notice. Oh gods I loved the way you used my head, only for a few seconds when you forgot yourself and pushed back….and now (gods forgive me) I’m going to use that sweet, tight ass like it’s never been used before.
You thought Deadpool knew how to fuck you? You ain’t seen nothing yet, boy.
Peter:
Oh god that’s exactly what I want. You climb up my body and I wrap my legs around your waist and then that moment… oh yes. You’re too excited to take your time and when you enter me and it’s a little rough because no lube or spit just pre-come but it is just perfect. I wrap my arms around your neck and if I’m clinging a bit more needily than usual, you don’t notice. I curl my body underneath yours, holding tightly onto you with my arms and legs. Rather like a koala – the thought quick-flashes in my mind and I know I’m feeling myself again if I’m able to think of silly things like that instead of worrying. You inside me, fucking me wildly, desperate to get off, so turned on don’t think about why, wanting me that much… that feels so good.
I run my fingers over the back of your head and grab with both hands, pulling you down to kiss me, holding on as you’re fucking me. “Oh Stephen.” I whisper so quietly, in soft breaths against your neck. “Fuck me.”
Stephen:
Oh my goodness, Peter. I didn’t even know you knew that word.
Peter:
Kindly shut up, Doctor. It’s my fantasy.
Stephen:
This writing exercise has been lovely, Mr. Parker. Unfortunately I have to exit at this time. I trust we can continue this conversation when I return?
Peter:
WHEN will you return?
Stephen:
If the time-spell works correctly, I’ll return instantaneously. But I’ll have a few days worth of de-briefing to do, so our delightful writing exercise will have to wait.
Peter:
Contact me THE MOMENT you return.
Stephen:
You don’t have to worry about THAT, Peter. I promise.
Peter:
Don’t tell me when not to worry. I’ve lost too many people not to worry.
Stephen:
I would move time and space to return to you, my little spider.
Peter:
Promise?
Stephen:
You have my most solemn oath as the Almost Sorcerer-Supreme.
(Especially now that I know what we’re going to do to each other when I return.)
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The End.
Please let me know, in the tags, if you would like to read more of @von--gelmini‘s unpublished works. They WONT all be Starker, because our OCs sometimes fit into that dynamic, but more often did not. More likely they will fit into a Kingsman pairing, or something like this one. I think I’ll tag them #VonsUnpublishedWork.