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Sure you mean acid and not ass?

[After Peter took a sip he wasn't so sure he had stolen the right bottle. It had looked toxic enough to get him wasted fast but the taste left a lot to be desired. He should have known, often the most delicious looking things ended up being bad.

That didn't just apply to booze, either.

Still he kept drinking because he was far too sober for being in this bar.]

What were you doing here anyway? On your own? Got into a fight with your crew again?

[Kirk seemed to have a thing for causing and getting himself into trouble. Much like the ravenger who, despite now working for the good guys still had a knack of doing the wrong thing.

You couldn't really take the thug out of a man.]

Or did you just need to blow of some steam?

[Stretching his legs he got himself more comfortable now that the were out of sight.]

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[It definitely was clear to Peter what Kirk wanted, he just felt like postponing it for a while longer. He was definitely eager for it, yet the desire to see Kirk struggle was stronger. It was bad but he found it a turn on whenever Kirk got annoyed at him for not doing as he was told.]

Oh I want this.

[It had been a while, both their jobs keeping them busy and away from each other. So yeah, he wanted this pretty badly too.]

Question is, how badly do you want this?

[Quickly he changed their positions, flipping Kirk onto his back and pressing himself snug between his legs.]

I don't think you want me badly enough.