Andy x Peter oneshots (Requests Closed)

another smut because I was bored

Peter was stressed and Andy was bored.
Andy glanced over at Peter, he could tell he was stressed, it wasn't the first time but he could tell that this was the most stress Peter had ever been.
"Hey are you alright?" Andy asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Andy knew Peter was lying, he also knew that Peter needed a stress reliever.
He knew what to do.
Andy crawled to the other side of the couch, towards Peter.
He sat next to him, holding his hand.
He leaned on Peter and closed his eyes, imagining things to get him in the mood.

Once he knew he was ready, he got on Peter's lap.
"Peter, you wanna head upstairs~" Andy rubbed Peter's shoulders.
"Hm, maybe." Peter chuckled.
"Oh Peter~"
Andy found himself grinding on Peter which got Peter in the mood.
Peter picked up Andy, carrying him all the way upstairs.

Peter dropped Andy on the bed.
"Peter, give me all you got~"
Peter chuckled, he'd never seen Andy so needy before.

Getting clothes off, an easy task for the two males.
Peter carefully... (I hate my life) entered Andy's rear.
Andy felt his body tense for a few seconds but soon relaxed.
"Go as hard as you can." Andy spoke softly.
Peter smirked.
Peter started moving in and out, going slow but soon, he started to pick up speed.
Andy moaned with pleasure, he knew what he was getting himself into but he also knew what he was getting himself out of (work).
"Ha-harder~" Andy moaned.
"Gotta beg a bit more than that." Peter grinned.
"Pl-please~ Harder~" "Come on, you can do better than that."
Andy knew what he had to say, he didn't really like saying it but he knew it would get Peter going.
"Harder da-daddy~ Pl-please~" Andy begged.
Peter nodded, finally doing what Andy wanted.

...(I hate myself)
"AHHH~ Pe-Peter!" Andy yelled.
Peter grinned.
He was going as fast as he could, he was slamming into Andy.
Andy felt himself getting close.
He wasn't able to tell Peter though because he was unable to speak through all his moans and groans.
Peter also was getting close, not like it would matter to both of them but may as well.
Andy came, dripping from his (I hate myself) cock to the bedsheets.
"Fuck! I-I'm close!" Peter groaned.
With one final slam.
They were done.
Both exhausted yet satisfied, they laid down.
"You know that I won't be able to do work after this, right?" Andy snickered.
"Oh you sly bitch, you were just getting out of work." "Yup, night hun." "Good night, doll."

(Bam! I hate everything)