"Oh wow," was all he could say when Peter so effortlessly scooped him up. Of course he was going to wrap his legs around the man's waist. So much of his life was spent being strong and invulnerable and Iceman, it never occurred to Bobby how incredible it would feel to just be lost in another man's arms and carried like something precious. It was nice to get enveloped by someone stronger when he'd spent his life being the strong one.
His breath came a little ragged as he laid down, the hair on his arms on end and butterflies once again fluttering around his stomach. What a total role reversal from every other romantic encounter he'd ever had. And he really enjoyed it. Bobby reveled in Peter's touch, not being shy with the moans trickling out of his mouth as the other man explored him.
"You know," he breathed, stroking the back of Peter's legs and up to the man's ass with his feet, "I thought being on top of you felt amazing, but I gotta say, you on top of me is incredible."
His heart was thumping so hard he could practically hear it and was almost nervous that Peter could too. Was this it? Was this going to be the moment? Did he even know how to ask for it? Did he know what he was asking for?
"Peter..." Bobby said, squeezing his shoulder, "You...anything you want. You can do it. I want it. And you don't-- you don't need to worry about being gentle with me. Because whatever you want," he swallowed and tried not to let the timidity fill his eyes too much. He didn't do a great job. All that bravado? Melted away.